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[indent]Damian, for what it was worth, could work fast. He and Joy had only been at it only for about four minutes, and her jeans were on the floor, and her shirt and bra were gone — somewhere near the foot of the bed. She was on top of him, and he was in nothing but his boxers, with his tongue down her throat and his hands wherever they wanted to be. Truth be told, he could be done in four more minutes… they could, realistically, be done with it before it was time to leave for the family dinner.

Geeze, they were the epitome of horny teens, huh? If Damian wasn’t liplocked, he might have laughed thinking about that; and he had a feeling that Joy would have too. There they were, going at each other like animals with the clock ticking against them. Not that Damian cared, really.

Even so, he wanted to [i]take his time[/i], Joy deserved a [i]proper[/i] first time, and all things considered, Damian was in a position to give it to her… [i]another[/i] time. Right now? He was just blue balling himself. Unless… Damian just… went for it. His hand slipped down below her waist, and his lips pressed against her neck…

[color=7d1c7f][b]“Damian, Joy, are you guys ready?”[/b][/color]

...until the fucking door flew open, and Joy’s dad was standing there. [color=309b75][b]“Dude! Knock!”[/b][/color] Damian shouted, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over himself and his girlfriend. Was he [i]ever[/i] going to get to have sex again?

Mortified. Why didn’t they lock the door?! Joy kept herself under the covers, hiding her face that reddenned every second her [i]dad[/i] was in the room. Well, in his defense, they were trying to get away with sex before a planned dinner. Was she going to be a virgin forever?! Like what the fuck! [color=6175ff][b]“DADDYYYYYY.”[/b][/color] 

[color=4a86e8][b]“What’s taking so long?”[/b][/color] Jude appeared behind Ender, poking her head to look into the room. Dead. Joy was dead. 

Ender took a long, deep breath as he slowly pulled the door closed until it clicked, muttering under his breath. [color=7d1c7f][b]“They’re kids. We would have done the same thing. Just kids. This is totally normal. I shouldn’t kill him.”[/b][/color] Ender muttered, nodding along as he spoke to himself.

Eying her husband, Jude assumed what he was talking about and decided it was best if he and her waited downstairs. Maybe even in the car.  [color=4a86e8][b]“You can take your frustrations out, on me, later.”[/b][/color] The beloved wife teased, tugging her husband to walk with her. 

[color=7d1c7f][b]“Yeah, yeah… I’ll take you up on that,”[/b][/color] Ender muttered, allowing himself to be tugged away from the room. The kids would be along soon, hopefully. Please, hopefully.

Meanwhile, in the room, Damian looked up at Joy and cleared his throat, with the stupid little smirk on his lips, [color=309b75][b]“Hey, I don’t know what you’re yelling at [i]me[/i] for. Ender’s the one that busted the door open without knocking!”[/b][/color] He teased, grinning up at her. Damian was nothing if not a man of humor! 

Pulling the pillow from underneath his head, Joy plopped his head, [color=6175ff][b]“Stupid.”[/b][/color] But her smile matched his in playfulness. Taking the pillow off, she rolled her eyes, [color=6175ff][b]“Moods gone. Let’s go.”[/b][/color] This was their fate. If they took too long, her dad would surely kill him.

[color=309b75][b]“Give me two seconds. Mood can be back,”[/b][/color] Damian grumbled dejectedly, though he sat up and lifted her up off of his lap, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up, walking over to the dresser to find himself a shirt. [color=309b75][b]“Taught True to close the door when she leaves — didn’t teach her to lock it.”[/b][/color]

While Damian was finding clothes to wear, Joy retrieved her scattered clothes and put them all back on. What a load of bull. She got naked for no reason.  [color=6175ff][b]“There really isn’t a safe zone for us, is there?”[/b][/color] To say Joy was disappointed was an understatement. There were so many girls already passed this point, and she still hadn’t popped her cherry! She was [i]deliberately[/i] trying to. With her bra on now, she slipped her leg through one of her jeans sleeves. 

Damian tugged on a shirt that was a little tight, but that was by design. What was the point of looking like he did if he didn’t wear shirts that showed off his chest and arms? [color=309b75][b]“Uh… your Uncle’s house? Like, if we don’t show up at ten at night, you know?”[/b][/color] Damian offered, while pulling on his jeans. Joy had a point… it was never [i]this[/i] hard to get laid before… Of course, usually he wasn’t fighting against the girl’s parents, and his own mother… [color=309b75][b]“I’m not gonna lie to you Joy. I’ll lock the door and risk dying if it means I can finally fucking fuck you.”[/b][/color]

Looking over her shoulder at him, already buttoning up her pants, she tsked, [color=6175ff][b]“A little too late there, [i]daddy[/i]. I got my pants on.”[/b][/color] Joy preferred him alive, so they’d try again after the dinner. It was going to happen today, even if they had to do it outside. Wait, what? 

[color=309b75][b]“Don’t tease. Only call me that if you’re making a habit out of it,”[/b][/color] Damian complained, sliding his belt through the loops of his jeans and pulled it tight. With that, he turned around to look at the mirror hanging above his dress. [color=309b75][b]“Man… you fucked my hair up.”[/b][/color] He grumbled, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a comb and a bit of hair gel. Looking into the mirror, he adjusted his hair with a bit of the gel and a few touches of the comb. [color=309b75][b]“Do I look good, babe?”[/b][/color]

Unenthused by his comment, Joy’s hair going every which way, she gave him a thumbs up, [color=6175ff][b]“Always.”[/b][/color] Grabbing her blouse off the bed, she slowly buttoned up her shirt. Where were they going to eat anyways? Hopefully what she was wearing was good enough, she didn’t have a change of clothes and she wasn’t going to raid her godmother’s closet. Mel was too tall for her anyways. If she fit anyone’s clothes, it would be True’s. 

Damian sauntered his way over to her, and draped his arms around her waist, pulling her up to him as he smiled down at her, [color=309b75][b]“good. Because I’m going to be sitting next to [i]you[/i], and I’m afraid I’ll look like shit by comparison.”[/b][/color] He kissed her lips, and added. [color=309b75][b]“Like a rock next to a diamond.”[/b][/color]

[color=6175ff][b]“[i]Oh please.[/i]”[/b][/color] She was a dweeb in comparison to him. He was the diamond. She was more like a shadow. She pushed herself up and kissed him back, [color=6175ff][b]“Our entire school would think otherwise. Do you know how many girls still want you?”[/b][/color] A LOT. 

[color=309b75][b]“Do you know how many girls I want?”[/b][/color] He brought one of her hands up to his lips and kissed it, [color=309b75][b]“just one.”[/b][/color] With that, Damian slipped out of their little embrace, and held her hand in his, leading her out of the room and down the stairs, to the car where his dad was waiting — Ender and Jude were already off and on their way, Connor had said.

Every so often, [url=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QyquWQCsEzA/U_9UMWsinGI/AAAAAAAAHEQ/H-6RESatLDE/s1600/DSC09035.JPG]The Sunshine Diner[/url] had themed nights. Tonight’s theme? A blast to the past. The fifties. Where the waitresses rolled around in pink and red [url=https://www.ocregister.com/wp-content/uploads/migration/kzw/kzwbij-b78622087z.120100326083821000gi8ne6su.1.jpg?w=620]dresses[/url] with white roller skates on. Jude claimed a corner [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/41/d1/11/41d11110b5d3786a2edd816f2b41ede9.jpg]booth[/url] so they all could fit together. With her husband at one of the ends, she tapped her fingers on the table to the Jailhouse Rock by Elvis Presley. They’d been here for about nine minutes now and their waitress already was getting her drink, but they were still [i]waiting[/i] for everyone. Jude was [i]excited[/i] though, she was getting a MILKSHAKE.  She had water for now.  [color=4a86e8][b]“Hopefully they get here soon, I’m [i]starving[/i].”[/b][/color] 

[color=7d1c7f][b]“I can’t believe he didn’t lock the door.”[/b][/color] Ender said numbly, sipping at the cream soda he’d ordered. He was dead inside; he hadn’t needed to see that. What was next? He had to [i]hear[/i] it? Jesus Christ.

Luckily for Ender, it wasn’t long before Connor walked in, with Joy and Damian behind him. The captain led his son and his probable-eventual-daughter-in-law to her parents tucked away in the corner. [color=d32626][b]“Hey! We’re here. Mel should be here in just a sec, but I brought Damian and Joy. Or, as I’ve taken to calling them ‘a future homicide victim and the girlfriend that testifies.’ Unless, of course, Ender has quelled his murderous thoughts? It’s been a hot minute since you ended something, Ender. I’d prefer it not be my son, y’know? He’s got a lot of life before him, and like… look at that face.”[/b][/color] Connor said, gesturing at Damian, who had the color rapidly draining from his face as he stood there, getting put on the chopping block by his own father.

[color=7d1c7f][b]“Fuck off.”[/b][/color]

Jude was in her own world when she saw her [i]milkshake[/i] coming. She barely acknowledged her daughter, her daughter’s lover, and her daughter’s future father-in-law. Priorities, man. She might have a [i]nice[/i] bod, but she could never deny a Sunshine shake! 

Rolling in, hating her attire, but probably the best skater in this diner, Miranda Warner, sister to the notorious Our Holy Lady, bifocales and all, pulled up to the table with a tray and a single milkshake. [color=00f453][b]“[url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/196121830304514050/504146745349898240/default_f61ce5562aec5c522b540de786237d2d_pink20bubblegum20unicorn20milkshakes20dreamstimesmall_98957.png]Memory Lane[/url] Shake.”[/b][/color] With ease, since she’s done this way too much for her own good, she quickly brought the big, very big, glass with pink substance in it and placed it in front of the grinning Asian. Her attention went to the new guests, [color=00f453][b]“Hey, I’m Mandy. And I’ll be your server for the night. Do you guys need some time? Or can I get you something to drink?”[/b][/color] 

[color=6175ff][b]“I’ll have the [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/196121830304514050/504148688294117386/Chocolate-Peanut-Butter-Swirl-Milkshakes-1.png]May Contain Nuts[/url] shake .”[/b][/color] Joy stared at her mother’s drink. It was a new shake. She’d have to try it sometime tonight. It’s been awhile since she’s been here, so she wanted her classic peanut butter shake. 

Connor slid into the booth beside Ender and put an arm around his friend’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly as Ender just looked on, staring into the cream soda in front of him, while Connor looked up at the waitress. [color=d32626][b]“I would love an orange cream float, and why don’t you…”[/b][/color] Connor grabbed Ender’s cream soda, and sucked it down, [color=d32626][b]“just get him the most monstrous, sugary, over the top, beetus shake you got, okay? He’s a man, not a barbie doll.”[/b][/color] Connor knew what Ender needed to feel better.

Damian meanwhile, looked at Joy and shrugged. It was almost as if Damian felt like this would be the last time he’d ever look at her, and after a few moments he slid into the booth beside his father, before glancing at the waitress. [color=309b75][b]“Can you get two straws for the Nuts one? I’ll share with her. And, uh, water. I like water.”[/b][/color]

Not needing to write anything down Mandy nodded her head, her expression welcoming, friendly, but not too bubbly. The standard, chill kind of vibe.  [color=00f453][b]“The Nuts with two straws. I’ll just get water for everyone. And a [url=https://www.instagram.com/p/BATHFAzsEAI/?utm_source=ig_embed]Sweet & Salty Monster[/url] for the dynamic duo, number 4 and 77. Anything else before I go?”[/b][/color] The only people Mandy recognized were the fathers at the table. Connor and Ender, known for the time they brought the Seahawks to absolute victory. Football, baby. Sadly, Ender’s run was short. Internally, though? This was awesome.  Meanwhile, Jude was already deep in her shake as she watched her family converse with the impressive waitress.

[color=d32626][b]“One cinnamon… wait, you guys don’t have a fancy name for the [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/196121830304514050/504151902460706816/cinnamonrollmilkshake-5-570x822.png]cinnamon roll[/url] milkshake do you? One of those for wife. She’ll be here… eventually, we’ll hear her before we see her. Just… tell whoever’s back there to keep it loose on the frosting.”[/b][/color] Connor suggested, before he added. [color=d32626][b]“Hey, don’t forget my orange cream float. I really just come here for soda and soft serve.”[/b][/color] He warned, though the warm smile on his charming face betrayed that he was never going to hurt a fly. [color=d32626][b]“Man, I love soda…”[/b][/color] They never had much soda at the house — and what they did? The girls drank.

[color=309b75][b]“I want you to know, that despite his playing it cool, my dad gets really excited when people recognize him. He’s gonna mention it in the car.”[/b][/color] Damian piped up, glancing over at Connor, who huffed defensively.

[color=d32626][b]“Damn right I’m gonna mention it in the car.”[/b][/color]

[color=00f453][b]“Right.”[/b][/color] Mandy slipped. She was in front of one of her idols. Damn. [color=00f453][b]“If only the Southside looked up to you like I did. Our team sucks.”[/b][/color] ‘The Southside’ was the slang term for the public school ‘on the other side of the tracks’ from Beverly Hills High.  [color=00f453][b]“Well, I’ll make sure your float is extra fizzy—”[/b][/color] 

[color=2e8b57][b]“I’M HERE!”[/b][/color] Melody swung the door open. [color=2e8b57][b]“Oh wow. I like what they’ve done to the place.”[/b][/color] With the sound of the yelling woman, that was Mandy’s cue to get the drinks while they decided on what they wanted to eat. It didn’t take too long until Mel found her family, particularly her son. She rushed over.

Well, Ender could at least confidently say that they were never going to lose Melody. Even if they lost sight of her? A deaf person could hear Melody coming a fucking mile away. She had no semblance of shame, or the sanctity of public areas — which, Ender could say somewhat confidently, was the reason she and Connor had such a successful first date — but… her heart was at least in the right place. Ender was just in a mood, glaring at his lap as Melody walked up.

[color=d32626][b]“Told you.”[/b][/color] Connor said with a wink in Mandy’s direction before she could skate away. Once mommy dearest had joined the crew, Damian moved himself and Joy enough so that she could get in beside his father, and Connor kissed his wife on the cheek, [color=d32626][b]“I didn’t know what you wanted, so I got you to the cinnamon shake. Because you’re my cinnamon roll.”[/b][/color]

[color=2e8b57][b]“Aw, Alpha.”[/b][/color] Melody batted her flirtatious eyes at her husband and Joy visibly cringed. 

[color=7d1c7f][b]“Mel, did you never teach your son to lock his door?”[/b][/color] Ender asked, without looking up from his lap. It was a valid question, given the night so far.

[color=2e8b57][b]“What now?”[/b][/color] Melody snapped back, to face Ender. 

[color=6175ff][b]“Dad… I don’t think this needs to be discussed at the table.”[/b][/color] Time to play a card against her father. [color=6175ff][b]“So did you see True’s date?”[/b][/color] 

[color=2e8b57][b]“Oh my god, no. I tried stalking her for a good ten minutes, but I think she knew. Well, hopefully she heeds my advice. She was so nervous, it was cute.”[/b][/color] Melody grabbed a clean napkin and dramatically patted her face like she was crying. [color=2e8b57][b]“My little girl is growing up.”[/b][/color] 

[color=4a86e8][b]“I didn’t know True had a date. Did you dress her up?”[/b][/color] Jude’s milkshake was almost gone. Was she even going to have room for food? Joy grinned at her father. Score. The moms were distracted. What? Sex was not a topic for the dinner table.

Ender looked at Joy and shook his head, but decided to concede the battle. He could beat himself up about what had happened later, but if she wanted them to have a [i]calm[/i] dinner, then a calm dinner they would have. He chose not to speak though, and instead simply planted his head on Jude’s shoulder, waiting silently for the milkshake he didn’t even want. He just wanted cream soda.

[color=309b75][b]“Don’t worry, True is gonna be just fine. I gave her a bunch of brotherly advice, and like stuff I would do and stuff I wouldn’t do. But I also told her not to do anything I would do. Or anything I wouldn’t do! I told her there’s like this space where she operates… I also told her to swallow because spitters are quitters and I knew my mama ain’t raise no bitch.”[/b][/color] Damian said, and he seemed rather proud of himself, until he felt his dad’s eyes boring down onto him, and Damian added, [color=309b75][b]“what? I gave her a condom too.”[/b][/color]

[color=d32626][b]“Man… come on, Dames.”[/b][/color]

Before Melody could explode, because she always exploded, Jude was quick to react, [color=4a86e8][b]“Oh, Mel. Try this. It’s delicious.”[/b][/color] 

[color=6175ff][b]“She gets to try it first?!”[/b][/color] Joy was offended, but it seemed like the girls could handle the fiery rage that was Mel fine. The spoon was in Mel’s mouth to make sure no words came out, Joy forcing it in. 

 [color=4a86e8][b]“Yes. How is it?”[/b][/color] 

Melody contemplated the taste and beamed, [color=2e8b57][b]“That’s really good. Reminds me of Rosé, but without the alcohol. And a hint of cotton candy.”[/b][/color] Like sex on the beach while the sun sets! 

The way her godmother described the drink made Joy reconsider. Rosé was an extremely sweet wine. Add cotton candy? What even was that. As Jude went back in her seat, gesturing for Ender to put his head back on her shoulder, she decided she’d direct the conversation to a more desirable topic, [color=4a86e8][b]“So, tell us, you two. How serious are you guys? This isn’t for show, right? My daughter isn’t secretly a slut, [i]right[/i]?”[/b][/color] 

[color=6175ff][b]“What?!”[/b][/color] Joy was baffled at her mother’s question. 

Before anyone could react, Mandy appeared, while there was slight tension coming from the young girl’s general direction. First things first. [color=00f453][b]“Your orange cream float.”[/b][/color] She gave the legendary Seahawks quarterback his drink first and from there she gave the rest theirs in a counterclockwise motion. [color=2e8b57][b]“Oh, she’s pretty.”[/b][/color] Melody muttered to herself, which Mandy decided to ignore. She wasn’t that pretty. 

When she was done, she rested the tray at her side, [color=00f453][b]“Food yet?”[/b][/color] [/indent]