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[sub][b][color=ffff1e]Location |[/color][/b] Misfits' meeting place, Santa Monica, California
[b][color=ffff1e]Time |[/color][/b] 11:57 AM
[b][color=ffff1e]Interacting with |[/color][/b] Val [@Dirty Pretty Lies], Kim [@Stanifly], Sami [@BrutalBx][/sub]
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Emilia didn't have to scan the horizon very long. Or at all. Valeria Drake was the type of girl to announce her presence long before anyone noticed she was there. She emerged from the beach area, still wet from the ocean surf she was no doubt cavorting in given the board in her hand.

It was at surf club that she first met the Florida girl. Emilia had no idea how to surf, and quickly proved that her above-average height was not going to help her in that regard, but watching Val tame those waves like nothing, it was almost like poetry on the water. It led to talking at the very least, and a friendship that many others would have deemed unlikely, given Val's abrasive punk nature and Em's Disney-esque kindness to all people. But it was a good contrast. At least Em thought so. Besides, she liked to think Val had a hidden sweet interior to herself. One that was partly expressed through the choice of beverage Emilia held in her hand.

The blonde smiled wider as she heard the squeal coming from her friend who had placed her board on the still-disabled RV. [b][color=D52759]"Em, have I ever told you just how much of a perfect person you are?"[/color][/b] If Emilia wasn't blushing before, she certainly was after the shorter girl planted a kiss on her cheek. [b][color=D52759]"How about we ditch these guys to run off and get married somewhere? I promise I'll love you forever: cross my heart and hope to die."[/color][/b]

For a split-second, Emilia's brain gave the proposal a serious thought. Maybe it was still because of the prom incident, but it honestly didn't seem that bad. There had to be a chapel somewhere nearby... Then Miss Seger snapped back into her own head. She was still blushing, and it almost translated into her response. [color=ffff1e]"I...um, well you know, I totally would do that, Val. Like in a heartbeat."[/color] She looked over and found her center again in the other female in their group. The one who was always so calm and collected it seemed as though nothing could faze her. Again, something Emilia appreciated as a contrast to her own self. [color=ffff1e]"But we can't leave Kim here by herself with the others! How would we live with ourselves?"[/color] She took another drink of her caramel mocha. [color=ffff1e]"Nope. We are just gonna have to wait until we get to Salt Lake City, and can make it a three-way wedding. That's how it has to be!"[/color] She giggled at such a notion. She didn't even know if it was still a thing in Utah, but if it was, they probably weren't interested in legitimizing a polyamorous lesbian marriage. She sat down on top of the picnic table and looked over at the RV, it's owner still working underneath. [color=ffff1e]"Speaking of getting to Salt Lake City, how's it going over there Sami? Will we be departing soon?"[/color]