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[color=slategray][sub]It’s a [@Universorum] [@Fabricant451] post! Get excited.
Featuring: [color=7fc19e][b]Kit “Arnie Quotes” Thomas[/b][/color] and [color=ff6347][b]Shauna “They Always Come Back” Flynn[/b][/color]
Location: The Bar (jello shots aren’t jelloy enough) —> The Hot Tub[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr][indent][indent]There was nothing quite as dull as a party with a stipulation and for the first time since that unfortunate year of her life where she was a Freshman, Shauna Flynn was finding herself absolutely bored. The boredom struck her as unusual given that her present situation under any normal circumstance wouldn’t be a cause for boredom. She was, at present, on the deck of a quite fancy looking yacht with a drink in hand; tonight’s drink was a virgin strawberry daiquiri which was a poor substitute for the virgin cherry she wasn’t going to be popping tonight. If it were any other night, she wouldn’t even have been on the deck still, she’d likely have made her choice and getting a first hand experience of what it’s like to drown. 

Instead, though, she was sipping an alcohol-free beverage while listening to young students talk about subjects that were about as interesting as dirt. There was a redhead who was wondering what club to join as if she couldn’t decide during the first semester of her Freshman year; even if Shauna hadn’t made a promise she likely would’ve passed on Red if only for the fact that she was pushing the limits of her clothes and their waistband. Shauna had recently had a [i]full figured[/i] girl not a week ago, so her good deed for the year was taken care of. 

There was a blonde who had never been to a party before, having missed the New Year’s party for family reasons. Cute, in that awkward,ugly duckling-eventual swan sort of way. If pickings were slim, Blonde would suffice. There was a brunette who was clearly the one of the trio that was used to getting all the attention. If Shauna couldn’t have multiple or seconds, she probably would’ve gone with Blonde just so she could work around to Brunette after the fact; the ‘hot friend’ of a group of solid fives always remembered when they were passed up. 

But instead of taking one of them around for a romp, she was entertaining them. Listening to them prattle on. Wondering why she was still thinking about Madison despite them having split up upon arrival. She took a sip of her drink, nodding along to make it seem like she really was interested in the experiences of Freshmen who would go to a Homecoming dance with each other for four years and tell themselves they weren’t jealous of the girls who had dates, but her mind was anywhere but. The only time she even let out a response that wasn’t just a noncommittal sound of acknowledgment was when one of them - they were all interchangeable except for Red for obvious reasons - mentioned they had heard about a strip poker game going on below decks. 

Shauna was no card player, but she would’ve preferred to have been there than here. Even if the players were a bit out of her normal preference - school year wise. That little promise she made was coming back to bite her in the ass. What fun was a party if she couldn’t have any fun at it? The worst part was that she was willing to break her own promise if the temptation was ‘too good to resist’ but anyone who saw her that night would know that the only temptation the trio around her provided was the temptation to don a habit and live a life of celibacy. 

The night was still young and there was still a chance that Shauna Flynn would find some fun before the night was over.

Kit, still soaking wet in her little black dress, found her way up the stairs and looked around for her target. From what she knew about Shauna, it wouldn’t be hard to find her. Like AJ would say, [color=ff9c23][b]“just follow the scent of young insecure girls. She’s not far behind.”[/b][/color] And so, Kit was doing her best to do just that. She figured that if [i]she[/i] were insecure, she’d be at the bar! That was another little tip, this one from Scott. [color=e2e520][b]“Look, if ya ever feel like you’re not ballsy enough to do something, just get a big ass glass of some kinda heavy boozy drink, and you’ll be chill in a minute.”[/b][/color]

So, Kit found herself walking that way. With teeth now chattering from the combined force of the ocean breeze, and the water still on her body, Kit walked toward the bar with a sense of purpose, if nothing else, and her efforts were well rewarded! She could see Shauna surrounded by a group of other people who were chattering on about something, but the truth was? Kit didn’t care. She needed Shauna to help her out, just for a moment. So, Kit burst their bubble by shoving her way through the pack, and clearing her throat.

[color=7fc19e][b]“I’ll be taking this Shauna now, if it’s all the same to you. Go find your own predator. Maybe one from the movie? But not the shitty Shane Black one that killed a franchise and my childhood hero, the cool Arnie one from the 80s. You know? Get to da choppah! That one. Cinematic mastapeece, through and through. Why are you guys still here? Geeze. Scram!”[/b][/color] Kit turned her attention away from the lot of them, and instead looked at Shauna, [color=7fc19e][b]“hey, Shauna, there are drinks with Jello in them right? Can you get me one of those?”[/b][/color]

Just when Shauna was asking for a bit of temptation, there it was, like Shauna was Jesus Christ in the desert and Kit was the devil in a dress that was only a fraction of the wet that Shauna could likely inflict. A smile formed at her own little innuendo playing out in her mind, but in truth she was glad for the distraction; compared to the gaggle of ghostly figures calling themselves Freshmen, Kit was a runway model. While Shauna didn’t exactly approve of the rambling talk about some schlock film from decades ago - no one was perfect, and at least it was familiar territory. 

Shauna waved off the girls she was entertaining and they didn’t know it yet, but with Shauna out of the picture there went their only hopes of someone taking even the remotest interest in them. At least they would have each other, up until about junior year when one of the three had a ‘growth spurt’ over summer. Now, however, Shauna’s attention was on Kit - and her attention was rapt. She still remembered the girl from cheerleading practice. The one that got away. 

And yet...they always came crawling back. 

[color=ff6347][b]”You know the bar is open, right? You don’t need me to get you a Jello shot.”[/b][/color] Shauna didn’t have a filter for her tone of voice, as far as she was concerned as soon as she stepped foot on the boat she was in full on ‘Flirt Mode’ and that came complete with her accent shining through in a sensual tone of voice. If she narrowed her eyes when she spoke she could pass for a husky voiced phone sex operator. [color=ff6347][b]”Though I know you’re only asking me to get you one so you can take the shot off my body. If you let me return the favor I’ll let you do it a bit [i]above[/i] my navel.”[/b][/color] God, did she miss having someone attractive to flirt with, and it hadn’t even been that long since she parted ways with Madison. 

Kit stared at Shauna for a few seconds, wondering what had just been said to her. Do it [i]off her body[/i]? Dude, what, no. [color=7fc19e][b]“Dude, what? No. I don’t know where you’ve been, you’ve probably got a disease or something. I just want the Jello part of the Jello shot. I don’t really know what they are, or how they work, but Marshall got me wanting Jello, and I don’t know where else to get it on this ship… Look, it’s not important.”[/b][/color] Kit paused, tapping her chin as she thought about where to go next in her conversation. So far? Probably not well. Kit had very specific things she wanted to talk to Shauna about, and she figured she should push the conversation that way, lest Shauna take offense to something she said before she even got to ask.

[color=7fc19e][b]“I have something I need to ask you? And I’m pretty sure that my dad would say it’s crossing boundaries, but that’s okay. I’ve been doin’ that all day. How do you deal with being single and not having many friends and also having most people hate you because you suck? I think we’re about to be in a similar boat, and I’d like some advice from the captain of ‘man, my social life is a bad soap opera.’ That’s you, man. Not many people like you, but everyone talks about you. It’s gotta be sucky being under that much heat all the time, right? You wouldn’t guess it by lookin’ at you, because you’re like super chill lookin’ all the time. In fact, I’d even say that you carry yourself better because of all the gossipy stuff! I’d like to do that. Teach me your ways. I’ll be like your Padawan. I’ll be Anakin and you can be Obi-Wan. Or, I can be Obi-Wan and you can be Qui-Gon Jin. I’m flexible. And yes, before you ask, my body is indeed as flexible as my personality.”[/b][/color] Kit winked. BOOM. Important stuff brought up, and a little bit of weak ass flirting to soften the blow.

Had Kit always spoken so erratically? A lesser person might have found the young girl exhausting but given Shauna’s night it was somewhat refreshing. There was an irreverence there that wasn’t often found in Freshmen; Shauna was used to the nervous, awkward, ‘still finding my place’ type of Freshman; the kind that are grateful for anything resembling an anchor in their little chaotic lives. It seemed, however, that someone had given Kit a bit of a talk about Shauna - a grossly incorrect one at that. Whoever it was was surely trying to protect the girl, but Shauna was nothing if not good at finding loopholes. 

[color=ff6347][b]”You’ve never had a Jello shot before, have you? It’s not like a cup of Jello mixed in with your lunch bag, it’s mostly alcohol. It’s vodka, honey. Vodka with a cherry jello coat. And the only way to have one is off of someone’s body, it’s like tequila in that regard. Or sushi. I’d offer to do one off you but you’re a bit wet, and not in the way I like.”[/b][/color] From zero to shameless in record time, but given that Shauna had been holding back it was like she had been given permission to gun it down the road. 

[color=ff6347][b]”What’s so wrong with being single, sweetie? No obligations. No one to send you message after message because of their insecurities. Being single means I can take my pick of the lot at a place like this and have absolutely no hang-ups about leaving in the morning. But if you’re looking for something a bit long term, I can be persuaded to be a one-girl kind of woman, but only if you promise to talk movie to me. You can be my Slave Leia anytime.”[/b][/color] 

The more mean-spirited parts of Kit’s comment were glossed over in favor of Shauna swinging back around to the sleazy end of the spectrum. If she didn’t have her hands around a chilled virgin daiquiri she likely would’ve had at least one around Kit’s shoulder at this point. [color=ff6347][b]”But, because you’re cute when you talk, I’ll play along. People don’t hate me because I suck - though I have been known to flick rather well; people don’t hate me at all. They talk about me, yes, but let the people talk. High school is eighty percent he-said-she-said gossip, and the sooner you learn that, the better off you’ll be. Whatever you’ve heard about me is either untrue or exaggerated. I’d love to tell you all about it, maybe over drinks. Dinner? Breakfast the next morning?”[/b][/color] 

[color=7fc19e][b]“You’re freakin’ relentless, ain’t ya?”[/b][/color] Kit kad to take a moment to process everything that Shauna just said to her. Some of it was particularly disappointing — mostly the line about about jello shots being mostly alcohol. Kit had decided, earlier that night, that she didn’t like alcohol (weed was cool though), and now she couldn’t even have jello! What a bummer. [color=7fc19e][b]“Actually, I would prefer it if I had a slave Leia, instead of the other way around? And that’s crummy, dude, I just wanted Jello… Uh, and no, it’s cool — I don’t want to tie you down. Plus, based on how you’re a huge drama student, I bet you only watch shitty indie foreign films from the Cannes festival anyway, so I’m good on talking about movies with you.”[/b][/color] Kit said, before rubbing her arms.

[color=7fc19e][b]“I’m cold. Let’s go get in the hot tub. There’s a hot tub, right? I think you and I are too different for this to be very helpful, but we can keep trying.”[/b][/color] Kit sighed, kicking her feet at invisible grass. This sucked. Nothing Shauna said would change Kit’s opinion of her — Kit trusted AJ and Scott way more than she trusted Shauna, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon — but Kit had hoped that Shauna would have a magic formula for being happy while simultaneously being widely disliked. Apparently, that wasn’t the case, and the drama girl had either deluded herself into thinking she wasn’t looked down upon, or was straight lying. Neither was a good option for young Kit, but Kit had already made up her mind that she was going to get in the hot tub to bring warmth back to her body.

Kit was proving to be quite a fair bit more irreverent than most freshmen Shauna had known over the years, but therein lay the charm. It was clear that anyone who spoke with her for even a minute would be caught up in Kit’s own rhythm; it would serve her well in the future if only someone was able to inform her just how to use it to her advantage. Despite the stream of consciousness twinge to Kit’s mannerisms, Shauna had little trouble keeping up, though she was falling into the habit of picking and choosing just what it was she was hearing and responding to. 

[color=ff6347][b]”You’d prefer a slave Leia? You like girls, then. See, we have so much in common. For you, hon, I’d let you show me the ways of the Force.”[/b][/color] It wasn’t her best line, but she wasn’t exactly fond of old pulp movies with nothing much to say. [color=ff6347][b]”You’d be surprised what I know about movies. I’d be delighted to show you my collection. We can make a night of it. A weekend, even. Though I do wonder if your attention would be on the movie at all.”[/b][/color] Shauna had little in the way of shame but her approach tended to work - though in most cases her ‘prey’ was a lot more impressed by being noticed by a senior. She wasn’t about to let up now.

[color=ff6347][b]”I’m sure there is a hot tub, what kind of boat doesn’t have one of those? But you can’t get into a hot tub in wet clothes, you’ll get sick. And I don’t know about you but I didn’t bring a bathing suit. Fortunately I have it on good authority that the warm water does [i]wonders[/i] on the skin. A nice, secluded hot tub and two girls who like girls, well, that sounds like a match made in heaven. Shall we?”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“I like boys too. You could put the right boy in the slave Leia outfit and I would be intrigued; maybe Noah? He seems soft enough to pull off being a slave... But after tonight I don’t think I like anyone, really. Just like, Tekken, and doujins. And Tekken doujins. And Godzilla.”[/b][/color] Kit had decided that she was going to stick to her guns, and be a strong, independent, blonde Kit who needed no one. Unfortunately, that idea was a little intimidating; she had been looking forward to a high school romance and young love! And like, love triangles, and stuff.

Unfortunately for her, her initial lady of choice sucked. And the boys? Don’t even get her started on the boys, they mostly sucked! Kit would be alright alone, she had friends! She had… four. Four entire friends! That was two more than her mom and dad had when they were growing up and they turned out alright. Although, they did have each other… Sheesh, this was going to be complicated, wasn’t it?

Kit had zoned out for a while there, and she missed most of what Shauna said about movies, including her line about the Force. That was probably for the best, as Kit was about three seconds from ripping a nerd hole in Shauna’s defenses. She did, however, catch Shauna’s bit on wet clothes in a hot tub possibly making her sick. [color=7fc19e][b]“Nah, I’ll be fine in my dress, thanks. I’m too high to get sick, [i]way[/i] too high. Plus, I’ve gotten in hot tubs in wet clothes and lived to tell the tale before. I can’t see this going any other way… C’mon, let’s go.”[/b][/color] Kit said, gesturing for Shauna to follow her as she started walking away.

Shauna certainly didn’t mind following after Kit, given the face that wet dresses had a tendency to cling rather snugly to the bodies that were wearing them. Shauna’s eyes did so wander, but she didn’t stare at the expense of conversation; that was a rookie mistake. Most people who stare and try to maintain a conversation devolve into neanderthalic grunts and monosyllabic answers. Shauna was far too experienced for that. [color=ff6347][b]”You know, being high doesn’t make you immune to illness, but if you want to risk getting sick I’m sure I wouldn’t mind nursing you well. I have the perfect outfit for it and everything.”[/b][/color] Even if Shauna didn’t have an outfit, she had a way of making her bullshit sound absolutely plausible. It was part of why she was so good at acting. 

[color=ff6347][b]”But while you’re under the influence, you do know that it makes certain...sensations all the more powerful? A finger...or tongue...could feel even better than…”[/b][/color] Shauna had to think a moment. Internally she was digging through the various bits of useless knowledge she’d acquired over the years - knowledge used to bond with and seduce girls or knowledge gained by those she had slept with. Her black book wasn’t just the physical notebook she had. [color=ff6347][b]”...Better than double perfecting a [i]shrub[/i] or pulling off a…[i]critical win[/i].”[/b][/color] Shauna might not have known what she was saying, but she had been with a girl or two who had brothers that played games and osmosis helped a lot in wooing them. Kit had mentioned Tekken, so the girl was into her video games; Shauna could work with that. 

[color=ff6347][b]”It would be a shame for you to waste the chance. Besides, think of how...romantic it would be in a hot tub.”[/b][/color] 

This time, Kit [i]physically[/i] winced at Shauna’s flirting attempts, before glancing over her shoulder, with eyes that stared at Shauna, begging her to not talk about the things Kit enjoyed, while Kit’s words called her out quite plainly. [color=7fc19e][b]“Shauna, look, dude. You’re making a bad move. [i]I know more than you.[/i] I’ve been high more than you’ve been sober, and you’re older than me. By the way you can’t even crit in Tekken, it’s a fair and balanced game — that ain’t Smash Bros, bro. Also, the drugs I’m on right now just chill me out. They’re called [i]downers[/i]. See, I took a couple Uber earlier, but that passed when I fell in the ocean. So now I’m just high on all that weed I smoked in the car, which is an [i]indica[/i] strain — called Skittles. It’s a body [i]relaxer[/i]. If it was a [i]sativa[/i] strain, like, I dunno, Girl Scout Cookie, or Gorilla Glue, then it would make me have more [i]sensitivity[/i]. Right now, my mind and my body just want to be reallll slow. Preferably with Doritos.”[/b][/color] Kit took a left, heading toward the hot tub which was located at the highest point of the boat, not too far from the helicopter landing pad, complete with helicopter.

[color=7fc19e][b]“Plus, I bet you don’t even know what an EWGF is. Call me when you can string together eight of them, okay, babe? Geeze.”[/b][/color] Kit shook her head, almost in disappointment, as she stopped by the hot tub. [color=7fc19e][b]“Okay, we’re here! So, if you don’t have a bathing suit, and you’re all dressed up, does that mean you’re gonna strip down? Cuz, I’m really not gonna. I like this dress, and someone will have to forcibly peel it from my freezing body before I take it off.”[/b][/color]

A nerve was struck but Shauna seemed to take it in stride, given that she didn’t so much as flinch when Kit responded. More information to file away, though Shauna wasn’t normally one to go after drug addicts. Drug addicts were just a few steps away from other sorts of addictions and that wasn’t healthy for anyone, and that was to say little of how it often felt like going after addicts was taking advantage of them. That was a gross grey area that Shauna liked to stay out of. The bevy of information coming from Kit went completely without comment other than a simple shrug from Shauna, who cared about a ‘Tekken’ about as much as she cared about whatever big budget schlock was on the horizon.

[color=ff6347][b]”Ah, so you [i]do[/i] want me to call you. I knew there was something between us.”[/b][/color] Her takeaway from the conversation was woefully out of context, but Shauna never let that stond in the way of turning things around in her favor. [color=ff6347][b]”You can like the dress all you like and still take it off. If you get the dress wet, it will cling to you like a vacuum sealed storage bag, and though you might think that would be a sexy look, it is incredibly uncomfortable to walk around in. Trust me.”[/b][/color] It was a rare moment of clarity; Shauna’s voice when talking about the dress wasn’t coming from a place of flirtation or wanting to see Kit out of it; she sounded serious, casually so, but still serious. Dresses, female clothing in general, was to Shauna as Tekken was to Kit. 

[color=ff6347][b]”I’m not saying you have to strip down to nothing, but I certainly wouldn’t stop you, but if you love that dress, let it dry. I, however, [i]will[/i] be stripping down and you’re welcome to follow my example.”[/b][/color] And just like that the switch was flipped back. 

Kit rolled her eyes, and proceeded to ignore Shauna’s warning. Maybe she had a point, but Kit had no plans on stripping her clothes off. She didn’t have much on under the dress, and she was better off keeping it on. [color=7fc19e][b]“Strip away, dude.”[/b][/color] Kit said, giving Shauna a thumbs up before she herself slipped into the hot tub. [color=7fc19e][b]“Ooooooooooooooh. Nice.”[/b][/color] Kit said, sinking down until only her head was above the water, instantly feeling the warmth of the water bring life back into her chilled bones.

[color=7fc19e][b]“Hot tubs own. Okay, back to business! I think you’re wrong about being single. It sounds shitty — having someone who constantly bombards you with messages sounds nice to me! And then you’d get to wake up next to the same person a lot, and learn what they like and what they don’t like, and be a team. Doesn’t that sound better than just having sex with… well, whoever?”[/b][/color] Kit asked, not taking the time to wait for Shauna to get in the tub before she spoke. [color=7fc19e][b]“I guess I get what you said, about high school being 80% he-said she-said bull. If this was the 2010s! Everything we do is recorded, and it gets posted [i]everywhere,[/i] nothing we can do to avoid that. If someone says something you don’t really agree with, you can just find the video!”[/b][/color] Kit looked up at the night sky, no longer covered by a ceiling after finding her way to the toppest point, and stared at the stars. She wondered, idly, if the kiss was going to be online soon… Probably.

Now it was Shauna’s turn to wince when Kit entered the hot tub with the dress; for a moment, Shauna’s eternal grin faded into an almost pained expression before she forced herself to get over it. Kit would understand the warning soon enough, and because Shauna was nice she wasn’t even going to rub it in. Not when she had other ideas of what to rub in Kit’s face. Shauna, true to her word, stripped down, entering the hot tub after Kit and wearing only her flirtatious smirk and a dream. 
	
[color=ff6347][b]”I tried the relationship thing already and sure it can be and often is fun, but when you give yourself to one person and they take everything and leave you with nothing, you have to ask yourself if it was worth it. High school isn’t about finding the one person you want to spend the rest of your life with. High school relationships barely last until the end of a semester. People you’ve clearly talked to have this warped view of me.”[/b][/color] Though Shauna was still very much in the mindset of flirting and taking Kit to a room for an hour or so, she was being uncharacteristically serious and seemingly introspective for the moment. There was probably something in the water. 

[color=ff6347][b]”Most of the people you’ve been talking to are just mad because I throw a spanner in the works of their machine. There’s an entire group of people who spend their hours acting like they’re Cupid style matchmakers when really they just like to gossip about who’s sleeping with who and so on and so forth. They put themselves above it but in a heartbeat they’d stab each other in the back if the right guy came along and was willing to fuck them for one night. I don’t do anything that they wouldn’t if they could.”[/b][/color] Shauna slowly rolled her head along her shoulders; there was something utterly relaxing about a hot tub. 

[color=ff6347][b]”I have sex, yes. A lot of it. But somewhere along the way people started thinking I was the devil or something. Do I have a preference? Yes, so does everybody. You don’t see the tens of the school so much as looking at the fives, but because I prefer underclass girls somehow I’m the villain? I’ve never promised any of the girls I sleep with anything other than a good time, and if they expect more that’s on them, not me. None of them even [i]know[/i] me, who the fuck are they to judge? Here’s a fun activity, Kit. Talk to some of the girls I’ve been with and see what they were like before and after I came along. It’s easy to label me as some hideous thing, but all I’ve ever done is make girls feel as beautiful and confident as they are.”[/b][/color] 

[color=ff6347][b]”That’s why you’re not responding well to me, Kit. It isn’t because of what your wannabe friends have told you. It’s because you’re already confident enough to take on the world. As much as I’m sure we would enjoy it, you don’t need me.”[/b][/color] 

[color=7fc19e][b]“I don’t have wannabe friends; my brother talked to me about you. I don’t think you’re a villain, just kinda a bad person. Like Umbridge, from Harry Potter? You’re no Voldemort, but you still do some shitty stuff. I’m not gonna talk to the girls you’ve been with because I don’t care what they have to say. Thanks, I am pretty confident. I get it from my mom, I think. Or the internet... Could go either way.”[/b][/color] Kit paused for a moment, and realized something that Shauna had said. The group of people that act like matchmakers? Those were Kit’s friends. At this point, Kit frowned. It seemed to her that Shauna had nothing nice to say about anyone who mattered to Kit, which was kinda fucky.

[color=7fc19e][b]“Hey, I’ll have you know that the group of people you’re talking about are my friends. Ophelia’s cool, Cassie… leaves something to be desired, Brynn is the token slutty girl, and Marshall is my gay best friend. You wanna know what I think though? I think you just hook up with underclass girls because you know none of your actual peers would swing for you.”[/b][/color] Kit said, ending her sentence with a wink. It was true, as far as she knew — Scott and AJ were close to her age and they had a sour opinion of Shauna, so surely other people did.

[color=7fc19e][b]“You talk a big game, though. This is going pretty much how I anticipated it too. Just with [i]way[/i], way, [i]wayyyy[/i] less than satisfactory answers. Really, though, thanks for the compliment! I’m glad someone thinks I radiate confidence.”[/b][/color]

[color=ff6347][b]”If they’re your friends, why didn’t you go to them for whatever reason? And isn’t it just funny how someone like Brynn can be seen in a positive light while having taken more dick than a jockstrap yet somehow I’m ‘the shark’. Your ‘friends’ are full of double standards and throwing stones in their glass houses. And for the record, your friend Marshall was [i]my[/i] friend Marshall first, honey.”[/b][/color] Shauna didn’t seem to care to hold her tongue at this point, there was no love lost between Kit’s supposed friends and Shauna; if they ever had any desire to get to know her they’ve had plenty of opportunity to do so before now. That bridge was long since burned and it wasn’t Shauna Flynn who lit the match. 

[color=ff6347][b]”You can keep thinking what you like about me, but I could dial a number right now and have an upperclassman spend the night with me. This is my point. High school is eighty percent gossip and when you realize that people believe what they want to believe and lie through their teeth then it becomes easy to not care about it. The only true thing you’ve heard about me is that I like younger girls. I like you, you don’t like me, but there are others. If for whatever reason my answers are unsatisfactory it’s because you’re not asking the right questions.”[/b][/color] 

[color=7fc19e][b]“I didn’t go to them because they’re busy spending time with people that love them that they love back. I figured you’d be free, and hey: you’re free. Marshall might be your friend, but he told me not to come talk to you, sooo…”[/b][/color] Kit shrugged her shoulders, as she moved her body around, getting comfortable in the jacuzzi, moving the jet to hit the right spot on her back, [color=7fc19e][b]“maybe I’m not asking the right question, or I’m just asking the wrong person… Either way, that’s on me. My bad...”[/b][/color]

[color=7fc19e][b]“I think Brynn gets away with it because she doesn’t hit on younger girls? You’re just taking advantage of girls who are the opposite of me: scared of high school, and seeking validation from older people. Brynn just fucks people. Besides, she seems to have found a boyfriend, right? Maybe you should find someone to hang out with? It might soften things if you had more public facing friends… Look, I’m just saying. I don’t judge, but you’re getting old. Might be time to consider getting a serious relationship.”[/b][/color] Kit stretched, and found herself satisfied with the warmth restored to her body.

[color=7fc19e][b]“Now, if you’ll excuse me, Shauna. I’m gonna see if I can go find my Korean. Byeeee!”[/b][/color] Kit stood up and hauled herself out of the hot tub, immediately blasted by cold winds, accented by the chill of the water on her body. [color=7fc19e][b]“Fuck, I kinda forgot how temperature works… Whatever…. Have a nice day, Sharky.”[/b][/color] Kit said, before trudging away, off to search for Min-seo.

[color=ff6347][b]”I was hanging out with someone. And then more people, but you scared them off. If your friends were any good at maintaining relationships, they’d have been in them by now. Brynn’s boy toy will last just long enough for the next piece of meat to catch her eye. Come find me if you ever want [i]real[/i] advice. The only thing Brynn will teach you is how to still feel something with a wizard sleeve.”[/b][/color]  Shauna had more words to say about the freshman’s friends but Kit was out of the hot tub before Shauna could even say she was right about the dress. 

Shauna was right about many things and yet no one ever seemed to give her credit for anything other than her proclivities. It was no sweat off her back. Her legacy was already in the halls of Beverly Hills High and in a few months the people that obsess over relationships they could only wish they were decent enough to be in would be little more than faint memories; and in ten years at the reunion they’d still be living vicariously through the relationships of their peers as they attended ladies night at the club well on their way to cougar town. 

Now that she was alone in the hot tub, she thought of giving her popcorn princess a call, but that would likely require leaving the party and technically she was bound here as a designated driver and means of escape for another. Fortunately, the world worked in mysterious ways and as Shauna turned towards her phone, she noticed a familiar sight. Two of the three Freshmen from earlier were wandering around, no doubt looking for their red headed friend - or perhaps trying to ditch her. 

[color=ff6347][b]”Yoo-hoo, ladies.”[/b][/color] Shauna called out to them, grabbing their attention - and keeping it when their faces went redder than their friend’s hair as they realized what Shauna [i]wasn’t[/i] wearing. [color=ff6347][b]”I don’t believe we finished our conversation before we were rudely interrupted. Join me.”[/b][/color] 

It didn’t take much more convincing after that.[/indent][/indent]