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“I’m not comparing him as James Dean or a Greek god, only to the way kids idolize him - have you seen what his fans do and get up to? Is Bieber a great  figure such as James Dean? No, but he’s treated like one. Yeah, but others are actually decent and there is no problem being nice.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, babe. Greek gods were worshiped and prayed to, James Dean is and was idolized by people old and young, both men and women; Justin Bieber is the fantasy of many a delusional teenage girl and that’s about the extent of it. Again, I’m not saying it is; simply warning that it can be a bit dangerous every now and again.”

“You think so?” She questioned, brows raising and a look of wicked joy taking over her features. “Maybe I’ll spoil myself and get some silk sheets. Sleep real well from that time on out.” She gave a nod, knowing what he was referring to perfectly well. “They don’t work at all. -Simply ride off the backs of those who do and then turn around and throw them on their asses once they’ve run their use.” 

“Agápi?” He repeated, butchering whatever language the girl had just spoken, “Is that French? I don’t have Siri to translate for me, you’ll have to tell me what you just called me. I’m not above pity if it gets me Doritos but feel whatever you’d like. It’ll probably swing the longer we talk.“ His orbs lifted, meeting a pale green gaze as a smirk sat loftily on his taut lips. "It’s only my one hand that’s chained up and while my other holds my liquid sanity, I could easily put it down. Or–” his eyes darted to her hands as if signalling it to her, “your hands look free to me. Like Nike says, nothing is impossible.”

“Love.” She corrected, repeating the word in question in it’s English form, it just one among many Greek words that tended to slip into her speech, a bad habit since her time in the country. “Mm...” She nodded, moving closer, mock intrigue upon her features. “Something tells me you’re one of those people who’s not above much. -Though, pity is admittedly surprising as I imagine you to be...” She paused, green orbs traveling over him as if in consideration, only flickering back to his own after a moments hesitation. “Well, worried about your reputation.” The brunette gave a shrug before her feet started forward once more, stopping a short distance away and allowing herself to sit beside him. “Don’t get too excited, agápi; these hands only get used on projects I deem special enough. -And to keep you on the know ‘nothing is impossible’ would be Audrey Hepburn; Nike is actually ‘impossible is nothing’. -That and just do it. Which, judging by your current predicament, I imagine is much more up your lane.”

“Love.” She corrected herself, repeating the word in English. It had somehow become a regular part of her vocabulary, often slipping into her speech without her meaning for it too. “Greyhound and a bull? Very impressive. Rescues or have you had them since they were pups?” Dogs, much like bikes and music, were a love affair for her; pieces that played into the puzzle of her life. “Dare I ask exactly what this mystery job of yours is? Not that most don’t require the use of hands.”

Wren did a once over of the other girl before oferring her a shrug of her shoulders. “No, but you seem like the type who would probably do it just to be able to fuck with people when they ask.” She noted, lips tugging up into a smile then. “Ah, not a big deal. I think just about everyone has been called an absolute horror for one reason or another.”

The brows raised with mock curiosity eased downwards, a smile slowly working it’s way onto Theo’s features, not having expected the return remark but instantly enjoying it. It was rare she was caught off guard by the things people said or did, but this girl had managed it. “I’ll give that one to you, babe.” She spoke with a nod before her head tilted to the side, inspecting the other female’s features with interest. “Even you?”

Tessa and Theo ;)

✖ (for Tessa and Theo)

✖ THEODORA

“ i’ll get to it.” he laughed, noticing her smirk. mirroring her facial expression, his hands rested on his knees before his gaze fell on her car again. “ i can’t tell you how you pass the test, but i can tell you that the fact that you work hard is already a good thing in my books.”

“Yeah? Well, thank you.” The smirk eased, appearance more that of a content smile, though it didn’t last long. “Takes a lot of annoyance out of my life.” Her eyes followed his to the car, the female nodding once at his words, inspecting the vehicle as if it was the first she herself had seen it. “Well, people who get everything handed to them are much less than a joy to be around. ...Besides,” She shifted, gaze upon him once more, smile on her lips. “I don’t believe in half-assing things.”

“Do you think anyone would notice if I caught a quick nap here?” He turned to the person on his left, sliding on a pair of black shades. “I mean you can hold down the fort for twenty minutes right?” 

The voice that rose up beside her caused Theo to lift her head, attention and gaze drifting to the male, brows raising. “Am I that much of a bore or have you simply no better place to sleep? -Because I can loan you twenty bucks if you really need a motel room to crash in; beats a bar stool, if you ask me.”

“I’m a man who enjoys being handcuffed in the right setting but this is just excessive. The fucking cop chained me to this spot so he could chase after my junior drug mule. Didn’t even leave me with a donut. You got any Doritos on you, or anything?”

“Is there a spot in there somewhere that I’m meant to be feeling pity for you, agápi?” She questioned, voice holding an air of mock arrogance, solely to tease the male. Pale green orbs flashed to his hands, inspecting their restrictions before returning to his face. “I’m afraid the best I could offer is a cancer stick. ...Though even then I’m curious as to how you would manage that one.” She mused, exterior cracking as her lips curled upwards in a smile. “What with being on lock down here and all.”

There was a serenity in his light eyes— a spindle of tranquility that only a con-artist who’d just laid his trap could’ve possessed. When he lazily blinked it was like watching a car wreck in slow motion, an untouched beauty encapsulated in it, one that words hadn’t quite yet defined. He stood, mildly intoxicated on a balcony, overseeing the motel party as if it were his own, like a God amongst men. He didn’t intend the menacing facade he was giving off, the male singularly encased in the mood of the scene, eyes, downwards on the people dancing and the balloons floating and the illuminated pool splashing. Until he wasn’t, and his pupils were on an oncoming person, one that looked conspicuous enough to know what immoral, narcotic-filled actions were going on in the room behind him too. His vacant gaze went from the person approaching beside him back to the ground below, Rafe taking a step to the side to add space between them. He was in no mood to chit chat. Then again, when was he ever?

The male making his way up the stairs payed the stranger resting at the top of the balcony no mind, but the same couldn’t be said for the blonde following behind him; the girl had just made it to the top of the stairs when she spotted him, excitement lighting up the features of her face. “Rafe!” She called out, as if he was an old friend, moving past her companion in order to rush the male. At nearly the same instant the motel door opened, a small group moving out of the dark room just in time to witness the sight. Theo was among them, the last of the group exiting, the sight before her putting a smile on her full lips. The blonde was stumbling over her words, praising the male and his performance from earlier that night, clearly intoxicated, yet her words were cut short when her friend took hold of her hand, dragging her away and into the room. The others payed little attention, continuing to walk, but Theo couldn’t resist speaking up. “Was a pretty good performance.” She mused, turning, walking backwards across the balcony so that she could face him even as she moved away. “I mean...I’ve seen better but...still not bad.” 

“I mean, I don’t know,” She began, allowing for a short laugh to move passed her lips. “You could have named him after like.. a granola bar or something. The Star Wars reference makes more sense but.. still.” Her lips curled up into a faint smile before replying with a short shrug of her shoulders. “Does this mean you have cut someone hands off before?”

She hummed softly, nodding as if in thought. “A fair point but...” She stepped back, hands gesturing at herself, looking every bit like a grunge child. “Do I look like someone who might name my pet after a granola bar?” Theo shrugged, eyes drifting, gazing at something that couldn’t quite be seen. “Not exactly.” She mused as her eyes flickered back to the other brunette, lips curling deviously. “But I have been called ‘an absolute horror’. -Though I suppose that opinion depends on the person.” 

“Yeah, pretty much? Like Bieber, too, although I think he’s loosing fans rather than keeping them around.. None the less, he’s still admired like a Greek God.  Basically it’s how gossip works. Whisper something into someone’s ear and as it gets passed around circle it could be completely riddled into something else, not like the original wording.  Fuck it, no harm in being nice. The world needs more of it.”

“You know, if I wasn’t afraid of charges being pressed I might have just knocked you one for comparing that child to the likes of James Dean, let alone a Greek god. Ah; I would know that one as telephone. -Though I’m still going to have to pass, seeing as that was a story that did little for me even listening to it. Not always but that doesn’t mean there can’t be; some people in this world are simply psychotic.”