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kal-anderson:

She gave him an incredulous look, wondering why she’d bothered to ask. “Do you get off listening to your own voice?” she asked, finding it more than a little irritating that he’d answered his own question. “I did say if it was something important,” Kal continued, rolling her eyes and returning her attention back to her papers. She could continue this conversation without expending too much mental energy. “Someone you know huh? Do they usually fall for that line?”

Beau snorted. He hadn’t meant to offend or annoy, but he supposed he had that natural effect on people at times. Still, her irritation only seemed to intrigue him more, his head churning as he tried to place where he knew the other from. Or if he even did at all. “Ah, shit, no--I know what it is...You’re in Student Gov, right? I felt like your pretty face got me through Tuesday mornings.”  

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kal-anderson:

Kal’s head finally shot up in annoyance, and while her first instinct was to glare daggers into the person in front of her, she reminded herself that this particular situation had been partially her fault. “Look,” she began. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I stopped paying attention, so if whatever you were going on about for the past second or so was important, you’re going to have to explain it again.”

“I was just saying that you’ve got real...mesmerizing eyes,” Beau commented slyly, eyeing the woman for a beat before he spoke again. “And that you look like someone I used to know, I think. A srat girl. Are you in one of the sororities?” Almost immediately after he’d finished speaking, he started up once more, answering his own question. “Nah, you couldn’t be. You’re definitely not a Freshman and if you were in a srat, I’d know you.” 

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hunter-zaccadelli:

As Hunter finished his shift at Baker’s Delight, he grabbed the handouts stating the artists that would be playing that night at one of the many local bars, his name was obviously included. It was certainly a benefit to be friends with the bartenders who’d get him a spot without him having to pay much for it. Rick had allowed him to display the handouts at the desk and as Hunter made his way out out of the shop, he handed one of them to the person in front of him. “Great show tonight, you won’t wanna miss it.” He said.

Beau turned to the voice that had prompted him, a flyer shoved in his hand that wasn’t already occupied by the box full of bear claws and other assorted pastries he was intending to take to High Tides. To Lydia, specifically. Letting his gaze flicker down to the flyer for a second, he brought his attention back to the other man. “Indie rock shit, or what?” 

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rubysmile:

Sitting up straighter she leans on her hands. Brows knitting slightly she looks at him. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Pushing her hand through her hair she looks away briefly as she stands. Slowly making her way over to the table. “So… do you do this often? Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good move. ” Leaning against the table she looks at him. “Swooping in when someone’s weak.”

The girl honestly was a little annoyed at herself that she’d never thought of doing something similar. “I might steal it from you. Thanks by the way. But I’m a lot more than pretty.”

The quick switch from damsel to the silver tongued fox she’d immediately turned into was enough to quirk the corners of Beau’s lips upwards, a brow lifting in time with the change in his expression. No longer did he feel like he was trying to draw her in. This was repartee. And he loved repartee. 

“I’d say you are,” He commented in return. “And if you’re talking about me trying to pick up distressed girls in the library...nah, I don’t. Just you, apparently.” 

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armstrcngr:

“Maybe… But only it the team’s serious. I don’t do losing.” More often than not, Buckley stayed away from anything that requires teamwork, and he usually chose to do his college assignments alone because he’s the last person you’d want to handhold you. Mostly because if you expect him to handhold you, he’s likely to hold your hand… down into a garbage disposal unit. “Is that an invite?”

“I’m on some pretty competitive teams,” Beau answered in response to the other’s own comments. The younger boy seemed pretty entitled, but Beau had only met a handful of people in Southern California that weren’t. Besides, cocky assholes typically made for good jocks. “Name’s Beau. Ryker. I’m the president up at Lambda Chi. You should come by the frat house some time and talk to me about joining some sports and our frat and shit.” 

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A note from your Secret Santa: 

“Sorry, I wasn’t sure what to get you? But it said you liked food so I figured that a food basket would be safe. But uh, I found a Bengals poster so there’s that too? Happy Christmas!”

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georgie-mayes:

A single eyebrow rose at his response. Her first instinct was to hit him but her training said to let him earn it in the eyes of the law first. Without bothering to look at him, Georgie shook her head, “No, it wasn’t. You can leave now.” 

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Beau commented with a flashy grin. “Catch you and your ride on the flip side.” 

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armstrcngr:

“I don’t really play anything at the moment. Just joined them to get the blood pumping.” Truth be told, Buckley could’ve goten into the school by getting a sports scholarship, but A) he wanted to be credited by his own brain, not how far or how fast he could run or swim, and B) he didn’t fit the criteria for applying to scholarships anyway. “Whatever. I play rugby and do some swimming. Why the question?” Two-time sub-17 swimming champ wasn’t just ‘some swimming’, but being from Texas and bragging about that seemed like an idiot move.

“Just wondering, buddy.” Beau shot back with leveled indifference. He might’ve assumed that the kid wasn’t in any sports--he didn’t really seem like a team player. In fairness, neither was Beau himself, but he put on a rather convincing charade of sportsmanship for his athletic activities. “Ever think of joining Lacrosse or anything? Football? Getting knocked around is healthy.” 

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rubysmile:

Slowly nodding at him Audrey’s eyes wander around the room. Sightly grateful that if the boy had heard anything he was choosing to ignore it. She wasn’t in the mood to answer a barrage of the usual questions people would fire off at her. Sitting up straighter she looks back to him and shakes her head allowing a laugh to escape. It was better to pretend that it didn’t bother her that someone possibly heard what happened, than admit it did. 

“An extremely awkward exchange.” Drumming her fingers on the table she looks at the male an amused smile settling on her face. “Something like that.” Making a face she stops drumming her fingers. “The image of that, is rather amusing. But I think I’ll have to pass.” 

Beau held up his hands in a classic display of if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t pry. He’d never been the type of guy to pry, anyhow. Not unless it’d benefit him in some way or another. He just...didn’t care about the people around him. Beau lived by one philosophy, after all--it was the world against him and him against the world. 

“Still, the offer stands. I’m always down to deliver a well deserved beating to whatever scumbag thinks he can treat a pretty girl like you like shit.” 

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No Mistletoe || Lydia

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Taking Lydia out of town for their first date was the smartest move Beau could have made. No outside influence from her friends (or his, frankly), no one to ask her why she was going out with him or tell her that she was making a mistake. Beau wasn’t known for a handful of committed relationships, but a string of hookups that run up and down Greek Row and all over campus. And yet, Lydia had still agreed to go out with him. Her hopeful ignorance and bubbly behavior were tolerable around her physical appearance and the fact that she was...well, goddamn loaded. For the time being, however, he wouldn’t let her pay for a thing. His pennies scraped together from his job at the theater and a knack for thrifty spending passed off as an indifference for materials and flair, dinner in Los Angeles had been Beau’s treat and at his suggestion, Lydia had agreed to join him at the Winter festival as well. Something casual. Something else to set roots. 

He hadn’t been all that surprised to see the stout little farm animal on a cute little leash when he’d walked over from the Lambda house to High Tides to pick the girl up. Lydia was...quirky. The kind of quirky that owned a Junior Baconator as a pet. 

He’d seen the festivities all around as he walked through campus, and it was no different when they hit the sidewalk in front of her apartment complex again. Christmas music was literally in the air and his disdain for the holiday season aside, he was pleased it seemed Lydia was eating up his charm. So far. 

“Where would you like to go first, little lady? The day is yours. And Barbie’s.” 

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vance--b:

With a raised brow she watched his following actions as he briefly waved at the blonde bombshell, addressing his thanks then swiftly slid the glass of scotch in her direction. In fairness he did what she’d asked– so she wasn’t going to go into it any further. Instead she grinned to herself, a little smug as she wrapped her fingers around the glass, lifting it to her lips to down the amber liquid in one. With a lick of her lips she placed the glass back down with an amused expression on her face. “Guess that worked in my favour.” 

“Don’t be coy,” he started with the most amused of snorts, shaking his head slightly as he did so. Finally, he turned his attention to the brunette at his side, his eyes rolling over her quickly before he continued with another response. “That was your plan all along, was it not?” 

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thaliadelarenta:

“What is this?” 

“My number?” Beau returned, as if she’d asked the stupidest thing on the planet. “Use it, sweetheart. Don’t question it.” 

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armstrcngr:

“Right now the score is Buckley five, everyone else? Zero. Feel free to take notes!” Some people would say it’s bad sportmanship to go all in on practice. Then again, these people are usually the losers and need to be put back in their place.

“Don’t get a big fucking head, kid.” Beau shot back, coming to a slow stop from the jog he’d been in around the track. There was nothing he hated more than an overly cocky underclassmen. Especially when it came to kids playing on par with what constituted JV sports. “What do you play?” 

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beauryker:

An amused grin played on Lilian’s face in response to Beau’s brazen remark. She wasn’t the type to get offended easily, and she appreciated the man’s flirty nature that was much like her own. “A true gentleman knows that ladies come first. The offer is intriguing, but we’ll have to see.” Lilian paused for a while, blatantly avoiding Beau’s question just to tease him. “Lilian Lennox, but you can call me Tonight.” Lili giggled at her own cliche joke, studying Beau’s face for a reaction.

Beau listened with intrigue as the woman offered her name first, following her words with humor laced ones to match the sort of quip he’d just spit at her. “Tonight, huh?” He grinned wickedly, his eyes rolling over her full form once more before he continued. “You a sorority girl? Where can I find you when tonight rolls around?” 

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rubysmile:

With the roll of her eyes Audrey looks up from her phone. Glancing over to the person that had been sitting in the room. She clears her throat slightly biting down on her lip. Quickly looking down at the book she’d long since abandoned. Staring at the title until the words seemed to meld together she shakes her head. Of course there was another person here. Audrey wouldn’t have cared if she’d gotten a surprise call from her mother if she was alone. But the fact that she realized another person had been sitting in the room with her, made everything different. It made it so much worse. The words that her mother always seemed to shout when she spoke over the phone. Audrey was certain the other person heard it all. Tapping the book she sighs shaking her head again. “How… How much of that did you hear?” Looking at them her brows narrow. She wasn’t sure how many more calls she’d be able to take of her mother letting her know she’d let her family down.

Almost all of it, Beau mused, but he wouldn’t say so aloud. He didn’t like the messiness of other people’s drama, but he knew best to strike when people were vulnerable if he was looking to get what he wanted. Looking at the pretty, young (who he presumed to be) freshman, he’d decided he wanted her long before he heard the unfortunate one-sided conversation she’d been having with who he assumed to be her mother, if not another member of her family. 

“Of what, sweetheart?” he countered, lifting a brow to in effort to show her that he truly hadn’t heard a word of the sad exchange. “You having boyfriend problems or something? Need someone to kick a little ass?” 

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