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Delilah’s getting fed up with Scout, and that annoyance is evident in her expression, frown distorting her features and eyes narrowed in distaste. “Last I checked you liked it when I touched you, princess,” she drawls, relinquishing her hand from where it had been on Scout’s arm, running her fingers through her tousled mane. “But fine. You don't want me, I’ll be gone.”

“Why the fuck are you tocuhing me? I already said I’m fine. Even if I’m not why are you pushin’ this so hard?” She’s stepping back, holding her arm with a scowl. She’s in one of those moods where she’d bite your head off. For whatever reason it may be, it’s very dangerous.

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“Mmmm, and was that my fault? Because as I recall, you're the one who ended it.”

“Well shit, my type used to be you. But it didn’t work. ”

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The girl’s words cause her to stiffen slightly, suddenly defensive at being caught in a lie —  though how bad of a lie is it really? Sure, she and Scout haven’t fucked, but they’ve gotten close, and that counts for something. “Well, we generally don’t invite more people into the bedroom, but you could watch next time if you want,” she replies with a shrug, lips pulled into a perfect pout. “Now I’ve gotten you a drink, and done more than is actually required of me, are you going to leave me alone? or do I have to deal with your presence for the rest of the night?”

Nova’s eyes widened at the girls rudeness once again, although it didn’t surprise her this time. But what did surprise her was when she mentioned she fucked Scout once and the girl had to hold in a small giggle. “Funny, I’ve never heard Scout mention you, and I’ve never seen you at any parties before.” Nova said with an eyebrow arched at Delilah, the girls seemed sincere in her words but she had never heard any of the band members mention Delilah before. Nova began to wondering if Delilah seemed this stuck up with others or if it was just the hostility between the two.

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“Really? Trying to get guys, are we? I’m surprised, Fox. I didn't think they were your type...,”

“Haven’t you heard? Bags under your eyes is the best way to get guys. It even rhymes, so it must be true.”

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“Sleeping all alone? or did you have someone to keep you company?”

“I think I’ve been asleep for three days straight.”

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She rolls her eyes at the girl’s comment, as if she doesn’t already know Aristotle, as if she needs her ex-friend’s help. “I don’t need your invitation to a part, Nova. I can get invitations all by myself,” she replies curtly, grip on the drink in her hand tightening, eyes flicking away from the girl’s face, as if searching for a more entertaining prospect in the room. “Besides, I already know Aristotle — I fucked their bassist once.” Okay, maybe that’s a lie, but it’s one she’s told plenty of times before, and one that’s commonly thought to be the truth. Besides, does it really matter if she lies to Nova? The answer, of course, is no.

Nova raised an eyebrow as Delilah lite up with excitment at the mention of Aristotle. Nova remembered that Delilah started to love a band as they grew further apart, so she guessed it must have been Aristotle. A smile spread across her face when Nova mentioned her own band, there was a small spark of happiness that Delilah remembered the name of her band. “Yea it’s doing really well. Everyone from Aristotle is great, you could probably come by one time we are all partying together.”

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For a moment Delilah’s lips flicker into a frown, brow creasing in confusion and she drops the girl’s hand. She doesn’t understand Scout’s disinterest, not used to flat replies to her suggestive statements, so she drops the act. Instead of flirting, she chooses to mirror the girl she’s with; put on a new act. “Great, thanks,” she says, hands falling limp in their search for spare change, voice painted flat to match Scout’s. Leaning up and grabbing the sugary dessert that’s handed to them, her eyes finally meet the other’s, “Should we sit somewhere? or do you prefer to walk and eat?”

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“You’ve said that already.” She replies flatly. No, she’s really not having it. Scout hs no exual rive today. She has no interest in fucking in a porta-potty and she wont be flirting with Delilah today. She’s prepared to shut her down multiple times. “I got it.” Scout pulls out some cash from her purse, giving it to the man. “You can pay me back later.” That most certainly has it’s own double meaning. She just says it plainly. Scout knows that another day, when she is going to want to play into this, she will use this to her advantage. Just not today.

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The girl’s words are flat, denoting that for once there isn’t an underlying sexual tension, that Scout may only be looking for a friend. And so she considers dropping the act, considers being just a friend to the brunette; but it feels impossible. But as they walk to the stand she tries, squeezing the girl’s hand and responding with a wink, “I like anything sweet.” A subtle flirtation, a step down from her usual, and probably the best she’ll get. At the stand she orders one funnel cake to be shared, fishing around in her purse for spare change to pay with.

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Truth is, Scout doesn’t want whatever Delilahs’ going to give. Not today. Scout’s in one of those blissfully innocent moods where she doesn’t want to flirt, or make innuendos. She doesn’t want to be that person for today. She almost asks Delilah to try and do the same, but that’s like asking a wolf to not kill the deer. the hand holding is nice, and she accepts it. “Okay, I like funnel cake.” Just having someone around is nice. Even if is Delilah.

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A giggle falls from her lips at his words and she shakes her head, replying, “Oh, I’d never kill you Ollie. I like you too much.” With a smirk still on her lips, she pours them each another shot, clinking her glass with his before downing it, wincing slightly at the sharp taste.

“See, I can’t get away with ordering a Sex on the Beach.” He replied making an exaggerated frown “I’ll keep that in mind.”. “You are gonna be the death of me Delilah, I love it.” Ollie brandished his shot glass forward so she can pour. 

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The words could be a sexual innuendo, and a part of Delilah thinks they are, as she’s always searching for hidden meanings in everything she hears. But the soft smile on Scout’s lips tells her others, tells her that maybe the girl really is just looking for a lunch date. Still her lips twist up into a smirk as she replies, “Well, I can think of a number of ways to satisfy your hunger..., But let’s start with a funnel cake. I’ve always been a fan of sweet things.” She gives the girl a wink after the words leave her lips, gently grabbing the girl’s hand before beginning her walk to the seller.

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She’s like that with everyone when it comes to her journal, though. Even Armie and Ollie. It’s a private place. No meant for anytone else. Delilah not special. She raises an eyebrow at her slip up, and while she’s not stupid, she’s not going to pry, deciding to let it pass. Delilah’s life most certainly is not her business. “Well,” She starts, putting the small journal in her bag and stood up, “I could use some company.” She smiles softly. “Would you like something to eat? I’m kinda hungry.”

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She merely shrugs at the girls words, not willing to show any affection she may feel for her old friend. However at the minion of Aristotle, she can’t help the smile that twists across her lips; her favorite band maybe the only thing that can cause her to act somewhat amicably. “Of fucking course I know who they are! They’re only my favorite band, N,” she exclaims, for a moment forgetting her supposed hostility to the girl, lips spread in a grin. “So, The End’s been doing well then?”

“I’m trying to be polite, you know friendly.” Nova said before taking a swig from the beer, it wasn’t hard to tell that Delilah was still skeptical of Nova but she didn’t really blame her since Nova felt the same way. Nova notices as Delilah mentions she s working, although not saying if she still has the same job Nova knows about or a new one, but she decided not to pry, not yet. “My band meet Aristotle, that’s from here at Warped tour before the summer, and they invited us to come back here with them for the summer. Have you heard of them?” Nova explain.

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She merely nods at the girl’s words, noticing a change in Scout’s tone, the brunette seeming more guarded than usual. And in a rare moment of kindness, Delilah lets it go, not pushing the subject further, merely humming an incoherent response to let the girl know she’d heard her. “Well, I was with a clien — friend,” she's quick to correct herself, mentally cursing herself for her mistake, “but he had places to be,” and a wife to dote upon, “so now I’m just wandering. Though I wouldn’t mind some company...,” She raises a brow after the words settle in the air, lips tilted up into a smirk, wondering if their latest encounter in the bathroom of a Starbucks had a ‘to be continued’ tacked onto the end of it.

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Scout’s still not fully sure if it’s good to see Delilah or not. She’s in a good mood, that’s all she knows, and it’s not worth getting mad about something– or someone. She looks down at her journal and shuts it. Just because she doesn’t like people looking at her stuff. Whether they can read it or make it out doesn’t matter. “A little of both. Whatever makes it into my mind I guess…” That’s how it’s always been. Whatever she thinks, goes down. It’s her dumpster. It’s more important now than ever, since she has to censor her words for once. The things she thinks, and sees, she has to get out in some form. The things she feels have to be put somewhre. “What have you been doing here?” She doesn’t like talking about her mental dumpster.

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A sigh escapes her lips, more annoyed at herself than at him, annoyed that she’d been so candid, allowed her emotions to take control. Taking a last drag of her cigarette, she rolls her eyes at his words, a small smirk playing on her lips. “I’d offer to help, but something tells me I’m not your type,” she responds, looking up at him and meeting his eyes, eyebrow raised, as if daring him to say she’s wrong. 

Garrett looks at her, a bit surprised at her sudden outburst and shrugged, “and? Lennon and I are close, but I don’t get involved in her romantic shit.” He stubbed out his cigarette on the sole of his shoe and flicked it aside as he contemplated another since the day had been a fairly strenuous one. “I wouldn’t be as brooding if I had a good fuck, yeah?” adjusting his place on the hood slightly.

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“Relax, Shiloh. One prank won’t turn you wild. I’m pretty sure that’s an impossible task,” Delilah says with a roll of her eyes, already exhausted by the onslaught of rhetorical questions. “Well, you have to tease him, Shi. Have my escapades taught you nothing? Men want one thing, and boys are no different. Set him up for failure, or better yet, public humiliation via the one thing he can’t control — his cock.”

“Yes! Is that… Is that too immature? Am I losing my sense of responsibility? Am I going to be reckless and wild now?” Her eyes grow wider with every question, the look of worry becoming evident upon her face. “Well, I think so? He’s like ten, so maybe he’s already into girls. What is this way you know?”

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After a late night of entertaining, with a headache pounding in the back of her skull, Delilah is in desperate need of a pick me up. Which has led her to the café on campus, the closest one to her at the moment. She had planned on being in and out, but with her sugary drink in hand she catches sight of a blonde hunched over a notebook and curiosity gets the best of her. Leaning over, she doesn’t realize she’s been noticed until the girl snaps at her, causing her lips to tilt in a smile. “Nothing, blondie. Just admiring. It looks quite pretty.”

The unlit cigarette dangles precariously from her perpetually red lips, her pencil creating long, bold strokes along the open page of her sketchbook. Her brow is pinched, a small crease forming as she tries to get the shading just right; her fingers in a state of constant motion, stilling only when she glances up to see a pair of familiar eyes. She snaps the sketchbook closed, the rush of air ruffling her blonde hair. “What?”