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[sub][color=dimgray][b][color=80F0F0]Location |[/color][/b] In-N-Out, [i]Still[/i] in LA
[b][color=80F0F0] Time |[/color][/b] Almost Noon , 31 MAY 20xx
[b][color=80F0F0]Interacting with |[/color][/b] Papi [@plank sinatra], Mads [@bleedinglover], Moni [@cosmiccomet], AJ [@Tootsiepop], Chrissy [@GhostMami],  [s]MatthEW[/s] [@Legion02][/color][/sub]
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There were [b] a lot [/b] of things Yessi took pride in when it came to herself. 

Abundance charm? Check.
Delivering porn star level sex? Double check.
Being disgustingly wealthy, [b]Super check[/b].

Above all of that though, there was one skill that reigned supreme over all her others. This skill that had taken years, tireless nights, and [i] metaphorical[/i] blood, sweat and tears to perfect. Fortunately, the effort paid off, she had yet to meet anyone who could get under Aleks’ skin quite like she could,[s] and often did[/s]. 

[right] [i]All these skills and she chose to perfect the craft of pushing Papi’s buttons.[/i][/right]

So when a swift swoop of a muscular arm around her neck pulled her away from harassing Chris or AJ any longer, a mischievous smile entertained her lips. Of course, these dummies would see Aleks’ gesture as a cutesy show of affection, or whatever stupid fluff shit they made up, but Yessi knew better. The warning was clear in the brief increase of pressure on her throat, a soft, almost pleasant hum sounded from her throat, [s] she liked it when he was rough.[/s]

The kiss to her head had a complaint firing out of her mouth before she could even register it [color=F08080]”Stooop, do you know how long I sat in the salon for my hair to be this amazing? You can mess it up [i]later,[/i] just let me have my moment now, you tankie!”[/color].

Yessi half-heartedly pushed away at Aleks to break free of his loosening chokehold, gasping dramatically when he easily released her. Smiling triumphantly, her green eyes trailed to AJ just in time to catch the daggers he threw at her. [color=F08080][i] Oof… he’s big mad.[/i][/color] Yessi flashed a sheepish smile and blew a quick kiss to AJ just before Aleks’ fry kamikaze hit AJ in the spot hers had just crashed.

[color=a0410d] "I raised you to have better table manners, God damn it."[/color]

Yessi held back her laugh, turning her face to that beautiful Russian boy beside her, his own smile placing a matching one on her face before turning into a well-practiced pout, [color=F08080]”But Da-”[/color]

The roaring of an engine sharply cut off the words flying out of her mouth, the smile formally present replaced with an unamused purse, as one of the last few remaining gearheads made their late arrival. [color=F08080] “How fantastic.”[/color] Yessi’s voice was a soft grumble as she pushed her tray of food away and turned her body to face where the latecomer would be approaching. Though not without dropping her hand under the table, and lacing her fingers through Aleks’, an irritated squeeze passing from her to him as Matt approached the group, [i]unfashionably late. [/i]

Yessi’s annoyance might have been [i]objectively[/i] childish, after all Matthew was one of [i]them[/i] and he [b]did[/b] belong here. Yessi knew that not only would he be invited but of course he wouldn't turn away tagging along, none of them would. Especially with a future as uncertain as the one awaiting the group, AJ wouldn’t leave any of them out of this last “hurrah” as Gearheads, not after the past four years of cementing this [i]family[/i].

Plus, it’s not like anyone else, besides Aleks, knew she was ghostin’ Matty-boy. Yessi was a brat but she’d never put her friends in a place where they felt like they had to pick sides, not that the sides even existed in the first place.

[i][color=F08080] But still… [/color][/i] Everyone disliked some of their family at some point in their lives. Right now was definitely one of those times.

[b][color=F7941D]“I’m MIA for one party and suddenly you all start acting out?”[/color][/b]
 [right][i] Cue the eyeroll.[/i][/right]

[color=F08080]”Missing in action? You mean not invited?”[/color] 

Luckily,[i] or not[/i], AJ exploded in the same moment as her snippy reply in an over-dramatic boom, concealing her little not-so-nice slip-up. For a second it really looked like AJ was going to swing at Matt’s stupid face, but quickly her excitement was soured as AJ threw a handful of fries at the Terrible Three. 

[color=F08080] “AJ, seriously? Jesus, pull the panties out of your fucking ass!”[/color] she yelled after the stomping toddler, throwing the fries that had landed in her lap on the tray in front of her. Despite his annoying display, and having a taste of her own fry-throwing medicine Yessi couldn’t help but give a small laugh, her previous pent up annoyance expelled.

[i][color=F08080] “At least he’s a cute brat, right?”[/color][/i]