your absolute worst nightmare;

       CLAD IN A PINK BEDAZZLED JACKET lent by a delta girl, troy needed time outside and far from the ceaseless noise of the sorority house. the snowstorm still rampaged by he was willing to surmount it all or else, he’d be driven crazy. the cold prickled his skin and anything distant became barely visible — except for the clear figure ahead of him. “hey!” he yelled out as he carefully trudged through the snow towards the other person. “wait up, ——where are you going ? actually, it doesn’t matter. i’ll just go with you, make sure you don’t die out here,” he spoke loudly over the whirring snow, a smile on his lips as he got closer to the other person.

Bellatrix was far too happy to get away from the now stir crazy guests and sisters in the Delta house, even if it meant risking frostbite. In a snowstorm, anything seemed to be possible, the bar she was trying to reach could’ve been closed -- she could’ve hit a patch of ice and ate it by now. And yet, as she tugged her jacket closer, while praying her beanie didn’t go flying off her head, none of it mattered because she could barely feel her toes anyways. As his voice broke through her thoughts, her eyes narrowed as she gave him a shrug of her shoulders in her oversized jacket. Her typical bubbly personality suddenly not so bubbly under the stress of everything. “Pink is not your color, and if I die out here -- who’s to say it’s not just natural evolution picking me off?” Cocking an eyebrow as a grin spread across her lips, she shook her head. “Come on! You don’t need to come. Please, don’t make a fool out of me when I thought I could finally get away from the bunch of you.” 

dawson continued to watch her expression with a keen gaze, his dark green eyes twinkling with amusement at her clear distaste in his presence. while she may have been trying to deter his advances, her words only served to drive his entertainment. raising a single brow in her direction, he couldn’t help but throw his head back on a laugh, “pervert, hm?” his head slowly shook back and forth, “you know, i’m really into this whole pet names thing– and now you’ve got me interested. i’m curious to know what your kinks actually are and since it appears neither one of us are leaving, why don’t you humor me?”

It wasn’t until laughter was pouring from his lips that her blue eyes now narrowed into cautious slits. There was absolutely nothing amusing about their interaction, and the fact that he was taking pleasure in all of this only boiled her blood more. “Yikes. Clearly, you’re a masochist. I wasn’t aware the so-called pet names were sticking.” The blonde moved to tuck a few loose strands of her wavy hair behind her ear before scoffing rather obnoxiously, her eyes now meeting his in a standoff. “Don’t be daft. A lady does not openly let all her mystery be known, especially for someone as painfully aggravating as you. There’s no humor here -- Ah... what was it? Oh right, I’m bored with this conversation already, sweetheart.” Firing his words back at him, she gave him the nicest smile she could muster up while a smirk dared to tug at her lips.

“great– let’s just move the fuck on then, sweetheart,” dawson shot back with a dismissive shake of his head, “no need to get your panties in a twist over some douchebag you don’t even know, right?” the bored expression currently plastered on her face only succeeded in causing his handsome features to color with amusement. she was entertaining, to say the least. “you’ve really got me convinced you have some sort of necrophilia kink. hey, please feel free to walk away from me. it would undoubtedly be one of those ‘hate to see her go, love to watch her leave’ scenarios, i’m sure.”

A look of disgust crossed her features as an over exaggerated gag soon followed, the blonde could hardly believe that the boy would treat anyone like this -- let alone a lady of her stature. “Don’t for one minute ever -- ever think you have any sort of effect on my panties.” Even though her eyes narrowed, she couldn’t help but find something intriguing about him. The way he matched the banter with every turn was almost mildly refreshing. “In your damn dreams, pervert. My kinks are none of your concern but I can assure you they have nothing to do with the dead. By all means, though, you’re dismissed. There’s no chance in hell I’ll be the first to go, you don’t need any more ammo to fuel your obvious ego.” 

“FIna-fucking-lly,” Liam smiled. “I’m always down for a good time and ever since the holidays ended everyone and everything just seems to be in a slump. Hell, scuba diving, base jumping, go on a trip, I’m down for it all. Something. Anything,”. 

Eyeing the boy in front of her, she couldn’t help but let a happy hum escape her pursed lips. “Base jumping sounds intense and honestly so appealing. But I have to agree with you -- just about anything could be better than sitting around in this godforsaken snoozefest.” Quirking an eyebrow as she considered his words, she spoke up once more. “Does this mean you’re my newest knight in shining entertainment?” 

“…you sound like the type who retweets from Common White Girl,” she replied, acrylics tapping on-top the counter. “but you know, have fun. don’t forget to write. unless these so-called enemies get to you before you can, then understandable.”

“And you sound like the type who quite frequently gets blocked,” She quipped with a vague eye roll. “Even my enemies couldn’t get rid of me. But I suppose I could pen you between bar fights.”