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“Oh, regular war story? You’ve got a lot of those knocking around up there in that brain of yours, do you?” She inquired as she walked alongside him. It wouldn’t surprise her one bit if he did. “Who do you even think I am? I’d never expect you to buy me one. I’m an independent woman who earns her own money and can pay for her own shit. And no, that does not mean I’ll shout you, either.”

DEAN SMACKED the side of his head. “Only thing up there are war stories and cars,” He said, flashing a wild grin. He could blame it on the weed, sure, but really he was just an idiot with a one-track mind. “dunno who the fuck you are, never asked your name,” He shrugged, and cocked his eyebrow at her in surprise. “ain’t never asked you to shout me, neither. Fuck I can buy my own soda at least. Well, one at least,” 

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EVEN DEAN was courteous enough to stub out his cigarette when he saw the pregnant woman approach. Beating the nicotine stick into the ground with a shoe. He’d been planning to ignore her, until she started inhaling the ice cream. He couldn’t help but stare. “er yeah, ain’t never seen someone mouth-fuck it though,” He admitted, after taking a moment to regain his thoughts and ever-present scowl.

in all reality, she should have known better than trying to eat ice cream in the summer sun, so rachel had to scarf it down like a prisoner who had ten seconds to finish her food. the pregnant woman finished only to look up, innocent eyes as she found a pair on her, “what, never seen someone love their ice cream?” asked she.

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It was impossible for Mack not to smirk as she heard his instant dismissal of her words, and she was glad that they had the intended effect. “Oh, yeah. I knew it wasn’t gonna be your scene,” she mused. “I would like to avoid a purse to the jaw, though, because that just wouldn’t be pretty. But yes, undoubtedly. Let’s go and be hip and ward off those old coots you mentioned. They’ll never come near either of us again.”

DEAN LET out a bark of a laugh at her words. “listen doll,” He said as he began to walk towards the local diner. “if they manage to hobble after us we’ll think of some sick ass story for your purse jaw. regular war story,” He gave her a wild grin. Thankfully they were only a two minute walk or so from their destination, and arrived in good time. “now don’t expect me to go buyin’ you one,” He added as he approached the door. “i get paid shit all at big ed’s”

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*/ ❝ ROCK ‘N ROLL IS HERE TO STAY ❞ ⁠— A DEAN DAWSON PLAYLIST.

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“I mean, I can always leave if you’re totally into middle aged women ogling you from their windows and reliving their fantasies from fifteen years ago,” Mack shrugged. If it were her, she totally wouldn’t be into that stuff. But she was also pretty sure that most middle aged women would just sneer at her instead. “What’s the plan? No, I didn’t think that far ahead. I never think that far ahead. My plan was just to save you and scare away the middle aged women. It probably already worked.”

DEAN COULD practically feel his balls fall off at the thought of middle aged women coming after his fine young ass. “nah, nah,” He was quick to say. “definitely not my scene,” Even if they probably loved Elvis as much as him...no, no amount of rock knowledge or purse candies were worth it. “well, if it don’t we better scram, before you get a purse to the jaw. you wanna go grab a soda or somethin’? Act hip to ward off the old coots?”

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She liked being admired, she wasn’t as in the face as some people got, but she was good looking and she wasn’t afraid to admit it, she liked wearing revealing clothes and she certainly wasn’t opposed to flirting. “You would do better asking me outright, I’ve never been one to play games, so if you want to take me home you would just need to ask.” Adeline hummed as she looked up at him with amusement. A small scoff passed her lips, and he reached up to ruffle his hair a little. “That’s much better, stop playing with it so much. And then you can take me home, and I might agree to see you more in the morning too. What’s your name handsome.” 

DEAN SHOVED his hands in his pockets, still trying to keep his cool air. All he knew how to do was play games, but he couldn’t tell her that. “alright,” He jerked his chin, dreading what he was getting himself into. “you wanna come back to my place, doll?” Dean was more sensitive about his hair, than anything else in his life. It was his pride & joy. More precious to him than life itself. So it wasn’t surprising when she proceeded to mess with it. But she didn’t fuck it up too much so he was quickly able to comb it back into place. “name’s not important, but you can call me Dean, sugarlips,” He tried his best for a coy smile.

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Cade was in a sorely state. After having to deal with a ferret from hell all morning, he wasn’t in the best of moods, nor did it help that the shirt he was planning on wearing today was mysteriously gone when he woke up. “Yes, you fucker. You are!” He shot back, grabbing the cigarette from him and taking a drag. “You fucking took that! I wanted to wear that today, you asshole!” 

DEAN HAD been stealing Cade’s shit for the last couple of weeks. He wasn’t even really sure why. He told himself it was because the guy had some serious style, that he was too poor to copy, but it was more likely fueled by some kind of twisted homoerotic instinct that lay dormant inside him. “fuck off, man you never wear it anyway,” Dean grunted, swiping the cigarette back and taking a longer drag on principle. “i ain’t never seen you wear shit all, so how am I supposed to know?”

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Now, Arden was never bothered by a little delinquency, it was rock and roll after all. No, that’s not the reason that he approached the other. He had heard the faint sound of Eddie Cochran and he was fully intrigued. The reaction he got was something that he was slightly taken aback by, living life of a well mannered boy. He blinked twice before shyly answering. “Uh- No. That’s not my usual wear so I don’t think so-” that was stupid, “I was just going to say uh, good song?”  

DEAN WAS abhorrently sensitive about his music, not to mention judgmental of others. It wasn’t often people appreciated the good stuff so he was a little taken back by Arden’s words. It cause him to stall for a moment, since his brain basically used confrontation as its diesel fuel. “oh, you dig?” Dean said, cocking a brow. “It’s Eddie Cochran. One of the greats. You in to classic rock ‘n roll, dude?”

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She probably should have kept walking, probably should have just kept heading on home. But it had been a long day at the library, and the idea of sitting on her couch alone at home and watching re-runs of something stupid didn’t sound nearly as appealing as taking a seat beside the man she’d seen around town before and doing something a little reckless. “No, but the Sawyer from Lost energy that you’re radiating right now is probably enough to penetrate the mind of some forty-five year old woman in a building near us that watched the shit outta that show years ago and bring her out here to ogle you. So I’m here to save you.”

DEAN HAD no idea who Sawyer from Lost was, but he thought he was at least giving off twinky young elvis vibes. Something told him they weren’t in the same ballpark, which mildly offended him. “outta all the dumb shit you seen me do, kitten, you decide to jump in now? Fuck, must be serious, huh?” He kicked off the wall, not too eager to attract a hoard of geezers. “alright, so you saved me, what’s the plan now?”

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looking up at him she crossed her arms over her chest, he actually didn’t seem to know who she was which was better for her, less chance a half naked photo was going to end up all over the internet to cause shit if this was just an innocent attempt at hooking up - so why the hell not. “see now was that so hard.” adeline hummed, her teeth slowly scraping over her bottom lip. “a big wig? well i guess so, but you can just call me ad for the night, that will do just fine.” if he wasn’t clued up she wasn’t about to spell it out for him. “and just here for fun, the story is for sober me and i ain’t seen her for hours.” 

DEAN ALLOWED his eyes to trail over Adeline’s frame, being none-too-subtle about it. She really was a catch, he figured. Why she was giving him the time of day was a mystery. She must be looking for trouble. “nah, it weren’t,” Dean admitted with a shrug. “shoulda known better than to try ‘n sweet talk a hot mama like you,” He dared to move a little closer. Though admittedly, he was screaming inside. Dean ran another had through his hair, practically a self-soothing habit at this point. “ad,” He tried the name on his lips. “mysterious, I dig it,” He managed a cocky smile. “fair enough. but you better tell your sober self she’ll be seeing more of dean dawson, after tonight,”

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the curious flutter of her eyelashes was a second nature at this point. if curiosity killed the cat, then satisfaction brought summer back. she could hardly stop herself from sketching the image in her head. “nothing, just thinking the image would make a good painting.”

“TAKE A PICTURE, it’ll last longer,” Dean barked, taking another drag from his cigarette. He made no effort to move, but he fixed the girl with a scowl. “I’m not gonna hang around here all day so you can paint me or whatever. I hate that art shit,”

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THE ‘NO SMOKING’ sign was clearly visible behind Dean’s slouching frame. Which was exactly what had prompted him to light up a cigarette, more out of rebellion than a reminder. He slouched against the wall of a clearly PUBLIC building, taking long drags off the nicotine stick. Dean let his headphones rest on his shoulders, blasting Twenty Flight Rock at an ungodly volume. Unsurprisingly, someone approached him. Which earned a sneer fueled by teenage angst ( despite the fact that he was in his early twenties ). “what? am I wearin’ somethin’ of yours?”

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adeline gave the fireworks another final glance before she turned her attention fully to the male in front of her, her own brow raised to match his. “oh i’m sorry, are you telling me this isn’t you hitting on me right now?” she asked, her smile unwavering as she kept his gaze, she wasn’t one to break under pressure and his pretty smile wasn’t going make her crack no matter how drunk she may have been. “seven months on being sober is nothing when your career rests upon it, and i’m just making sure to catch up now. after all, we’ve established, i’m very drunk.” 

DEAN THOUGHT he had more of a way with the ladies than he had any right to, considering that most of his advances were met with a ( well-deserved ) slap in the face. It never worked, which was why he kept his eyes trained on the show. Adeline’s genuine interest was enough to garner his full attention. “ain’t never said the words,” Dean said, shoving his hands in his pockets & putting on his best ‘cool guy’ persona. “want me to spell it out for you, kitten? I think you’re a total knock-out,” She was right, she was drunk so her poor judgement might actually give him a shot. It was more for bragging rights than anything else. “so you’re really a big wig, huh? you got a story to tell or you just here to have some fun?” 

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Looking back at him Adeline paused before she gave a laugh in his direction. “Baby boy there’s magic in your eyes right now.” She hummed as she swayed a little, she had spent far to much time in the company of lustful eyes to not recognize it, and mostly she just ignored it but she could get over the rudeness of his comments when he was as cute as he was, at least for tonight anyway. “I’ve been on tour for nearly a 7 months, I haven’t been allowed to drink so that wine hit. That’s all.” Adeline shrugged turning her brown orbs back to the sky.

DEAN COCKED a brow at baby boy, his fragile masculinity hardly able to withstand the blow of the playful nickname. Not that he wasn’t above playing it cool. “shit, you really must be drunk if you’re mistakin’ fire for magic. Ain’t nothin special about it,” Dean hand a hand through his hair, careful not to mess it up as he trained his eyes back on the show. “seven months? fuck, you lived through that? I’d loose it, you don’t have to follow the rules, though y’know,”

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REALISTICALLY, DEAN didn’t give a shit about Adeline’s company. But her little outfit had caught his eye, thereby sparking the conversation. He knew if he tried to back out now, the guys would be hounding him for weeks. After all, what did they come to these events for, if not to pick up girls and cause mayhem? This one seemed a little batty though, or maybe just AIR-HEADED. Dean couldn’t hold back his little scoff. “you actually believe in that shit, kitten? I’m not the sharpest, and even I know its just a bunch of chemicals ‘n junk. Fuck, you’re kinda a light weight, huh? going goofy already,”

“there’s a good chance, i’ve had a bit to much to drink, but don’t you think fireworks are actual magic.” adeline shouted over the bangs as she looked up at the sky that was lit with color, she’d had  the best day, dressed in designer red, white and blue she’d been like a kid in a candy store at the celebrations, back and forth between the people she had met in town so far. “i mean i know it’s science, but i’m sure they use a little magic too.” in her mind they had to,everything was just to pretty for them to not. 

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felicity was a little too interested in watching dean blow smoke into the air. “yeah,” she said, mesmerized. suddenly realizing he asked her a question, she snapped her gaze back up to his eyes. “my tale?” she paused, thinking for a moment. “not much to tell. i’m felicity…. i’m eighteen… i work at a crystal shop,” she said with a laugh. “and what’s your story, um..” she sat there for a moment, very high, trying to think of a word that rhymed with story. when she couldn’t, she looked back up to dean and smiled.

—DEAN WASN’T LISTENING to Felicity...not really. He was in his own head, thinking about his hair, about weed and cars and all the mayhem he’d cause tonight. When he finally tuned back in to I’m 18 I work at a crystal shop he wanted to zone RIGHT back out again. “tch, didn’t take you for a hippie, doll,” Dean quipped casting her a quick glance as he ran a hand through his hair. “dean,” He added, thinking she was looking for a name. “my story? same old, poor kid from the slums, beat down by the man. Now he’s workin’ at a car shop for chump change,”