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[color=slategray][sub]Featuring: [color=e2e520][b]Scott “Comes Through With the Clutch” Lyon[/b][/color]
Location: The boat
Interacting with: As usual, [color=ba314c][b]Katie[/b][/color] [color=e2e520][b]“I Swear I Don’t Want to Bang Her”[/b][/color] [color=ba314c][b]Callaghan[/b][/color] is mentioned[/sub][/color]
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[indent]Scott was pissed. He was furious, he was enraged. Katie had this effect on him, she had basically since the day they’d met. He honestly didn’t think it’d ever stop, they fought every day and every class and it always ended with him in a bad mood. And now he was in one, again! He had found an empty hallway, and he was having a moment, freaking out in the direction of the camera, knowing that Brian was probably watching it.

[color=e2e520][b]“We’ll get together, have a few laughs! It’s gonna be a party, bro! Nah, fuck it, ya don’t need no alcohol. What, Katie? PFFFTTTT, she’s not gonna ruin your whole fuckin’ night in less than ten goddamn minutes. Ya, just verbally spar, duder, you know, dude. Fuck it! Let the whole world see you and her try to run through each other. Yea, bro, I’ll owe you one. You’re really gonna come through with the clutch for me here, ya know, dude? Just with the clutch! Scott Lyon, he always COMES THROUGH WITH THE CLUTCH. Best player in the goddamn game. Who can get everyone to look at him and that bitch who threw chess pieces at him? Scott, duh. Who can stir up a little drama at the expense of his own damn night? Scott motherfuckin’ Sebastian Lyon. WOOO! Friendship!”[/b][/color]

Scott paused to look at one of the cameras. [color=e2e520][b]“I know you see me, dude, I know you hear my ass out here bitchin’ up a goddamn storm because of this bitch, so eat this, fucker.”[/b][/color] Scott held up his middle finger at the camera, sneering. [color=e2e520][b]“I hate her so goddamn much that stupid blonde bimbo bitch, can’t do nothin’ fun without her RUINING IT. And I can’t even use a shot of jack — actually a bottle since she drives me so up the wall — to ease the pain because you MADE ME PROMISE NOT TO.”[/b][/color]

He was shouting at a security camera now, and he had half a mind to go let himself into the bridge and give Brian a piece of his mind. Scott went to take his hat off, so he could run his hand through his hair. How he normally chills himself out… only to realize that it wasn’t on his head. This reignited the flame of his rage, and Scott snapped, [color=e2e520][b]“I THREW MY HAT AT HER!”[/b][/color] He was naked, he was exposed, he was [i]without his hat[/i]. He probably looked like he was acting a goddamn fool too.

[color=e2e520][b]“FUCK!”[/b][/color]

Scott kicked the wall, and then his face contorted into the pain of instant regret. That hurt, that actually hurt. [color=e2e520][b]“I blame Katie,”[/b][/color] he snapped, before stomping back down the hallway, headed toward anywhere but this godforsaken area. Away from the camera, and hopefully away from Katie. If he never saw Katie again [i]it would be too soon.[/i]

It was days like this, experiences like this, and people like her that made him wish that his parents had just kept him in Australia. At least there he would have never ran into an aesthetically pleasing woman that he could stare at for longer than any person should stare at another, right up [i]until she opened her mouth.[/i] It was grating, like nails on a chalkboard. And it wasn’t that her voice was shitty to listen to, it was more like the [i]words she said[/i] were shitty to listen to.

She went out of her way, he felt, to blend and devise sentences usings words he was quite fond of to do nothing but upset him. She was ruthless, cunning, and even tactical in the way she made him hate her. In fact, just thinking about it made Scott feel a certain way. [color=e2e520][b]“Goddamn, what is wrong with me?”[/b][/color] He asked no one in particular. Was he into screaming matches? No, he hated them. He was into screaming matches with Katie.

Scott chose to ignore this thought, and instead focused on something else. He was very, very hungry. He found his way to the food table, and looked it with a hunger rising in his stomach. Yes, eating this would cleanse all the thoughts he was having about Katie. He would be able to comfortably reset his evening, and go about the rest of his night happily.

Scott loaded a huge, turkey dinner size plate with food. He covered it with sweets. Scott had a sweet tooth, and a lot of things here would help him scratch that itch. He put a piece of cheesecake (strawberry), a chunk of Oreo mud cake, a chunk of peanut butter pie, several cake pops, then he balanced that plate on one hand, and grabbed a bowl, scooping ice cream into it from the selection that was spread out from them. He took two scoops of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream, and two scoops of cinnamon roll ice cream.

[color=e2e520][b]“Alright, here we go, dude.”[/b][/color] Scott said, before dipping. He was heading to somewhere no one would bother them, somewhere he knew no one would ever go: the stern. There, he could eat his food in silence and peace and quiet.

No Katie. Perfect.[/indent]