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girl with a gun

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📲 ↳ minseo & abel.

ABEL: hey min :)

ABEL: hehe your favorite? i'm touched! but i'm doing alright, just got home from a little time with my sister, it was good to see her

ABEL: of course, where are you??

MINNIE : can't not butter you up before i ask you for a favor. how's your sister ?

MINNIE : i'm at a dive bar literally called dive bar

MINNIE : have u heard of it

MINNIE : im eating fries

MINNIE : im also wasted

MINNIE : i compelled them to give me free drinks shhhhh

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@bloodworn

Animal Kingdom + Libertad (3.09)

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closed for @minsec​

“i wonder if you think that if we avoid all possible problems then eventually they will go away, right?” he asks eating the popcorn from the bag as he strolls next to her on the sidewalk. ���sometimes i hope that he lighthouse goes under water y’know. i’m sure in the next decade or so, it will.” he says popping another piece of popcorn in his mouth before offering the bag over to minnie. “want some?” 

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        "  𝐌𝐘  𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  is  to  stop  considering  things  problems.  like,  if  it's  not  a  problem,  you  don't  need  to  worry  about  dealing  with  it  or  not  dealing  with  it.  and  if  it's  really  a  problem,  then  you'll  be  forced  to  deal  with  it,  and  then  you  do  and  everything  is  fine.  "  it  sounded  insane  now  that  she  said  it  out  loud,  but  her  philosophy  had  kept  her  (  barely  )  afloat  until  now.  she  takes  up  the  offer  of  popcorn,  grabbing  a  fistful  and  popping  some  into  her  mouth.  "  what  lighthouse?  i've  lost  the  thread,  kuro.  are  you  speaking  metaphorically.  "

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📲 ↳ minseo & abel.

MINNIE : heyyyyy :) ♡

MINNIE : how's my fav vampy vamp ♡♡♡♡♡

MINNIE : ♡ can u order me an uber ♡

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          𝐹𝐿𝐴𝑆𝐻𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾  :  𝑊𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅  ,  𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟽

@fin-o​

      𝐀𝐒  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐎  romanticize  new  york  winters,  there's  always  something  about  the  frigid  air  that  dulls  her  spirits  .  she's  thankful  now  at  least  that  the  elements  have  little  effect  on  her  ,  still  something  she's  getting  used  to.  it  does  mean  she  can  wear  skirts  all  year  round  without  trying  to  squeeze  thermal  tights  into  the  mix,  so  even  if  it  gets  her  a  couple  stares,  she  struts  confidently  down  the  icy,  dark  streets  of  new  york  clad  in  hot  pink  go go  boots  and  her  favorite  mini.  as  much  as  she  should  loathe  her  new  condition,  she  finds  she  rarely  does .  vampirism  suits  her  better  than  one  could  imagine.  

it’s  not  exactly  hunting  attire,  but  in  a  city  so  populated  and  with  a  girl  as  reckless  as  she,  it  wasn't  hard  to  find  an  evening  snack.  she  spots  him  on  a  street  corner,  clearly  drunk,  a  cigarette  hanging  out  of  the  side  of  his  mouth.  she  almost  considers  walking  by  him  until  she  can  feel  him  watching  her,  gaze  clearly  stuck  to  her  bare  thighs.  she  can  practically  mouth  the  words  he  calls  out  as  he  says  them  -  there  was  something  so irritatingly  predictable  about  drunk,  obnoxious  men.  and  if  anyone  was  asking  for  it,  it  was  him.

when  he  tells  her  to  smile,  she  does.  

ten  minutes  later,  she's  wiping  blood  off  the  toe  of  her  boot.  "  always  inconvenient,  even  like  this.  "  she  murmurs,  half-amused,  half-irritated  to  the  crumpled  body  on  the  cold  ground  by her feet.  he'll  live,  probably,  which  is  her  gracious  deed  of  the  day.  when  straightens,  she  flattens  her  skirt  and  runs  her  tongue  over  her  teeth  for  good  measure.  it's  always  a  strange  feeling  after  feeding  -  another  thing  she's  getting  used  to  -  but  it's  satisfying.  she'll  take  it.  a  feeling  like  that  is  rare  and  fleeting  for  her.  but  like  clockwork,  the  harsh  feeling  of  eyes  on  her  again  is  enough  to  draw  her  out  of  it. 

she  spins  on  her  heel,  irked  since  she  hadn't  planned  on  dealing  with  witnesses.  rosamie  had  warned  minnie  that  she's  too  conspicuous.  minnie  told  her  that's  exactly  the  point.  she  normally  loves  an  audience,  but  she  hadn't  been  trying  to  attract  one  tonight.  "  if  you're  looking  to  rob  me,  you'd  be  out  of  luck.  "  she  laughs,  a  skip  in  her  step  as  she  moves  closer  to  the  silhouette  that’s  appeared,   obscured  by  the  lack  of  street  lighting.  she's  been  hooked  on  plenty  of  things  in  her  life,  but  this  feeling,  the  one  of  fearlessness,  is  the  most  addicting  thing  she's  encountered  yet.  as  soon  as  that  thought  enters  her  brain,  though,  it  evaporates.

"  finley.  "  she'd  thought  about  seeing  him  again  about  a  hundred  times,  and  not  once  like  this.  in  a  city  as  big  as  new  york,  what  were  the  odds  he'd  stumble  upon  her  now?  right  now?  of  all  fucking  moments?  it's  not  fear,  but  a  sense  of  nervousness  that  washes  over  her.  pure  unease.  how  would  she  explain  this  one?  good  to  see  you  again  since  you  dumped  me,  i've  recently  turned  to  murder ?  if  her  palms  could  sweat,  they  would  be  now.

 "  you  know,  i  can  explain  -  "  her  mouth  starts  to  move  while  her  mind  starts  to  run.  she's  good  at  this,  she  was  even  when  she  was  human.  getting  out  of  trouble.  white  lies.  thinking  on  the  spot.  she's  nearly  ready  to  launch  into  a  fully  improvised  explanation  when  she  finally  registers  the  expression  on  his  face,  seeing  finally  that  it's  not  one  of  fear.  definitely  not  one  she'd  expect  from  her  ex  watching  her  nearly  kill  a  man  in  an  alley  in  the  middle  of  the  night.  suspicion  flares  in  her,  and  she  finds  herself  on  uneven  footing,  suddenly  unsure  which  angle  she  now  needs  to  play.  if  she  didn't  soften  from  looking  at  him,  she  might  be  more  convincingly  furious  when  she  spits  at  him.  "  what  are  you  doing  here?  "

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↳    𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘  / 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑶 𝑲𝑨𝑵𝑮  !

       “  𝑖𝑓  𝑖  𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑  𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡  𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦  𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐𝘩  𝑖𝑛  𝑛𝑒𝑤  𝑦𝑜𝑟𝑘  𝑤𝑎𝑠  𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡  𝑚𝑒  ,  𝑖'𝑑  𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟  𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒  𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒  .  ”

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        "  𝐈𝐓  𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒.  "  she  replies  plainly  with  a  shrug  of  her  shoulders,  spoon  swirling  the  yogurt  cup  she's  holding  in  her  hand.  "  i  mean  like,  no  offense,  but  who  wants  to  miss  a  party?  the  birds  were  the  best  part.  after  all...  what's  a  party  without  a  little  drama?  there  just  has  to  be  something  to  debrief  about  the  next  day,  or  it's  hardly  worth  the  time  and  effort.  "  she  takes  a  bite  of  it,  pouting  that  she's  already  finished  the  strawberries.  "  judging  by  the  sheer  numbers,  chances  are  someone  at  the  party  definitely  got  hit  by  a  dead  bird.  you'll  come  to  the  next  one,  right?  "

location: downtown manhattan status: open @duskstart​

“i don’t know — “ she shrugged, a bad habit her mother would have scolded her for, “i don’t think missing the party makes me boring, i just couldn’t make it and maybe that’s for the better, seeing how it ended.” she glanced at her companion “didn’t someone get hit in the head by one? i swear i heard that rumor already.”

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“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓? that one hurt – i’m gonna need at least two extra shots to recover.” of course, he’s joking, infinitely more amused than wounded. he appreciates minnie’s banter - her willingness and ability to give it as good as she gets. even when they’re talking about something as intimate ( in its own way ) as sex, it’s in a way that’s uniquely them. “what can i say – i like it when you stroke my ego. – matter of fact, say it again.” he’s cheeky, leaning into her with a shiteating grin she must be used to by now. with the bar so busy, it’s hard to keep a lot of distance and santos has no qualms about flinging an arm around her shoulder as they wait for their shots, snorting loudly at her question. “oh, absolutely the second - might even give us the spooky version of the nobel peace prize for our, uh, efforts.”

           "  𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄?  𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄  𝐖𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  you  don't  have  feelings.  "  it  was  an  interesting  dynamic  to  say  the  least,  both  of  them  too  temperamental  for  their  own  good  .  one  sour  comment  that  struck  a  nerve  and  they'd  tumble  straight  into  an  argument,  but  for  now,  minnie  presses  and  pushes  with  a  smile  on  her  mouth  like  she  always  does.  "  don't  get  greedy.  you  know  i  don't  like  giving  you  what  you  want.  "  minnie  welcomes  the  warmth  of  another  person  with  ease.  she's  always  been  a  particularly  touchy  person  -  maybe  because  some  part  of  her  always  felt  more  fragmented  when  she  wasn't  grounded  by  being  perceived  or  touched.  "  nobel  peace  prize?  the  only  thing  i'd  be  getting  from  sleeping  with  you  is  a  plan  b  and  a  trip  to  the  clinic.  "  she  bites  her  lip,  drunken  mouth  too  eager  to  push  his  buttons  but  thankfully  saved  by  the  appearance  of  tequila.  "  i've  already  scoped  out  the  rest  of  the  people  here  tonight,  "  she  lifts  the  small  glass  in  a  cheers  before  downing  it,  wiping  her  mouth  with  the  back  of  her  hand  messily.  "  glad  to  know  i  can  fuck  with  you  all  i  want  and  i'm  still  the  best  option  in  the  room.  "

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dont ignore me ?? i despise being ignored ?? i mean im ignoring like 8 ppl right now but still ???

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Eliza would take the rip over the absolute mess the dress was now. Wishing the woman would’ve just kept her mouth shut let the dark haired girl go about her day. She let out a stilted laugh that was laced with annoyance. “Right because ripping the dress further is what helping looks like. Silly me, how could I forget that.” Sarcasm dripping off every word. If an apology was expected, a pleasant to not let her walk around like this, it wasn’t coming. Eliza had too much pride and could hold a grudge. “Trust me I will.”

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         𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐋𝐘,  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐎  𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒.  "  it  was,  actually.  i  could've  fixed  it.  "  like  a  dog  with  a  bone,  minseo  just  had  to  continue  on.  she  knows  the  woman  in  front  of  her  is  bent  on  being  bitter  anyway,  that  arguing  her  was  likely  useless.  but  why  not  speak  her  mind,  too?  "  i  wouldn't  expect  someone  who  is  wearing  such  an  ugly  fucking  dress  to  begin  with  to  understand,  anyway.  poorly  dressed  with  a  nasty  personality.  that's  the  last  time  i  do  charity.  "

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“i always feel like i want to drink,” he admits. nearly 5 years sober and the feeling still nagged in the back of his head. he wonders if it will ever go away (probably not). sometimes he still popped into AA meetings, but he’s happy to not have to rely on those anymore. he takes a sip of his drink and shrugs, easing away from their previous conversation, “dont worry about it. anyways, i’m sure you’ve been enjoying your night.” he eyes her now empty flute, “can i get you another?” even if he didnt partake anymore, their was a warm familiarity to bringing minnie another drink. for years that had been their norm. he briefly wonders if it’s fucked up to be bringing her more drinks even though he’s sober, but dismisses that thought because, well, she’s a vampire. 

        "  𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘.  𝐈  𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒.  "  she  muses,  as  though  she  doesn't  suffer  from  the  same  problem  tenfold.  for  her  it  was  always  a  wave  too  high  to  tackle,  and  so  she  never  did.  her  fingers  clutch  the  stem  of  the  glass  in  her  hand  a  little  tighter.  "  i  moreso  meant  do  you  want  to  drink  enough  right  now  that  it's  cause  for  concern.  "  if  it  were,  she  wasn't  sure  what  help  she'd  be  in  her  current  state.  but  she  did  know  what  it  was  like  to  wave  her  hands  in  the  air  and  go  ignored  -  the  amount  of  times  she'd  been  a  wreck,  openly,  and  people  had  viewed  it  as  comedic.  a  good  time.  not  once  did  anyone  ask  if  she  was  alright,  and  so  she'd  stopped  expecting  them  to.  but  that  wasn't  her  style,  not  with  people  she  cared  about.  "  trust  me,  if  worrying  about  you  was  a  controllable  trait  of  mine,  i  wouldn't  do  it  at  all.  "  it's  backhanded  but  tender  enough  that  minnie  has  to  roll  her  eyes  to  offset  it.  "  you  can  if  you  want.  it's  a  shame  they  make  champagne  flutes  so  tiny  and  my  tolerance  is  so  high.  "

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𝐈𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄’𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, it doesn’t show as abel turns fluidly in the direction she’s pointing. there are enough people in the way to make it hard to pinpoint what she’s looking at, but the confusion’s gone as soon as she continues speaking. he knows her passion for clothing well; in some ways, it’s what drew him to her that first night, bleeding into her already explosive personality to create an aura that’s hard to miss. and even as that passion manifests in a couple dozen curse words for him and his fellow ‘elite’, it’s endearing.

in fact, he’s just snickering, taking another sip of champagne as his eyes continue over the room. he doesn’t know nearly as much about fashion, but it’s not hard to see what she means —- the crowd around them is a flat sea of black, each look as standard as the last. it makes people who’ve just gone for a different color stand out, let alone a more unique style. of course, abel’s sympathetic — his longline blazer is all black save for a blood red accent on the inside. 

almost too predictable, given his species.

“we probably deserve it, but hey - no one said money equals style.” draining the rest of his glass as well, abel follows minnie to the bar, offering a grateful smile as the tequila shots arrive. “let me do you one better,” he teases, reaching for his glass and lifting it towards her. “cheers - to how good you look tonight.” he means it of course, with or without her asking. after all the intimacy between them, there’s no point in being embarrassed about admitting what she already knows.

in a smooth motion, he downs the shot, grimacing some at the taste —- no amount of supernatural powers can make tequila taste good. once the glass is set aside, he orders the two of them another drink, this time mixed. it’s busy enough to take some time, so he settles in, leaning against the bar to get comfortable. “i’m not planning to,” he muses, expression a bit pensive as he watches her. “but i feel like they get me with ‘urgent’ work all the time these days. forever doesn’t even feel long enough for it all.”

      𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋  is  that  they  always  humoured  her.  if  he's  uninterested  -  as  if  he  ever  could  be  -  she'd  never  know.  in  some  ways,  minnie  is  a  firecracker.  full  of  unpredictability.  but  her  needs  were  simple.  she'd  been  forced  to  make  herself  less  shiny  too  long.  to  be  quiet,  seen  and  not  heard,  to  listen  and  not  be  listened  to.  it  was  something  else  to  speak  to  someone  who  hung  on  every  word.  so  she  talked  with  ease,  with  no  need  to  unfurl  any  feelings  of  shame  balled  in  her  stomach.  it  always  appeared  natural  for  minseo  regardless,  she  was  no  longer  in  the  business  of  making  herself  smaller  to  be  less  of  a  burden,  but  abel's  company  always  came  with  a  lack  of  resistance.  perhaps  another  reason  why  she'd  cared  about  them  enough  to  save  them.

"  tell  me  about  it.  wealth  is  wasted  on  some  people.  "  it's  almost  wistful.  minseo  veers  on  materialistic  -  she  loves  glamour,  luxury,  the  works.  but  in  an  appreciative  way,  one  where  her  fingers  could  run  over  a  skilled  stitch  and  she'd  feel  a  buzz  of  electricity.  impressing  others  was  a  natural  talent,  one  she  already  accomplished  on  a  budget,  no  money  necessary. the  things  she'd  do,  though,  to  have  that  level  of  access  to  the  things  and  places  she'd  admired  her  whole  life...  it  was  an  embittering  thing  to  think  about.  

 she's  pulled  out  of  her  own  surly  thoughts  by  her  two  of  her  favorite  things:  the  appearance  of  tequila  and  a  compliment.  "  to  me.  "  there's  a  satisfied  smile  on  her  mouth,  like  a  kid  who  has  just  received  the  cookie  they'd  been  begging  for  all  day.  the  tequila  doesn't  burn  and  she  doesn't  blink,  instead  rubs  abel's  arm  when  he  grimaces.

"  you're  the  boss.  tell  them  to  figure  it  out  if  it's  urgent,  is  that  not  what  you  pay  them  for?  "  minseo  rolls  her  eyes,  reaching  to  dab  at  the  corners  of  her  lips  carefully  with  a  cocktail  napkin.  "  give  me  your  phone.  "  she  tilts  her  head,  palm  outstretched.  she  almost  looks  teasing,  but  there's  an  edge  of  protectiveness  in  her  gaze.  "  let  people  work  out  their  own  problems  for  a  minute.  what's  the  point  in  owning  a  company  if  you  can't  get  drunk  with  a  pretty  girl  for  the  night,  anyway  ?  "

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“ IT TAKES A MINIMUM OF TEN THOUSAND YEARS TO CREATE A FOSSIL, ”   he informs her, lightly enough to show that he doesn’t actually care if he’s being compared to something prehistoric. most if not all of what comes out of minnie’s mouth is more funny than anything. her telling him to shake his ass, for example, has him laughing.   “ i’m going to have to pass on that one, thank you. i’ll admit i do prefer a good waltz, but i’ll spare you. i’m sure you don’t have much experience with it. ”   the smile he flashes her has his eyes sparkling, teasing her. 

         𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐅𝐀𝐙𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐑,  instead  she  waves  it  off  .  "  oh,  potato  potahtoooeee.  close  enough  !  "  she  laughs.  it's  still  interesting  to  think  she  could  live  that  long,  but  she  often  avoids  lingering  on  it.  making  it  past  age  28  was  shocking  enough.  "  are  you  saying  i  can't  waltz,  lallement?  "  she  narrows  her  eyes  in  mock  offense.  "  you  forget  i've  attended  this  gala  and  many  other  stuffy  events  with  prehistoric  aged  vampires  such  as  yourself.  "  she  points  out,  nearly  bumping  people  out  of  their  way  to  make  room  on  the  dance  floor.  "  and  i'm  a  quick  study."  a  wink.  "  shall  we?  "

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I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997)

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he can spot her in a crowd faster than he would ever like to admit. to say he hadn’t noticed her earlier in the night would have been a lie, but he wasn’t going to make the first move. he knew she would eventually. 

finley swipes a hand over his mouth to push away the smile thats threatening to break free. typical minseo to swoop in while he’s entertaining someone else - he gets hit with a feeling of toxic nostalgia and it’s not entirely unpleasant (he wants it to be). as the previous conversation partner takes the hint, he tactfully does not answer any of minnie’s questions. he does take the drink, however, watching it for a moment. almost immediately he wishes it was alcoholic and voices that sentiment - “wish it wasnt.” old habits die hard. he offers a smile, finally, and holds his drink in her direction, “here’s to sitting and drinking.” 

          𝐀𝐒  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍  indifference  or  annoyance,  all  his  behavior  indicates  otherwise.  and  maybe  minnie  finds  it  satisfying.  sue  her  for  indulging  when  she  knows  someone  can't  say  no  -  call  it  toxic,  call  it  self-destructive,  but  minnie  wasn't  good  at  letting  things  die.  this  was  no  exception.  still,  as  much  as  she  enjoyed  the  games,  finley  was  more  than  a  boy  at  a  bar  she  tortured  on  random  weekends  when  she  was  bored  and  had  little  to  do.  which  means  as  much  as  she  hates  herself  for  it,  her  eyes  narrow  just  slightly  in  concern.  "  to  sitting  and  drinking.  "  she  lifts  her  glass  before  downing  her  champagne,  though  she  circles  back  immediately.  a  dog  with  a  bone,  as  always.  "  is  that  how  you're  feeling?  like  you  want  to  drink?  "  almost  comically,  she  hiccups  from  the  bubbly.  "  i  thought  you  weren't  into  that  anymore.  you  know  you  don't  need  this  shit.  "