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[right][sub]Interacting with [@Viciousmarrow] (Emily)
Location: Near the auction stage[/sub][/right]
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[color=708090][indent][indent][indent]As Abigail was asked the dumbest series of questions she could remember being asked, she frowned. It seemed her future date was drunk. More accurately, she was trashed. Em was slurring her words to the point where Bee could barely understand her, but luckily that didn’t make her any less cute. [i][color=#f8bdc3]Actually,[/color][/i] Bee reasoned to herself. [i][color=#f8bdc3]It kind of makes her cuter.[/color][/i] The bright red blush on Em’s cheeks was almost as bright as the red hair on her head. She didn’t initially respond to the accusations that Em was spitting, instead taking in the situation. 

It was almost like an anime with the finger jutting in her chest and Emily so close to her face that Bee could see the color of her lips. Was she gonna fall? She seemed a little shaky as she wobbled and waited for Bee to give her the answers she was demanding. Bee almost considered walking away and leaving Em to her own thoughts, just to be dramatic, but she had her wits about her well enough to justify those thoughts as the weed coursing through her bloodstream.

[b][color=#f8bdc3]“Why would I put your name in the thing then spend a bunch of money that isn’t mine to win you? Isn’t that just like… asking you out with extra steps?” [/color][/b]Abigail asked, tilting her head as she looked into Emily’s eyes. [i][color=#f8bdc3]Please. If I had the balls to ask someone out, I wouldn’t have needed to steal my brother’s wallet. I should probably give that back to him… [/color][/i]Bee thought to herself, her lips once again curling into a frown as she caught sight of Bradley walking away from the stage in the corner of her eye. Who had even signed up for [i]him[/i] to go up there? It didn’t seem like the kind of thing that Brad would have done for himself.

[b][color=#f8bdc3]“You didn't put yourself in the auction!? I didn’t bid on you because I hate you! Why would I hate you? You’re cute and funny.” [/color][/b]Both were true, and both were the reasons she’d bid so high. Bee had waited patiently for someone worth her money to walk onto stage, and as soon as Em had she’d been quick to seize the opportunity. [b][color=#f8bdc3]“You’re stressing too much. You should smoke some weed.” [/color][/b]Bee suggested. If she had any extra on her, she would have handed it over then and there, but she only had her pen and the emergency joint tucked away in her purse.

[b][color=#f8bdc3]“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to play music, anyway?” [/color][/b]She asked Emily, finally taking a step away. [b][color=#f8bdc3]“Uh… I need to go find my brother. You gonna be okay, killer? I don’t want you to die before we go out.”[/color][/b][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]