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HA DO YEONG eating his salad (& her ass up with that response)

THE GLORY - EPISODE 11

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truth be told, calliope was the worst at picking up on when someone didn't want to talk to her ... she could talk for hours before someone cut her off, especially about something she was passionate about ... especially when it came to cars. it was one of her weaker flaws, but it was what made calliope ... well, calliope. " oh ! all good things, i hope ! " she hums, body angling more towards them. " are you here to watch anyone in particular ? i'm not ... i, uh, grew up working in a mechanics shop so cars are something i like 'nd watching people race is fun ! my dad would always take us to the baton rouge racetrack ! i think he worked on cars that raced there ? not too sure though ... " the brunette rambled, probably giving away far too much information. " i also really like concession food ? there's just something about it that is just so good ! " she laughs, taking a sip out of her drink.

      the only thing better than yves' handiwork was their facial memory. it was a tool, one far better than any specialized wrench or drill, as she could spot anyone on her self-proclaimed shit list from a mile away. most of the faces that sat within the collection were, of course, the unpleasant clientele, but a special, more visceral place was reserved for the nariza bois crew and all who associated with them. some arbitrary thing like crew loyalty was a serious deal, a delicate balance that somehow boosted moral — that competitive spike that gave them all ( mechanics included ) that extra push to do better. be better.       calliope's face was unforgettable, but not for that reason alone. warm brown eyes and a winning smile are their achilles heels ; they were envious, confused, but mostly flustered — which did, in fact, make them more angry. " mhm. " the only offered response to her words, marked by a stiffened jaw and a shift to their position, now leaning against a nearby pole to ground them. " i know. i've heard of ya'. " she knew that engaging wasn't the best idea, but god, how could she not ? yves would just resort to her usual : silent and stare.

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" punched is a little dramatic, don't ya think ? " calliope questions with a laugh, her arms crossing over her chest as the breeze pricked at her skin - where was her jacket, anyway ? calliope can't help it as her mouth falls open in shock at yves' reaction, eyes narrowing at her. " listen ! i know some people here think i'm all sunshine and rainbows, but i grew up in a work shop, i've been around men my entire life ! you learn, i don't need anyone walking over me, okay !? " the defenseive tone to her words came out stronger than she intended calliope taking a deep breath to try and calm herself down - maybe it was the alcohol ? sure, she was going to blame it on that. " i know this isn't what we were talking about but ... have you seen my jacket ? can't really miss it, has my nickname on it ... " she tries to switch the subject, feeling bad for snapping at yves - or at least, her version of snapping. " no one tells you it gets fucking cold in miami when the sun goes down . "

      the blatant disregard of the unfamiliar face, one that yves didn't bother to examine as is, seemed to not go unnoticed. the stranger simply took it in their stride, turning on their heel and, what she assumed, went to go find another willing party to lend a careful, very patient ear.       " 'sup. " they casually greeted back — they weren't a monster, but they did have a pension for pulling someone into a full-fledged conversation without any heed or notice. " nah, i'm good. don't worry 'bout me. i'm just waitin' to see if someone's getting punched tonight or whatever. " a shrug, as they weren't fully aware of the gravity of public fights - it was never something they had to worry about firsthand. yves' blase demeanor was quickly shattered, though, with a spluttering laugh that had their hand smacked over her mouth within a matter of seconds. " suuuuuure. " she drew out, words accessorized with a slow nod and a grin. " you could sure show 'em, huh, tiger ? " the wink that followed was the cherry on top.

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" you dont wanna know, " calliope giggles, popping another fry into her mouth. " they were definitely worth the wait, though ... i got lucky cuz this dude got pissed that he was waiting so long so him 'nd his buddies all left the line which cleared up a bunch of space ! " if you asked, calliope would say she had been having a relatively lucky night ... things just seemed to be going her way, and it's been more fun than she'd like to admit. " are you having fun !? i havent seen you all night so i'm assuming there must've been something that caught your eye ? " she questions, nudging julie with her elbow.

          face  instantly  lights  up  at  the  sight  of  calliope,  even  more  as  julie  sees  the  carne  asada  fries  she's  holding  out.   “   you  know  i  trust  your  words  more  than  anyone  else  and  if  you  said  they  are  heaven  on  earth,  then  they  are  heaven  on  earth  for  sure,   ”   she  chuckles.  julie  has  seen  the  long  line  at  the  foodtruck  earlier,  which  further  explains  that  they  are  just  that  good,  but  she  probably  wouldn't  buy  it  until  calliope  said  so.   “   how  long  did  you  wait  in  line  for  these  fries  though  ?   ”

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grey knew he was inevetibley going to recieve shit from his fellow crew members about the exchange he was having with dallas, but in a genuine matter, he couldn't give two shits. he was having fun, wasn't that the point of these races anyway ? what were they fighting for ? bragging rights ? maybe if you had asked him a year ago, the answer would've been different but ... there was something about dallas that kept drawing him back, even if this was technically the second time they had spoke. " mmm, " grey nods at the dramatics, " maybe i'll just keep that to myself, for your ego ... " he can't help but narrow his eyes at the innuendo, scoffing. " oh i know all about you plaiyng dirty ... but maybe you could spread that wisdom upon you friends, shit gets irritating. " the brunette grumbles, a hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck as they appear at th bar. listing off his order, grey leaves enough space for dallas to order whatever he wanted, almost laughing at the irony of the situtation the two had found themselves in. " you know, if someone told me i'd be walking into a bar with the dude who i fell onto in a bar ... i'd think you'd be lying. " maybe he's only saying this outloud because of the alcohol he's consumed, but he runs a hand down his face. " shits crazy. "

      he's at odds, toeing the line between opting for keeping the other at arm's length, only offering pleasantries and minimal conversation, versus what he really wants. rivalries aside, greyson would be someone dallas feels like he could trust, someone whose company he would enjoy past a simple one night stand. at least from the way they spoke, lost in conversation even amongst the noise of a busy bar, it would be a loss to let the potential of friendship slip through his fingers. a bit of a healthy competition couldn't hurt, though. " mhm. unless you're telling me that you talk to everyone like that, 'n i'm just not special ... then, ouch. " a feigned pout, lip jutting out for that added drama.       " you know i'm a fan of playing dirty. just not with drivin' though —— call me a rebel. jus' not a fan of fuckin' with other people, but i don't stop the rest of 'em. not my business. " he led with a straight face, but couldn't help the laughter that spilled through at the innuendo. " well, if you're buying ... i can't say no. "

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embarassment flamed on greyson's cheeks, especially when he took in the sight of who he had almost taken down with him - he was pretty. " holy shit, i'm so sorry ? " his mouth hung open, before his hands came up to shield his face. " i'm fine, are you okay ? almost took you down with me because i can't fuckin walk ? " the words come out rushed, eyebrows knitted together. he didn't even work out before this. sure, he was surfing for a few hours but ... his legs felt fine. why did his body have to betray him by not working, especially in front of somebody who looked like that ? " let me buy your round ? oh my god i'm so embarassed i- " shutting himself up grey finally sits down, muttering something about how he didn't fall that time. " i probably sound like a broken record, or something, but i'm so sorry ... promise i know how to walk. " he grimaces at the end of the attempted joke, he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

      nice day, no pending projects or reports, more importantly : no race to worry about, dallas was basically a free agent at this point. his mind wasn't bound to the anxieties of - well, everything. an enormous weight lifted off his shoulders, he was virtually gliding across the water during his morning surf, with waves that seemed to cooperate. he could only pocket it, see the successes that were already flowing in as a good omen for what's to come. with his wetsuit neatly stashed in his trunk, he quickly grew hungry, that specific type of pest that could only be satiated with buffalo wings, a margarita, and a view to match. hell, he was already here, so why not ?       getting seated was simple, quick, with the man already making his way to the bar in a matter of seconds. the goofy grin and a pep in his step were markers of his burgeoning pleasantries before ——— OOF. " oh fuck, i'm so sorry, man ! you okay ? shit. probably should've looked where i was going, dude, my bad. " well, the streak had to end somewhere, and this wasn't nearly the worst possible outcome. his hand lingered on the other's shoulder for a bit, brows knitted in concern as he analyzed them, more so assuring himself that they're a-okay. " you good ? it was my bad. don't even worry. didn't drop anything, did you ? "

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greyson smiles at bella, waving his arms up in almost an it's me ! gesture, laughing as she slams her trunk shut. his eyes roll at the nick name, the smile still etched on his face. " oh you know it ... i've worked harder than i'd like to admit on making sure my cars perfect for tonight. " grey scratches the back of his neck, lightly chewing on the inside of his cheek. " how about you, blondie ? having fun ..? enjoting yoursef ? "

" IS THAT . . . — " the brunette popped her head up from the trunk , already throwing her custom jacket over her shoulders . an excited grin etched on her face as she slammed the trunk close ; a squeal of greyson's alias . " — my FOXY-KINS ?! " or . . . at least her version of it . " how are you ? ready to leave these hoes in the dust tonight or what ? "

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tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, grey can't help the laugh ( giggle ? ) that he lets out at dallas' quip back. " you wanna call that flirting ? " an eyebrow quirks. " i really shouldn't have tried so hard last time ... " he lets his sentence quiet down towards the end, acting like it had to be kept a secret that the two had slept together. " nah, we're never down members ... not what i hear about you guys, though ? i guess that's what happens when you play dirty. " grey's shoulders rise into a shrug, letting out a bored sigh. his beer was empty, much to his dismay, " another round, on me, as a sign of good faith, or whatever ? " grey began walking away before dallas could respond, swinging the empty beer bottle between his fingers as he continued to put distance between the two.

      feeling more sheepish than ever, dallas couldn't possibly be made to choose which was worse : the possibly ick-inducing drunken gags he was easily influenced to throw at the other and all of his best mates, or the embarrassment, the sheer lack of dignity that comes with not being able to own up to what he just did. he could only respond with a shift in his position, cheeks partially reddened due to the beating florida sun, though anyone would be able to guess that the reasons all rested in the one who stood before him now. another swig of his beer was motioned as a potential distraction, hoping that the momentary gesture would at least conceal the flush at its worst.       " oh, is this what you're all doing now ? " the residual boldness still remained, apparently, as it was a miracle he didn't absolutely fumble his words. " flirting as a form of recruitment, huh ? didn't know you were down a member. "

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event 001 | 4 julie ( @luckydrifts )

the wait for the carne asada fries had been worth it. the line to the foodtruck was longer than hell, but holy shit were these the best fries she had ever had. the fries were the perfect crispiness, the cheese, guac, crema, and pico de gallo were just the perfect pairing ... to say calliope was pretty much in heaven would have been an understatement. " julie, " she calls out to the first person she saw that she knew. " i need you to try these, they are heaven on earth and i cannot lie, you know this ! " calliope muses, not even once stopping to think that maybe it was the alcohol she had consumed that has the food tasting oh so good.

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calliope was laughing, her stomach beginning to hurt from the jokes the man opposite her were saying. she was nursing her drink, trying to remind herself that she needed to pace herself ... and maybe drink some water, and eat some food ... but that was the least of her worries, she had begun to focus on how she was getting cold, which how does that happen when they're in miami of all places ..? calliope recognized who was walking up to her before they even spoke, a smile gracing her lips as she seemingly forgot about the male who had been chatting her ear off for the past 15 minutes. " hi ! " her bubbly greeting was soon met with a pout, arms crossing over her chest. " wait, who was talking shit ? " it was a genuine question, eyes looking past yves, her head moving to try and get a better look. " i really am sorry if they said anything to you ! i don't know why no one seems to know how to be civil. i don't want the party to get ... rolled ? " admitedly, she had no idea what that word meant in this context. " if you need me to talk to people, i will ! socuts honor, or whatever ! " eyes on them, calliope reaches out and grabs their arm. " i can be intimidating, i promise ! "

for : @ctrlerrcr / calliope !

      it was naive of them to think that calliope wouldn't be here. miami's biggest block party and calliope, miss sunshine and rainbows herself, wouldn't attend ? c'mon. if it got them to retreat from the safety of their solitude, then surely the city's most congenial would be a shoe-in. even more-so, yves' ignorance lay in her over-estimation of their abilities to stay put and not approach them with a one off, haphazard quip. it wasn't an excuse to talk to her, no. not at all. " heard some your boys talkin' shit. keep 'em in check or there might be a fight tonight. it'd be a shame if such a fun party got rolled. "

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grey had opted for beer tonight, not usually a fan for malt beverages but he was feeling adventerous. what was the saying liquor before beer, never been sicker ..? or was it the other way around ..? who cares ! his lips were turned up into a permanent smirk, cockiness radiating off of him. grey knew how to get under peoples skin, in fact, it was something that he would say he was really good at it, and it was just proven from the looks of disgust written across the opposing crews faces. the smirk all but falters as he finds the brunette, an all to familliar feeling of dread forming in the pit of his stomach. " you gotta be fucking kidding me ... " the words grumbled out, half expecting to see ashton kutcher popping out from a corner somewhere. of course, that didn't happen. " don't take it back now ... " grey seamlessly recovers, eyes looking dallas up and down, shamelessly checking him out. " you'd look better in cyan and white, dallas ... the magenta washes you out. " the smirk turns into a grin, taking a drink from the bottle. " just sayin. "

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      dallas, in this very moment, was full-on debating on going religious — if his pleas and prayers were real, that is, and divine intervention somehow poofed him away from this exact situation. he was tipsy enough for it to not fully shatter his dignity, with drunken antics expressed through earlier crew-on-crew trash talk that he finally joined in for once. only, mid-way through, he met eyes with a certain familiar face, one he's only seen sun-kissed and, well, under the shade of his dim bedroom lighting. " well, fuck — hi, i guess. sorry. i — ... didn't mean that shit. what i said earlier today. "

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event 001 | 4 bella ( @nyytro )

greyson had succesfully moved himself away from the crowd of people that were admitedly getting to rowdy. grey understood talking shit - hell, he loved talking shit - but it had gotten to a point where it was more than just shit talking ... people were just straight throwing shots and that's not something the male could get behind. migrating to his car, he recognized the mercedes, looking for the brunette that usually came with the car. " blondie, " he holds out the last syllable, head tilting to the side " you here ..? "

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event #001 | 4 lucia \ @nyytro

" i just don't understand all the shit talking ... " a pout forms on calliope's face, the alcohol definitely starting to take an effect - she's a slut for vodka redbulls ! " why can't we be friends, why can't we be freinds ... " she hums to the tune of the song, hand reaching out to the car the duo were by in an attempt to steady herself. " but ! you are my favorite driver, promise ! " calliope giggles, smiling at lucia.

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@ track-one \ 4 yves ( @wreckonism )

there was something oddly comforting about watching people that weren't apart of either of the crews race. calliope would find herself at track-one more than she'd like to admit, the atmosphere almost bringing her back to when she'd go to nascar races with her parents when she was just a kid. her eyes tracked the cars, watching as they made laps and seemingly mechanically-analyzing the things that were also going wrong with the cars. watching these races ( you know, the sanctioned ones ) also made calliope a better mechanic, at least that's what she told herself. " that cars breaks are going out, " the comment is said outloud as she starts to chew on her bottom lip. " he's not slowing down enough on the curves, at least, i think he's not ... maybe i'm going crazy though ! " she looks over, curious about whose ear she had been talking off. " my names calliope, by the way ! i think we've met though ? you seem familliar ... "

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a beachside bar, approx. 2 weeks ago ? \ 4 dallas ( @wreckonism )

hair still slightly damp, grey could feel the beginnings of a sunburn forming on his cheeks. he's aware he should be more ... proactive ... about applying his sunscreen when he's been surfing, but he liked to tan, and in his mind, sometimes getting a measly sunburn was all he needed to get that foundation going, yanno ? attempting to sit down at the bar was apparently a bad idea, the male almost instantly missing his seat and nearly landing on his ass, the only thing saving him being the strangers arm he had managed to grab onto as he was falling. " i am so sorry - " face twisted in a grimace, grey immedately stood up, wiping his hands on his pants. " are you okay ? that's so fucking embarrassing, i'm so sorry .... " he begins to ramble eyes on the male he had almost taken down with him.

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outdoor lounge of 12wlve \ 4 roxie ( @8rror )

" what are you doing here ? " grey questions the mechanic, his head tilting to the side in a manor that almost mimics a dog. the ice of his drink was starting to make the glass unbearably cold, making his lips turn into a pout - he didn't do good with cold, okay ? " with how much you talk about that damn guitar, i thought you'd have found yourself at a beach bonfire, playing wonderall or something. " eyes scan them up and down, still with his head tilted to the side. the words and the look werent meant as a dig or even a look of judgment ... but grey was on his 4th paloma ( with a double ! ) and god knows how many shots deep ( he loves a good pregame ), so his filter had been long torn to shreds.