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I’m still here, I swear.

Willow had finally felt she had got somewhere but then he teased her only more. She sat up, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him deeply. She panted, fingers moving inside of her. When she broke the kiss, she cussed. “You listen here, I cant take this. I can’t. You’re gonna fuck me right? Like now?” She pleaded with him. “Or how about,” she drug out the words and smiled devilishly. “You let me suck you off.” She bit on her lip and she chuckled, the good idea coming to her. “Please, please, please.”

“Sounds like she’s trying to make your life hell on earth,” Raph noted, chuckling lightly. He could definitely empathize because he had a few cousins who always teased him or worse, whom his parents liked more than they liked Raphael (or at the very least, that’s how it seemed to him and his poor soul). He glanced back at the things in the man’s hands, trying to decide which one would annoy the man’s friend more. “Hmm, it’s a tough call. I’d say go for the one on the right, but I think go for option three: get both and see just how it’s gonna screw with her, y’know?” 

Another thing about his friendship with her was that although Aaron had convinced himself that he wasn’t in love with her, whenever he described her to others, that was generally the first conclusion they seemed to land in. The two of them often found themselves having to explain they weren’t in a relationship. “Oh, that would actually be a huge mistake. I’ve tried it once, and, well, what I can tell you is that things escalated really fast, and my paycheck couldn’t really keep up with its pace. Eventually, I lost and she spent months mocking me for it. As you can see, she’s a lovely person,” Aaron mentioned with a chuckle.

Jack did not know what to expect from the woman who bothered him in a way that irritated him. You could say that it was not really his evening. After a busy week of a lot of work, things that were not solved and especially the case that kept the whole city busy, this was really something for him to take the rest, to forget everything about what happened and just enjoy a beer with his friends. His friends who now let him down, actually did not let themselves be heard and after half an hour sent him only a message, telling him they were coming, but did not know when. It did not make for a happy face with him, absolutely not, and of course that was really understandable. When something was wrong with him, it did not matter what, Jack could hardly accept that. It sometimes caused complicated situations at his workplace, especially because he was the leader of his own team. Jack was seen as a serious, sometimes miserable, searching agent. For many people it was difficult to work with him in a team, even his own boss hardly get control over him and let him go his own way. Of course he knew the risks of the work, of course he knew when he chose the wrong path, but Jack always knew what he was doing, every day, every moment. He did not let himself be stopped by other opinions, certainly not from other teams. Jack could work together, that was not a problem at all, but when it was his case, it was only his case. He ignored people who thought they knew better, that they were better than anyone else, but he believed in the talents of his team members. It was that he was allowed to choose them and that a few belonged to his group of friends, but he was like that. You could say what you think of him, but it did not interest him much. He believed in what the people were, deep inside, straight from the heart. And the people who knew him knew exactly how he was, different from what the strangers thought. But his job was actually everything for him, he would do everything to find the solution. And perhaps that was his biggest obstacle.

Actually, from the moment Jack took his first steps towards her, he did not know exactly what her idea was, why she thought she was funny to throw scraps of paper at him, just because she was bored. Certainly how he felt now, he could hardly accept this. Yet he could not deny that it was a woman with a good appearance, she actually looked perfect and yet he felt a kind of strange feeling flowing through his body. What was the matter with him? “ Then you go to the playground. And when you do that, I will have here the rest I was looking for. ” he said slowly nodding, but apparently she did not want to listen to him and she did not care about every word he said. Just when he wanted to tell what he thought of it, she turned her focus on other people in the cafe. What was she doing? Was she trying to steal the show? Did she want attention from other men? Jack actually could not follow what was happening and looked surprised when she seemed angry. Jack took a sip of his beer and actually he could enjoy it here. This was more spectacular than what the whole game was. Slowly he began to think she was drunk, that she was calling things she would not know tomorrow. Jack shrugged and shook his head as the man on the other side of the cafe looked at him as if he were her boyfriend. When Jack gave the sign that that was absolutely not the truth, he wanted to turn around and walk back to his own table, waiting for his friends who would have to arrive at a moment, until her focus was on him again. Again he could hardly follow her, she talked a lot and there seemed to be no stop. Jack nodded, pretended he understood everything she said and gave the sign to the bartender for a new beer, but also one for you. Apparently she managed to get his attention, because he stopped and normally he would immediately walk away and no longer seek contact with her. Something in her said something to him, something in him made him stand with you. “ I’m not going to do anything with you, if that’s what you hope,”  he said with a cautious smile on his face, shaking his head again. When she started talking about her life, that she often made the bad choices, he took a sip of his new beer, what was given by the bartender. “ Making bad choices is perhaps something you should do more often. Often these are the right choices, only you must have no fear and be afraid to try that. Only then will you be successful. ” he said in a clear voice as he looked around to see if there were people who focused attention on them. “ Jack is the name. And more than that you will not know, that is something I can promise you. Unless you come with very unexpected things. And win from me? That’s never going to happen. I will not let myself be defeated like the team what is now behind the facts in this match. ” he said in a voice as if he were challenging someone. Actually his friends could now wait for him, she seemed to win his attention and it even seemed a bit exciting. Exciting… that was something Jack did not experience much with other girls, but she was special in a way he did not know very often. He still could not understand what was going on, but this would be an evening he would not soon forget.

Marina glanced at him before giving him what she assumed was the longest eye roll in the history of times. “You mean go back to this drag they’re calling a soccer match? Or maybe you mean going back to sitting there by yourself, looking hopefully at your phone every time it buzzes. Let me tell you something,” she paused in her words, giving him a few moments to properly adjust to the announcement she was about to make. “Whoever you’re waiting for isn’t coming. And if they were, are you sure they would be worth all the time you’ve already wasted waiting here? Cause, in my books, very few people actually are.” Marina stated. Her words might have been harsh, but they came from the experiences she had had. Unfortunately, it seemed like Marina had only had the opportunity to see the worst in others, which naturally turned her into someone skeptical and cynical. She didn’t easily allow others in, and she was under the constant assumption that they would just let her down at one point or another. If she convinced herself they weren’t worthy, it was uncomplicated for her to keep them away, or for her to just walk away as if nothing had ever happened. Marina didn’t care what others think or how they might perceive her for her sometimes aloof behavior. This was her life, and she was tired of letting people break her heart. She wouldn’t allow anyone else to do it ever again. With that being said, it was clear that patience wasn’t one of Marina’s virtues. Whenever she was supposed to wait for anyone, if they took more than ten minutes to show up without reasonable explanation, she was out. And, depending on the person, she would never speak to them again.  She had learned, in a disturbing way, after all, to give herself more value, and respect the sort of person that she was, regardless of other people. Those who liked her wouldn’t require her to change her ways. Those who didn’t, didn’t matter after all.

When the man she had shown the finger began acting as if she needed to be restrained, Marina gritted her teeth, jaw clenching. “Now, you listen to me very carefully,” she warned. “I do not need a babysitter. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, and if anything happens,” a dry sound of laughter erupted from her lips. “He’s not going to be the one who holds me back, so I suggest you mind your own damn business,” she dismissed, sipping her beer in order to calm herself down. Marina hated when people acted like that, as if she was crazy for calling them out on their bullshit. Suddenly, she was the bad person just for saying things like they were. It was a sad, sad world they were living in, one in which one would prefer to blame others for something they were guilty of. It was pathetic. Soon enough, that bottle was gone and replaced by the one he was paying. “Funny you should mention that,” Marina refuted his statement. “Because I could so easily argue your logic. I mean, didn’t you just buy me a drink? I don’t know if it’s something different where you’re from, but where I come from, this actually qualifies as doing something. So, I’m confused. What exactly did you mean?” Marina wondered, a pleased little smile playing on her features as she said it, basically because she wanted to see what he would do when his words were twisted against him, oh, and how she enjoyed finding these loopholes! “Success and failure are matters of perspective. My parents find me a huge disappointment and would label me as a failure at any given time. Does that mean I agree with their point of view? Absolutely not. I may not have followed the path they have traced for me, but I’ve managed things on my own. That means something to me, so, even if the course I’ve made alone has led to countless mishaps, the fact that I’m still here, proves it had its dose of success. People just end up getting too fixated on an ideal, and, sometimes that’s not where the focus should be. Sometimes the journey is what really matters,” Marina shrugged her shoulders, the comment seeming actually quite deep given their initial interaction. “I have a question for you. Has anyone ever told you, you sound like one of those self-help books? Because you do. I wonder, when was the last time you actually went ahead and did something you considered ‘a bad choice’?” She taunted, drawing air quotations around the expression. “Just checking whether you’re one of those who live by ‘do as I say and not as I do,’” she pointed out. “Okay, so, maybe I was wrong about the name part,” she started, her tone anticipating there would be an adversative to follow that sentence. “You do give your name out just like that,” Marina flicked her hand, as if it meant it wasn’t a big deal. “Which doesn’t mean I will do the same for you, Jack,” she used the name he had given her. “You want to remain a mystery, that’s fine by me. We meet an extraordinary amount of people we won’t ever see again anyway. But it’s gonna take a whole lot more of you to drag anything from me. Could be a fun little game.” She found herself smirking. “Does that mean you don’t like losing, Jack?” Her voice posed almost a dare.

Olivia laughed at his response, shaking her head. “Believe me, it’s not as awful as it sounds. Depending on who you ask, though, I suppose.” As any of her previous bed partners and they might consider it a very bad thing. “More like a long day. I kinda just wanted to go home, put my feet up and watch terrible television tonight, but my friends insisted on coming out. Who am I to deny them?” She smiled over at them, spotting them in the crowd. “Though now two of them are dancing and one has found an attractive guy to hook up with, so here I am. Bothering you.” She grinned. “Hope you don’t mind - feel free to absolutely tell me to leave you alone if you’d like.” She spoke honestly as she sipped her drink. He seemed good company, but she wouldn’t bug him. 

“Of course. Wouldn’t want the word getting out.” she chuckled. This guy seemed nice, friendly. She didn’t tend to talk to the bartenders in places like this, mostly because they were either too busy or she was dancing too much. But tonight was different and this particular bartender seemed worth chatting to. “Pleasure’s all mine. So how long have you been working here?” 

“See? There are already too many variables there,” Cameron commented. “In some cases, it’s better to see ignorance as bliss, you know?” He added a shrug to punctuate the sentence. Due to his former career, Cam could relate to what she was saying. There were many times when he had to make it to some event, even if he didn’t want to. Part of his job was to be seen, and it wasn’t rare for him to be paid only to go somewhere, take a couple of pictures, smile at some people, and be done with it. “I used to hate this feeling of obligation to be anywhere, but I get it that it’s sometimes necessary,” he nodded in agreement. At her words, Cam snorted a laugh and drew a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Believe me, you’re fine,” he reassured her.

Bailey wasn’t sure how much worse her day was going to go. Waking up in the middle of the night had killed her mood for the day. A full 7 or 8 hours wasn’t common for her most days anyway, but after her day before, sleep should have come easily. Even after she had tried to go back to sleep, her efforts hadn’t worked, So by 5:00am, Bailey Taylor was awake and dreading reality. She held on for an hour, lounging in her bed. It wasn’t like she was free for the day but she definitely wasn’t ready to continue going on. The day at the moment, might as well just do her in, there was no hope. Of course, she was laying it a little thick but her day had just started, but she couldn’t afford to let her day go downhill.

If the day couldn’t get any worse, the blender decided to malfunction. Not just in general, but on her. It had ruined her morning protein shake, ruined her blender, and ruined her outfit. So, not only had she ruined her breakfast, although not through fault of her own, but also her outfit? It wasn’t like she was just going through her day, no she had to go to her newest site and her boss had dropped some hints that he might decide to drop by. Bailey let out a frustrated sigh as she poured whatever had been made into the sink. It just wasn’t blended enough for her to drink. Once she also trashed her blender, Bails turned to go back to her closet. So much for being out of her house and being at the destination early.

Soon enough, Bailey was out of the house and pulling up to what was about to be a playground. She had suggested a park, mainly because it was also her neighborhood and a park was lovely, but after realizing that most of the houses around were filled with families, the idea of a playground was implemented. With her plans in hand, and a coffee in the other, Bailey wasn’t sure how she had managed to be late, it wasn’t so far from her house, but the coffee shop both in shop and the drive through had been packed. It was like the universe was trying to beat her down. A small sigh escaped her lips, stiffing the groan of disappointment. The construction workers weren’t as far along as she hoped, and they couldn’t afford to be behind schedule. 

Her gaze taking in the scene around her, it didn’t take too long to notice the girl out of place. It wasn’t too hard, her morning view had been filled with mainly construction workers and angry coffee desires, so she was a pleasant change. Her face too, brought pure joy. At least someone was looking appreciative of their work. A smile crossed her face as she approached the girl. “Well, hi.” she greeted. “Now, you must be the youngest construction worker I’ve ever seen, don’t even looked dressed for the part.” joking, she couldn’t help but wonder if the girl was far from home or where exactly she had come from. Her tongue grazed her teeth, sucking in a small breath, “I’m Bailey, and you are? Hmm, I don’t think my boss would be too upset if I show you around, what do you say?”

Noah quickly stepped outside the door. In a hurry, he allowed the door to close on its own, and it did so with a loud bang. The glass mosaic that embellished the white wooden frame chinked as it rattled against their holders, but Noah wasn’t in the right headspace to care whether the glass would break or not. Thoroughly, he searched the backyard. Desperation running hot inside his veins, making him sweat despite the cold temperature. His eyes landed on the semi-open gateway, and Noah swallowed hard the lump that had formed in his throat. Without giving it a second thought, Noah darted outside, still looking for his little girl in her red coat.

Megan’s eyes were wide with excitement. She had never seen machines that big, and it seemed like everything there caught her eye. At the sound of someone speaking to her, Megan focused her glance and waved one gloved hand. Her foot moved in semi-circles, and she chewed on the insides of her cheeks. Her cherubic lips spread into a smile. “I’m Megan!” She said, her grin displaying a dimple on her cheek. “What is this?” She asked curiously.

Noah made his way down the street, having picked a side at random. He asked anyone on the street whether they had seen Megan, and would proceed to give them a description of her looks and how she was dressed. The more people he asked, the more unsettled he became until someone finally gave him a clue. “I think I saw her going that way,” they stated, and Noah started running in the direction they had pointed. Looking over his shoulder, Noah told them a brief “Thanks,” which caused him to trip over his feet and nearly fall in the process, but he managed to remain on his feet.

Megan was fascinated by the prospect of a tour. She might now know what any of that was, but it didn’t dim her desire to find out. Her light eyes scintillated with amazement as she offered the woman a hand, a silent gesture to let her know she wanted to be taken to see new things. “What does it do?” Megan questioned in her childish lilt, pointing at one of the machines, moving her small legs faster so that she could keep up with Bailey.

“Mimosas are the greatest thing to be invented since–Actually, scratch that. Mimosas are the greatest thing ever invented,” Micaela said, all while thinking of all the other good things that got invented, like the smartphone she just used to take a quick pic of her very picturesque breakfast order. “It’s probably that thing where your body becomes immune or used to the effects of certain medicine that it feels like it’s stopped working, or something like that. I’m no expert, after all.” She simply shrugged and gave the other an almost smile. “I, for one, very much consider coffee to be medicine.” She giggled, but only to put on a serious face no more than a few seconds later. She nodded. “I’m my own Pandora’s box, so there’s really no way you’re making things bad for me. And I heard it always helps to unload. Again, no expert. Just going off of what I hear or read on the internet. Definitely unreliable.”

“I wouldn’t say mimosas are my go-to kind of drink, but they have certainly helped me through some otherwise disastrous brunches,” Abby mentioned, shuddering at the thought of what those could have been like if she had to endure them while sober. “Yeah, we generally build up resistance the more often we’re forced to have it. Before you notice it, you’re already having twice what used to be your regular amount, just so it will make you feel the same way. Besides, I’m sort of wishing I’ll end up going home for some more sleep. Fingers crossed!” She explained and actually crossed her fingers. “Oh, it’s some work stuff that has been making me frustrated lately actually,” she stated with a shrug. Honestly, it was the sort of thing that had been bothering for the past couple of weeks, but it felt silly for her to mention it to someone who wasn’t really involved or might not be able to understand the situation because she hadn’t seen it.

The colors on his computer screen swished by in a remarkable pace, focusing on a single customized sprite that stood in the center of attention; wearing their newly found pirate hat and wielding a pixel sword against a beast on the upper level of a castle. An empty can of soda rested by his side and Martin didn’t even notice the buzzing of his phone as it lay hidden under a stack of flyers he had printed out before the end of his early work shift – still to be analyzed for tomorrow. Mid through a powerful attack Martin jumped in his chair at the sudden realization someone was trying to reach him, pressing the space bar to pause the game as shuffle the papers away to swipe the button at the lower part of the screen. Some of them went flying to the floor, creating an uneven mess on top of his desk but he didn’t have time to care as he moved the speaker to his ear. “Martin”, he spoke with a stressed inhale of air, something that only got worse as Abby’s voice broke through and covered him with a state of unpleasant panic. 

“What’s wrong? How did you even end up there?” Safely to say, Martin was not the type of person you called for backup in case you wanted someone that looked menacing or at least like someone who could jump into a fight. Life wasn’t a video game and no hat of his was going to bring him 20+ magic abilities or vitality to bring down monsters lurking in shadows and corners. “Uh, okay, I’ll try my best to be there as soon as possible – go somewhere with people, don’t stand with your back free.” Unsure of what type of situation she was in, Martin could only offer so much before he hung up and called the taxi firm instead. The unlucky benefits of not owning a car and knowing a bus wouldn’t steer off the road for him and his friend. 

Restlessness took over and he hurried to save and close down the game whilst he waited for his ride, not even in the right mind to doublecheck the address given to him by Abby. One delivery of directions later, Martin was rather confused to find the area the car rolled through was anything but lurking of danger and his eyebrows knit together in twice the concern, hiding an underlying disbelief that Abby might have lied to him. And to say, he would have preferred fighting off a gang of thugs in front of the building that eventually fell into his view, sinking down into the car seat and hoping he might be able to slip Abby’s sight and go back home again. A spa? Really now? He hadn’t come back to her about the proposal and dearly hoped it had slipped her mind, sighing heavily as the car parked and the driver turned around to request his payment. “Oh, what danger Abigail! I can see you shaking in fear over there!” Martin nearly scoffed as he closed the door behind him and crossed his arms, holding on for an explanation. 

Abby didn’t allow herself a chance to think of what Martin was telling her in anticipation. If she did, there was a very good chance she would cave and tell him what was really happening. Did she enjoy lying to him? Not a single bit. It left this horrible scrid taste inside her mouth, and the only thing keeping her from making a second call and admitting her guilt was this inherent certainty that although Martin would dread going there, once he actually experimented it. From what Abby knew of Martin, he didn’t take a whole lot of time off, and in the rare occasions that he did, he just indulged in the games he enjoyed playing, thus not straying much from what he usually did at work anyway, at least not in Abby’s opinion.

Pacing the floor, Abby wondered what sort of advice was to ‘not stand with her back free’, and why Martin felt the need to point something that random out. Consequentially, it made her wonder if this was some kind of thing that had happened to him at some point and she would need to confront someone about it, but she tried not to dwell on the matter any further as she waited for his arrival. Her eyes scanned each car that bypassed the building, and when one finally stopped, Abby practically ran outside to meet her friend. “Martin, you came!” She exclaimed, linking her arm through his and dragging him away from the car and into the building where she’d just come from before Martin could consider what they were doing. The door opened with a swish, allowing them through the threshold.

“Okay, so, first of all, don’t be mad,” Abby requested. “It’s just that I knew you wouldn’t come here if I told you exactly the reason why, and the two of us could really use what this place has got to offer. See this as a bonding experience!” She pleaded, pushing him inside and gesturing to the woman at the front desk, whom she had already spoken to, that they were ready to go. The key to the success of that operation was not to let Martin overanalyze what was going on. “There would really be no better time for it than right now, Martin. And, if you think about it, the sooner we do this, the sooner we’ll be over with it, and you won’t have to wonder whether I’ve forgotten or when it might take place,” Abby justified, hoping he would come to agree with her.

With that being said, I would like to let the ones I owe replies to that I’ve actually been able to work on a number of them, so, they should be coming out as today progresses. Wishfully thinking, I’ll wrap up all the ones I owe today. If not, then, at least I won’t be so far behind.

Raphael listened to the man speak, laughing lightly to himself as he himself had a similar sort of relationship with his cousins. He nodded as he looked over at the items in the man’s hands. Looking at them, Raph realized he was missing what he thought to be was a crucial piece of information. “Hmm, interesting choices,” he commented, as he quirked up a brow and looked the man in the eyes. “But I’m gonna need more insight into this woman to know exactly which one might cause her the most annoyance. So what’s she like, man?”

“Uhm,” Aaron made a sound and scratched the back of his head. How could he describe her to someone else? “She likes to be cruel and often reminds me of moments of our friendship when I did something embarrassing,” he pointed out. When he said cruel, he meant more along the lines of banter, in which they would both make fun of one another, not as in actually being mean. “She has befriended my entire family, and I sometimes believe some of them care more about her than about me,” he was listing things as they went through his mind. “What else would you like to know?” He wondered.