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Skylar laughed, running a hand through her hair. “I really fuckin’ won’t, on God.” The brunette explained with a laugh. At the mention of her birthday, she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, team aries. And yes baby! Rolling loud, and you’re coming with me.” She said with a smirk. Rolling loud was a chance to get lit as fuck, and listen to some real cool rappers.

"You really fucking will," she argued, shaking her head at the other but a smile on her face showed that she wasn't really mad at her, it was more concern than anything. "What? Seriously?" he questioned in complete disbelief, teeth tugging on her lower lip. "I'm not even ready to go to a concert, look at me in my pjamas!" Ariel exclaimed, running a hand through her hair almost a little frustrated.

birthday bitch// skylar & ariel

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Ariel wasn't even surprised this time when she heard knocks on her window, dashing towards it to open it up for her and helping her get in. "Babe, you really need to stop doing that, you're going to kill yourself someday," she warned before pulling her in a tight hug. "Happy birthday!" The excitement was apparent in her tone, she arches an eyebrow. "All the dealer money?"

birthday bitch// skylar & ariel

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Honestly, Skylar never did anything when it was her birthday, because it’s really not like she had anyone to celebrate it with, and she figured it was a waste of time. Still, she wanted to hang out with Ariel, so she pulled the same shit she did last time, climbing up the tree next to her window and knocking on it, holding onto a branch with one hand. “Hey! I’ve got fuckin’ concert tickets, open up.”

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“Seriously… Like half the school is in Mexico last I heard. I’m just as surprised as you are to see how damn packed this place is.” Spencer shook her head. Maybe everyone had returned from break early. She knew there was a lot of wealth in Northlake; but maybe it wasn’t quite enough for two whole weeks away… Or maybe their parents weren’t as willing to fork over the cash to their spoiled bratty teens this year. “Ahh hey, it’s fine. It was getting kinda noisy in here anyway.”

"I guess every non-student is now taking the opportunity of us kids being on break and having their good old time here," she sighed as she scanned her surroundings, noticing that most of the people here were middle aged or older. "Or are they giving out like 2 milkshakes for one? The place is always filled when they have special treats like that," she assumed with a small shrug before giving her a small nod. "Yeah, that makes sense. Dairy's never the best place to really concentrate anyway because you get distracted by the smell of pancakes."

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Upon hearing the other’s question, Spencer glanced around, just now noticing how full Dairy’s had gotten since she’d first arrived. It was now packed; and she hadn’t noticed, having been much too caught up in her coding. “Nope.” She shook her head, gesturing for the other to take the seat. “You’re in luck.”

"Thank you," the brunette exhaled relived, sitting down beside her with a small huff. "I usually always go here to relax and eat some but and I expected there to be fewer people because I thought everyone was in South America - I guess not," she mused, brushing a hand through her hair with a small sigh. "Sorry - didn't mean to interupt your work."

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When Ariel stepped into Dairy's she never expected it to be this full. Hasn't everyone been to Mexico or whatever around this time? She sighed softly before walking towards the one booth that wasn't completely full. "Uh, I was just wondering if this seat was taken?"

Sat at one of the corner booths of Dairy’s, Spencer was nursing a strawberry milkshake and typing away on her laptop. If anyone asked her what she was doing, she’d merely play it off as writing code for a website or something; but the brunette was doing much more than that. That’s why she seemed rather on edge when someone came up to her booth. “Uh… Can I help you?”