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[color=8882be][h1]Friday night ain't over yet.[/h1][/color]
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Lauren couldn't believe her eyes when the members of Bastille each stopped at the ATM. These big business dudes were quick as cobras when it came to paying off people who did them favors. It wasn't exactly the kind of payday she'd make by selling some white dude a sports car the week before his daughter's sweet sixteen, but hey - this meant she had less to blow within the space of a week or two. Consider not having to pay for her own food or housing, and the paid monster killer gig was a life she could get used to.

Speaking of housing, nothing like being in an amalgamation of all her worst nightmares - a haunted workplace with an all-male hiring quota - to make her long for the simple comforts of BASL's dorm room. So it was Lauren, lugging nearly all of her clothes under one arm, who kicked open the door to their room - and it was Lauren who hit her bed first, throwing a few fifty lien notes into the air and letting them rain down on her with a lewd noise.

[color=8882be]"Hey, Amy! Is this what it feels like when [i]your[/i] shifts are over?"[/color] Lauren sighed contentedly as the rain of bills washed over her again, and seemed for a second to be relaxing after the stressful events of the day...before she sat bolt upright again, scooping up the money in both hands as she did.

[color=8882be]"How should we [i]spend it?[/i]"[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Lauren, I'm not spending anything tonight. We just got home. Save it for the weekend and we'll talk about-"[/color]

[color=8882be]"C'moooooooon! I'm not asking you to go out and [i]party[/i] with it! We can do white people things with our paychecks, too!"[/color] 

In one careless move, Lauren had turned her back to her team and cast off her sports bra, reaching under the bed to grab a clean black v-neck from her suitcase and fling it on. After another couple brief seconds, she straightened herself out and turned to face Ben - wearing a mischievous smile and an extraordinarily thick pair of rectangular glasses. Lauren's voice was husky and staccato, in what looked like her best college try at impersonating a math nerd. 

[color=8882be]"Don't you want to talk about [i]diversifying our portfolios,[/i] Captain?"[/color] she asked, wrinkling her nose and putting on a shit eating grin. "Roth IRAs get me so hot..."

[color=00aeef]"Lauren, whose glasses are those?"[/color] Ben looked uncomfortable.

[color=8882be]"Don't worry about it. We can talk about that after we've discussed this month's gold market."[/color] Lauren pushed the glasses up on her nose and chortled, even throwing in a faint goofy snort for good measure. It was clear that she had never actually seen a math nerd in person, but it didn't seem to be stopping her. "You seem like a well-to-do young man. I wouldn't mind showing you my veblen goods--"

[color=00aeef]"[i]Okay. Okay,[/i]"[/color] Ben said emphatically, trying to be heard over Amy's laughs. [color=00aeef]"We'll party. For a [i]little while.[/i]"[/color]

Lauren's face split into a beam, and she hung the glasses from the neck of her shirt, knowing that her team leader had no choice but to look.

[color=8882be]"Sick nasty! Meetcha at the courtyard in ten, Cap! You're paaaaaayiiiiiiiiing!"[/color] 

Though it seemed like she was going to sprint out without another word, Lauren skidded to a halt at the door and turned to face her other two teammates. Her eyes found Sangue.

[color=8882be]"Sangue...I'd ask you to come, but I don't want my bad habits rubbing off on you and getting you all wasted, sweetie,"[/color] she said. [color=8493ca]"Soooo, Cap and I will be back in no time! You babysit Amy, okay? And I'll bring you back some food - anything you're hungry for!"[/color]