kenna irene warren

Jude had just emerged from a questionably average sushi joint that Derek from the label had insisted was top notch. Although even their sake had tasted off, he hadn’t come here for food, coming instead for updates on the Avery situation and when the hell he would finally be back. Lo and behold his surprise when, right across the street was a very familiar blonde. Well, he wasn’t entirely sure if it was her because the sunglasses, messy bun, and generally not-put-together appearance was not typically Kenna, but as soon as he saw her smile and cross over, it sealed the deal.

“How about we ditch the hot dogs and you lick my tip,” Jude said as she reached within earshot. It was all in good fun, how they usually exchanged greetings anyway. “You know, I’d take you up on it, but I just had some shitty sushi, and adding a hot dog on top of that, well I don’t want my bowels to hate me,” he smiled. He would’ve pulled her into a hug, but he didn’t want chilli in his hair. “Good to see you, though.” Had it been more than two months now? Must’ve been.

"Eh, I don’t know. I don’t remember your tip being this juicy.” Kenna responded, holding up the hot dog for him to check out. If his girl knew she would rip her tongue off that mouth, but that was a remark she kept to herself. “Too bad, this is too good. I guess you’ll have to watch me deep throat both of these beauties. And who the hell eats sushi this early? You need like a tone of it to make you feel less hungry.” she grinned, oh how she had missed this one. After getting freaky all over her place, Kenna couldn’t remember the last time the two had met. 

Maybe it was for the better, considering Jude had his way with turning a no to a yes, fuck me daddy. “It’s good to see you too. You didn’t recognize me, did ya? I just finished shooting so I’m treating myself.” the blonde explained, before having another bite of her delicious treat. “You busy or something?” 

     Alma’s experience with flirting, let alone theatrical pick - up lines, was minuscule   –   non - existent if you wanted to get all technical about it. But she enjoyed the stories all the same, almost preferring being a passive party rather than an active one.   “   Let me guess, you were simply TOO STARSTRUCK at the time.   ”   She muses, smile forming.   “   It’s a pretty good one, I’ll admit. Think my favorite’s   ‘   are you a library book ? ‘cause i’m checking you out.   ’   ”   A pause.   “   Not that anybody said that to me, or nothing. I googled it.   ” 

“You’ve definitely missed out on a winner there,” Josh responded with a bemused smile, taking a swig of his beer. “How long ago was this? Maybe you should try and track him down?” He chuckled lightly. “Or you could stumble across someone with equally as good pick up lines.”

“Maybe I’ll see him around.” Kenna replied, shrugging her shoulders. “Like, three hours ago. And no, do you see me? If someone should try harder that’s him. He’s the one who should track me down, I’m not going anywhere. I haven’t even finished my drink.” The blonde smirked, “It’s possible. Do you have any good ones?” 

“That is a pretty damn good pickup line,” Charlie agreed. “The real question is, do you think he has more where that came from, or do you think he peaked there?”

“I don’t think I will ever know. His timing was bad, I was drooling over hot dogs and he came between the view. If I ran into him again, maybe he’s going to try again. Hopefully, he has more.” 

“As corny as that is, love, that might be the most patriotic pickup line I have ever heard. Good on the bloke for trying, though. You missed out giving him your number. Any many willing to shower you with compliments that iconic is definitely a keeper.”

And the result is in…

KENNA WARREN, YOU HAVE WON A $100 GIFT CARD FOR THE HIDEOUT!

Just when she was about to take a left turn when her eye caught a familliar face across the street. With a smile on her lips, Kenna quickly checked before crossing, holding one of the hot dogs up to @jude-nolan‘s face, “I’ve just licked the tip, but you can have it if you want. I’m sure you don’t mind my germs.” 

KENNA WARREN is a 22 year old from NEW YORK, living in Beaumont for the past 3 MONTHS. SHE is a WAITRESS AT JUNKHOUSE DINER and in her downtime lovesDRAWING and TAKING PICTURES. She looks an awful lot like NICOLA PELTZ. (ooc: eri, 24, she/her, eest)  

“I know, I know… I even left out Naveen and Prince Phillip because I said too many already,” she said with a laugh and a shrug. So she was a Disney hoe, who could really blame her? They were definitely a better option than most of the guys she had dated. Kenna’s comment brought out an eye-roll, and she nudged her friend with her foot, “You are not allowed to pick Gaston, he’s the worst. I don’t think he has a big dick either, he would not be acting that way if he did,” she pointed out, “So maybe Captain Hook is your man.”

She laughed, turning slightly to watch as her black kitten came to curl up between them. Raven couldn’t care less about the pasta which was a miracle, considering pets tended to be annoying when food was involved. “Babe, don’t judge a book by its cover. Besides, I’m not going to marry the guy. Just fuck him.” Kenna responded and grinned at Yolande. With that nose of his, maybe he gave good oral. Who the fuck knew? “As long as he keeps that hook away from me, sure.” 

Ah, at that Jessica seemed to understand the other a little better. She knew people who ran to get shift a blue spell, she wasn’t one of them, but she knew them. “Well you are more than welcome to join, I always carry a second glass with me. Just in case.” Sure it was just in case she dropped or lost one, but the invitation was there all the same. “We can just pretend that it’s a little on the earlier side.”

A glass of wine was tempting enough. If anyone had told Kenna she would be finding her sweaty self drinking wine after jogging, she would probably laugh. It wasn’t the healthiest choice, but who cared - they were all going to die one day. “You sure?” The blonde asked, but as already walking towards the woman. What could she say, she was a sucker for wine. “I suppose we could.. nothing wrong with that, right?” 

This was supposed to be fun.