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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Palm Beach, Florida[/b]
August 17th, 2018[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][color=FFB6C1]“I'd love to, but y'know.”[/color] Mara commented as she pulled out her keys for a second, jingling them in front of Bea playfully before returning them to her pockets. [color=FFB6C1]“But yeah, I'm fine I guess. Outside of being at this party. It's definitely not my scene.”[/color] 

The blonde-haired teenager looked in the direction Diablo had walked off for a second as she felt tempted to make a stern comment about Diablo and how Bea should have [i]listened[/i] to her when she told her to stay [i]away[/i] from the chauvanistic asshole. In the end she decided against it, but it did cross her mind enough to warrant a momentary tilted glance. Mara wasn't happy, though she had gotten quite good at hiding how she really felt unless a person had the ability to see through her expressions and mannerisms. Archer had once called her “a two-faced bitch” and while it really hurt at the time, there was some truth to it. One moment she was hot and another she was cold. It was more than bipolar, it was second nature; an impulse that was natural to her. It was almost sociopathic how she had no problem not only lying to herself but lying to others, not just in the form of shielding the truth but deliberately pretending.

But Bea wasn't Archer. Mara would never want Bea to realize that her best friend was dishonest, especially on a manipulative level.

[color=FFB6C1]“I hope it's been everything you hoped it would be.”[/color] She said with a seemingly earnest and honest smile.
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