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“I don’t think anyone looks like the type who would on purpose. You could have just forgot to check the label or something.”

“Do I look like I’d eat expired Oreos? No. I just have a smaller appetite I guess.”

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“Maybe I should take you with me next time then. I make all kinds of stupid mistakes when food shopping. It’s one of the worst parts of adulting,” Flynn admitted with a casual roll of his eyes. “Yeah? I don’t keep in contact with my family, so I don’t worry about that one. Ha, I was specifically talking about the casting directors, but everyone is definitely a good answer too. I’m fairly sociable, but most people get under my skin after a while. Why would I take offense? I know I can be annoying as shit,” Flynn acknowledged with a chuckle. “Correct. And I mean, that’s the context it’s most commonly used.” He nodded. When he’d been in high school, he’d had the same problem. Teachers would often nag at him that he was too smart to be so lazy. Truth was, Flynn just couldn’t be fucked to care. “That’ll probably come when you figure out what you like doing. If I was studying film or acting, I’d probably be really into it.” Flynn smirked at the irony of the man majoring in communications. “Didn’t you just say that people are annoying? Why choose a major that’s dependent on communicating with them?”

“Made that mistake once, and I never made it again. I always check the labels now,” Reese said with a laugh. “Really? Well, good to know,” he said with a sigh. “It’s especially more frustrating when your entire family’s got their shit in order and you don’t. To deal with everyone? Like, other actors, or just people in general? Because both can be really annoying. No offense or anything.” He tilted his head at the explanation, slowly nodding his head. “Ah. That sounds familiar now that you say it. Like how people can be referred to as hedonists. Which still sounds more sexual than anything, if you ask me.” Reese listened to the other with interest, honestly relieved that this person was kind of in the same boat as him- while Reese was still going back to school, it didn’t mean he liked it. “I don’t blame you. I suppose I am, that’s what people say, but I wish I had more motivation for it sometimes. Honestly, I have no idea yet. I’m thinking communications, but I haven’t officially declared anything yet.”

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Flynn nodded, a wide grin growing on his face. “Yes, tons of crumbs. Help yourself.” He raised his eyebrows at her in a look of feigned offense. “I’m an only child. My birth order screwed me for life.” He snickered at the offer. “Are you? I just told you I ate a whole container. Are you secretly just trying to sabotage my hot bod?”

—HAILEY.

“Crumbs, huh!?” At his words, Hailey let out a laugh and nudged him softly. “I can see that, you big butt head! You totally now owe me a box of Oreos. I’ll even share them. Since clearly I’m the nice friend.”

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Flynn groaned at the nickname, his mind immediately searching for one he could give her in return. “Bella… Swan, you think it’s Twi-right to do me like that?” He quirked up an eyebrow at her challengingly, a small laugh following it. “Because I���ve had years in my life where nothing especially noteworthy happened? I feel like I could probably get rid of them without much consequence.” Naturally, there was other memories he’d erase, but he wasn’t willing to sacrifice the lightness of the conversation to discuss them. “What if some of those memories affects your ability to enjoy the good moments in the first place? For example, say someone experienced some sort of trauma and developed PTSD as a result. What going through the trauma still be worth it?” It was a pure hypothetical. Sometimes Flynn couldn’t resist. “Only behind your back,” he teased, a grin dressing his lips. His brows knitted together a moment later. “Wait… Did you just combine our names in a cutesy Brangelina way?” He nodded. “I mean, I’d never say no to whiskey. What about you?”

“Yeah, and I got my favorite Flynnstone here with me,” she teased. She was sure he would hate the nickname, but she would enjoy his misery anyway. “Ah, why would you say that about your life though?” she asked curiously. She was wondering if there was something he wasn’t bringing to the surface while the two were talking. “I mean everyone makes mistakes and things happen to people. It would be boring if we had a perfect life. We wouldn’t be able to enjoy the good moments if we never had the shitty ones,” she admitted, but she should have taken her own advice. “Are you going to call me an idiot if I join HGTV because then Flella will no long be a thing.” She nodded. “I guess, but hard liquor does the job quicker, you know?”

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Flynn nodded his head slowly, furrowing his brows. “I think that there’s a common understanding between us that I didn’t mean to walk in on you. So, why is the giant log still wedged up your ass?”

Cora was intensely reminded of Beau, but she still wasn’t quite sure how to react. “Well, that’s just fantastic,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “But if you’ll excuse me… I don’t generally stick around after someone sees more of me than they should.” 

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Flynn grinned. “Exactly! You’d be swarmed with ass if you’d had just played your cards a little better. Still not too late to call them up though,” he pointed out with a smirk. “Oops? Now you’re just doing it on purpose,” Flynn accused, wetting his lips.

“I wasn’t trying to impress the Guinness Book but you know, if I was trying to show off to them rather than her then just maybe she would have been later,” he laughed, “I would’ve had all the ladies comin’ at me.” Devin nipped at his lip, raising a brow, “Oh really? Perks of not having a gag reflex, oops.”

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“Well, sweet. You’ll have to let me know how I can support. What’re they gonna do with the pictures? Pssh. You too, dick. Didn’t you just say you did the same thing twice this month?”

“Thanks, dude. It’s a local brand but I’m doing a early fall line right now. So you know, a little of both. They want shit that will actually sell but because it’s Vegas it still has to be flashy. Ha, alright. Best of luck, though. Maybe lay off the oreos in the mean time, yeah?”

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“Not at all. Regardless of how much you eat, you shouldn’t hate yourself. Unless you eat yourself onto that ‘My 600-lb Life’ show. That’s a little debatable.”

“And you don’t feel sick at all? That’s really impressive. I can’t eat four without hating myself for it.”

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Flynn hadn’t moved away when Jonny tested his footing, so the subsequent clutch could have been infinitely worse. Still, Flynn was in somewhat of a daze, already having convinced himself that his friend had just taken a spill and that they’d be back at catching Pokemon in a second. Stumbling back a few steps, Flynn caught himself and franticly reached out to Jonny. “Fuck, ok. What do we do then? Do I need to like, piggyback you out of here or something?”

His ankle felt like it had been torn off, even if it was still attached. With eyes watering he grabbed Flynn’s hand to get up and pulled his foot out of the gopher hole he managed to step into. When the blond attempted to put weight down on his foot he yelped in obvious pain and gripped onto his friend so he wouldn’t go tumbling again. “Fuck, fuck,” he breathed out. “I…I don’t think I can walk out of here, man.” 

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“The golden rule is probably the closest we’ll come to a consensus, and even then, there’s still people who don’t care enough to do the bare minimum when it comes to that. When it comes down to it though, everyone’s out for themselves first. So, does it really make someone else a better person when at our rawest we’re all the same?” Flynn shrugged, a content expression resting on his face. This was the type of conversation he could spend hours on end debating. “I hate it. There’s something inherently degrading about serving people, especially shitty people.” He rolled his eyes, straightening his posture slightly at the mention of video game design. “Yeah? You make any games yet?” he questioned, genuinely curious. “Kinda sounds like you’re setting up the infamous ‘Netflix and chill’ scenario,” Flynn acknowledged with a smirk that only deepened at the other male’s wink. “I’m not the biggest cuddler, but I guess I can make an exception. Just don’t touch my feet or anything.” He eyed the other’s fist for a moment before smirking and giving in to the bump.

Asante always had a conflict with religion and it’s fallacies, so this discussion intrigued him. “I agree. That’s why I find many nuances with the concept of a soul. Morality is completely subjective as our moral compasses are always facing different directions.” He grinned hearing the shocking comparison between the two. “Really? Same. The coffee part, at least. I can’t act but I can definitely make a killer third person shooter, and that job pays pretty well. Don’t worry though. If all goes well and I, as expected, come out on top, you can just chill at my place and order some pizza and wings. Sound better?” He held fist out so Flynn can agree and bump it. “I’m not a fancy restaurant type of dude either. Cuddling, Netflix and dominoes are enough.” The male teased and winked.

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“Bingo! Why think about the real world problems when you can think about problems that you make problems yourself?” Flynn narrowed his eyes at her, a trace of a smile still lingering on his lips. “Guess that’s my charitable contribution for the month, making other people feel better about themselves by listening to me. Wait… does that make reality tv stars charitable?” Flynn nodded at the examples. “All worse alternatives. You could argue that I’m heading towards that last one with my rate of Oreo consumption though.”

“So basically it’s more fun to bitch about things that aren’t important, right? Not that you eating a whole container of Oreos isn’t just absolutely tragic, because that might be the saddest thing I’ve heard all day.” Surina’s words were laced with amusement and it was clear in her expression that she was merely teasing. “Okay– how about losing a job? Going bankrupt? Becoming so addicted to something that you feel like you can’t function without it? All of those are terrible ways to lose control. I would take eating a container of Oreos over those any day.” 

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Flynn frowned thoughtfully, nodding his head. “Yeah, soul is basically a synonym for conscience and morality. I think some religions think it’s a little more complicated than that though. For example, don’t Christians believe that all humans have a soul? Well, sociopaths exist and live without a conscience. Does that make them soulless? They’re still humans,” Flynn shrugged. He found that most mainstream religions contradicted themselves too often for his liking. “I mean, no shame in getting excited over something that makes you happy,” he assured the other, smirking at the subtle self-consciousness. “I’ll accept these terms, but I can’t promise anything too fancy if you miraculously win. I’m an actor who serves coffee on the side. It doesn’t pay the best.”

“Ha, killer. What a good pun.” Asante brought his hand to his lips to hide his snicker. “This probably sounds way to philosophical, but a soul is a social construct. It’s just a way for society to control what we find moral or immoral, thus subjecting us to mental servitude. So nah, I just dig games, brah. Psh, I doubt I looked that happy anyways.” The curly-haired geek pressed a finger against his chin and hummed in wonderment. “With food in mind though, I say that the loser takes the winner out to dinner, desert included. What do you say?” 

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“I must have gotten the original. I knew there wasn’t enough fucking cream,” Flynn complained, letting out a low groan. “Twenty-four, and it hasn’t gotten any easier yet.” Secretly, he doubted it ever would. Regardless of his circumstances, Flynn sometimes felt like he was pushing towards a giant nothing. “Well, thanks. I’ll need it just to deal with everyone.” Flynn chuckled lightly at the question. “No, but a sex kink could fall into it. Hedonism just basically just a big blanket term for things that makes you feel good. So like, sex, intoxication, good food. Shit like that.” He nodded. “I’d offer advice, but I dipped out on college entirely. It’s a long, annoying story, but in short, it was a mistake. You’re probably making a good move going back. What are you studying?”

“Oh, I’m thinking of the double stuffed ones, then. So that makes sense. But that’s what I’m saying.” He nodded in understanding, scoffing lightly. “For sure. I mean, I’m only twenty, but at this rate I doubt I’ll ever have my life together.” He rolled his eyes slightly, deciding not to go on any further; as much as he hated to admit it, thinking about life in general really freaked him out. “Oh, are you an actor? That’s neat, good luck on the audition. What’s hedonism again? That sounds like some sex kink,” he said, somewhat confused. “Me? I’m starting school again after having dropped out for a little bit, and I’m kind of dreading it. I hated it, but I think I just need to do it and get it over with.”

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“Then plan for that. I mean, it sounds like you have a good support system. Utilize them,” Flynn encouraged, ignoring the slight pang of jealousy he felt at the woman’s positive relationship with her parents. It was a sore subject to say the least. “Eh, I wouldn’t go that far. There’s a few years of my life that I could erase without much consequence, I think. Or at least I think so. If time travel was ever a think and I somehow managed it, watch me fuck my life up over something minuscule as fuck.” Flynn nodded slightly. “If those idiots on HGTV can do it, why can’t you?” He shrugged. “It’s a way to get a buzz without fucking up tomorrow. Researching the process of how it’s made and its origin gives you a greater appreciation for it too.”

She never imagined the difficulty each year would bring upon her, but here she was, feeling sorry for herself. She never used to, not before she had to say goodbye to Isaac. He was her better half. She knew she had to move on, he would want her to, but it didn’t feel right. “I guess you’re right. Most of my family have since moved out of Las Vegas, but yeah, it would be nice to just be with my parents again. It’s been a while,” she mentioned. Despite being close to her parents before, their relationship became strained when Isabella was grieving. They wanted to be there for her, but she pushed him away. “Well then every year is definitely special,” she responded. “That’s true. I guess I could do reality television and act like I’m the best interior designer the world has ever seen,” she laughed. “I’m not really into beer. I don’t understand the love people have for it.

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“If eating a whole container of Oreos is you losing all control over your life, I’d kill to be in your shoes right now. Not literally because I don’t feel like being on the other side of the interrogation table, but I can think of worse ways to lose control.” 

“Not the most worrying thing in the world I’ll admit, but it’s more fun to bitch about that than starving children or some shit along those lines,” Flynn replied indifferently. “Feel free to throw out some ideas.” 

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“I was stoned when I finally beat it and I swear I almost spontaneously combusted,” Flynn recalled with a light chuckle. That ending really was a killer. “Someone who doesn’t have a soul wouldn’t look that fucking excited over a video game. Wouldn’t being void of a soul mean being void of enjoying simple pleasures? And my vote’s definitely on food. Always food.” He raised his eyebrows slightly as he observed the other’s expression. He really was a cheerful motherfucker. “Request away.”

“I fucking love Bioshock, bro!” Asante shouted, getting a bit loud before shielding his excitement a bit. “I’ll bet anything. Money, food, my nonexistent soul, you got it.” He spoke, cheeks dimpling as his eyes wrinkled. “Fuck with me all you want, doesn’t guarantee you’ll win. Now, what do I get if I win? I kinda have a special request.” 

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“Cramp? Are you sure they weren’t expired or something? Because your Oreo game is seriously weak.”

“Dude – that’s pretty good though. I cramp after eating ten Oreos. It’s a serious achievement.”