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Lauren looked over to Ben incredulously for a second, as if gauging whether or not he was serious. Something about her team captain's attitude must have tipped her off, because her grin returned in short order, accompanied by a fierce pride. Bastille's resident con girl whooped loudly and cracked her knuckles in one stretching motion.

[color=8882be]"That's the spirit, Cap!"[/color] she exclaimed. [color=8882be]"I and I be two of soul! I mean, I knew that from the jump, but goddamn, every now and then [i]you just jog my memory and it's like unnnnnf.[/i] Let's go to [i]fuckin'[/i] Junior's!"[/color]

She was really living the dream here. Cap could whine and complain about her temperament, her noise level, and the definition of consent all he wanted; Lauren knew the truth, though, and the truth was that her team captain was [i]endlessly[/i] devoted to her. Even if Lauren needed to square up on some butch dyke who thought that the carjacker was just a pretty face, and even [i]if[/i] she couldn't handle it, Cap would be there with two ye olde gats and 300% Aura. She knew he would.

It had been a really long time since she'd had a best friend. Especially one who would grab her ass. 

[color=8882be][i](Pervy Ben Lloyd, whose bishie mind is completely in the gutter, whines about having his ass grabbed - but does it to win fights! Grimy![/i])[/color]

[color=8882be]"So what do you normally drink, anyway, Cap? I mean, you came from like, some dusty shithole cornfield, right? They weren't exactly popping bottles every Thursday or anything, yeah?"[/color]