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Imogen crossed her arms over her chest as she glared down Fletcher. He really knew how to be a pain in her ass, but for some reason she seemed to enjoy their banter. Maybe it was because he was the one person who could keep up with her, joking or not, it didn’t matter. “You’re disgusting.” She scoffed as she watched his hand slide through his mop. “Come on Fletch, let me take you over to the dunk tank. I know its technically closed but I can just pour a few gallons of shampoo in there, that might fix some of the damage.”

And this was when he cracked his first smile. “What? I thought it was just adorable!” Maybe it was the bad nickname, or a lack of mouthwash on her part – but Imogen really was salty, today. Pressing a hand against his heart, he let out a half-hearted sound of despair. “Come for me where it hurts, why don’t you.” Moving that same hand to run through the aforementioned greasy hair, he gave yet another shrug. “I dunno, a few years, maybe?”

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Imogen smiled brightly at the girls words “Perfect!” She stated, instantly beginning to walk toward the direction of the parks exit. “Oh my god, my new years was insane.” Imogen boasted, the excitement from the night showing as her voice reached an even higher pitch than usual. “I ended up jumping around to like three different house parties — at least all I remember were three.” It wasn’t unusual for Imogen to boast about her social life, it was something she was proud of and the smirk on her face proved it. “How about yours? I don’t remember seeing you out.” 

“Oh yes, caffeine is such a necessity right now,” Kyung-Mi laughed, flipping over the ‘out to lunch’ sign on the booth. She had passed up on any sort of breakfast this morning and was starving. Walking around the booth, she shot the other girl an impish look, “I didn’t get a chance to ask, how was your new years?” Knowing Imogen, she probably got up to a bunch of shenanigans, and Kyung-Mi pretty much lived through her friend when she wasn’t allowed out by her parents. Honestly, she needed to move out. 

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Imogen shrugged, laughing along with the girl. “Oh well!” She added smirking mischievously at her suggestion. “Lunch? Now? I’m so down, lets go to that new cafe down the road. I heard they have pretty decent food, plus I need to inject caffeine into my veins if I even have a chance at making it through the park reset.” 

Kyung-Mi gaped, “Imogen! You can’t just do that.” She laughed after the words escaped her mouth though, as it was actually a very Imogen thing to do. “Well at least we can hide out together then,” she smiled, shooting her a wink. She was tempted to just blow the whole day off, as she’d been feeling pretty shitty since this morning, but instead, she patted the last stuffed toy on the head and checked her phone. “Actually, it’s almost time for lunch, let’s go grab something? I’ve got to get out of here.”

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“Ew!” Imogen practically screamed, her face turning sour at the sound of the nickname ‘Moge’ - it was disgusting. “Don’t fucking call me that, it sounds like a name fit for a fat third grader.” She groaned, rolling her eyes to further convey the disgust that was forced upon her. “Wow. That’s wishful thinking, but I also forgot to mention that I’m part of the percent who sees you for what you really are, a tiny greasy ball. Honestly, when was the last time you washed your hair?”

He raised an eyebrow, giving a lazy shrug. “I could be a grandma one day, ‘Moge. Don’t be so close-minded.” He wasn’t planning on becoming a grandma, though — wasn’t exactly his dream life path. The sarcasm in her voice is more than obvious, but he’s rolling with it either way. “Fuck, I know, right? Why else would you keep callin’ me over to your booth like this?”

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Imogen was picking up a quick dinner after her shift at one of her favorite local joints. The lines were always ridiculously long, but it was worth it for fresh fried zucchini fries. As Imogen waited idly for her order she was scrolling through her twitter feed, catching up on all of the local drama before her attention was pulled away by a familiar voice. “Hey!” She exclaimed, her face lighting up with a warm smile as it met with Hunter’s. “Didn’t expect to see you here either, but I don’t blame you. The food is unreal.”

Hunter stood at the cash register, quickly paying their bill for their food before they took their number, stepped back, and waited. They crossed their arms over their chest, growing bored as the seconds passed until turning to their right and spotting a familiar face. “Oh, shit. Hey. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

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As Imogen listened to Brooke’s ramblings all she could do was smile and nod. Smile and nod. “Yeah..” She trailed off, contemplating whether to shut her down or rile her up. “That’s an amazing idea! I mean, imagine how many STDs that would save people from getting. You’re a legit genius. Go on girly, snatch that noble prize.” 

“sometimes i think the whole scarlet letter thing wasn’t so off. i mean, like, there should be a scarlet letter for when you’re sick, so everyone knows to keep their distance. should i be writing this down? this is a seriously great idea.”

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All Imogen could do was laugh at Penny’s response, she always loved how rilled up she became about the simplest things. “Calm down, drama queen. You’re about to snatch my crown.” She joked, continuing to flash a beaming smile. “The only thing Jeff cares about is who calls him ‘The Big Man’, he wouldn’t give a shit. Plus, there’s nothing wrong with a little trouble Pen.” 

The thought made Penny a bit nervous, but she’d grown used to Imogen’s shenanigans. “Well… you don’t think Jeff would care? I mean… what if– what if he were to walk by and see an empty booth or something? You wouldn’t want to get in trouble, you know?”

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Imogen playfully rolled her eyes at his words, shaking her head as if she were modest. “Oh god, don’t get ahead of yourself.” She stated rather bluntly as her eyes locked back down onto his. “I said maybe. Cause a giant teddy bear is hard to beat. Even for you.”

The last thing he had expected upon his miserable & tragic failure was his money back, and an invite over to Imogen’s place. He swiped the dollar off the counter, stuffing it back into the depths of his jeans pocket, before leaning forward to rest his elbows on the booth. For once, he had to look up to meet her eyes, and he flashed her his most pleased grin. “You really think it’ll be better than a big teddy bear?”

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Imogen’s face instantly turned sour at his assumption “Um excuse you, that is not a load of bullshit. I wouldn’t lie to you, or feed you bullshit when you feed me nothing but yummy snacks!” Her words perked up as she laid her eyes on the sandwich, instantly accepting it and taking a decently sized bite. “Does your parents put all of this together for you, or do you do it yourself?” The questioned was laced with a sarcastic tone but she was genuinely curious, the sandwich was pretty great. 

Johnny nodded as Imogen spoke, not particularly surprised at her answer. However, hearing the girl say his lunch was ‘the best’ , he couldn’t help rolling his eyes. “That sounds like a load of bullshit,” he said, a chuckle following his words. He pulled out the sandwich, already pre-cut for this very situation, and grabbed a half. “But, I’ll take that compliment.” He took a bite of the sandwich, glancing to Imogen with a faint grin.

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“Right, cause I’m sure you’ll get genuine answers that way. You’re probably better off with the vitamin C. Asking questions would just leave you disappointed.” 

“ew. i’ll just…ask if they’re sick before kissing them! or have a lot of vitamin c. or probably both, actually.”

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“Good.” Imogen spat, smirking at the sight of his pout. She always felt a sense of achievement when she managed to get under Hugo’s skin. “I hope you’re not lying to me, cause I’d be super disappointed, but I’ll take your word for it.” 

“I take offense to that.” Hugo shot her a small pout before quickly shaking his head - he would never just hand out his pretzels like that. “Of course not! I was just hungry. You know you’re the only girl who gets pretzels from me.”

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Imogen shrugged, a sly smirk resting upon her lips. “What can I say? It’s what I do best.” She giggled. “Oh, balloon darts. That’s rough, hopefully some kid doesn’t mistake your head for a balloon. I honestly don’t even know, I forgot to check so I’ve just kind of been wandering. It sure is a hell of a lot better than being stuffed up behind one of those booths.” 

“Oh god, that’s something I never needed to imagine,” she said cringing and added sarcastically, “Thanks, Im. I’ll probably never be able to look him in the eye again.” Kyung-Mi waved her hand in front of her face as if to ward off the thought completely. “I think I’m at the balloon darts today,” she said, pulling a face, the balloon darts were notoriously boring. “What about you?”

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☠: my muse’s biggest fear

one of imogen’s biggest fears is being widely disliked because she thrives on the positive attention she receives from others. 

☹: something that makes my muse upset

not having someone to buy her alcohol

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✺ ✗ ✆ ✉

✺: something my muse loves and never gets tired of

her family, partying, and hook ups

✗: something my muse hates or gets angry about

imogen is extremely possessive, and loves to be the center of attention so if she ever feels like someone is stepping in her spot light, or trying to “take what is hers” she gets extremely annoyed.

✆: the last person my muse called and what it was about

OUTGOING CALL: Mom - "Why isn’t dad answering his text messages????” 

✉: the last person my muse texted and what the text said

OUTGOING TEXT: Penny - *photo message of random “hot” guest* “wishing you were at work xo”

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☂☆✎✆

☂: my muse’s favorite season or time of year

hands down summer, she loves when it’s hot outside 

☆: what my muse would be famous for if they were famous

probably a model, but not even a legit one- an instagram model who makes their life look luxurious with filtered themes and facetune. 

✎: what my muse’s best subject in school is/was

imogen was overall an average student, but due to her hard time memorizing dates and vocabulary, she managed to excel in math 

✆: the last person my muse called and what it was about

OUTOING CALL: Jeff - “Um, Hey Jeff, it’s me, Imogen. I was just calling to let you know that I won’t be able to make it in for my shift today *fake cough* I’m sick.” 

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☮: when my muse feels the most at ease

oddly enough when she’s at a party, belligerently drunk, and surrounded by all of the people she loves