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[indent]The car ride turned out to be more of a drag than she would’ve wanted. While Diana loved Jasper dearly, the woman was asking too many questions. Why was it so important to know what her type was? Just do eeny, meeny, miny, moe. She didn’t care and honestly, sometimes she wondered if she was just not that into anyone. No one intrigued her enough. 

Sure, Diana had dated in the past but she did it because she wanted to give it a try, not necessarily because she was into the person. Eh, whatever. She’ll go with it and enjoy the ride. Copping out, Dee decided to subtly quote a famous pop song to describe her ‘type’,  [color=3caea0]“Uh, I guess… I like it when they take control, even if they don’t know they do.”[/color] 

Absentmindedly, she tapped her finger to the music playing. Sheepishly smiling, as if this was so embarrassing to share - but really, hearing herself she sounded dumb, Dee continued to half-quote the song, [color=3caea0]“A tough guy, who likes it really rough!”[/color] [i]Pause.[/i]  [color=3caea0]“...if you know what I mean.”[/color] 

With a groan, Jasper flopped her head against the seat. Why was Dee always so reluctant to ever try her hand in the romance department? More importantly, why did Jasper constantly insist on trying to set her up with someone no matter how many times it failed? 

Because she cared. That’s why. 

No matter how many times the boys turned out to be total fucking dumbasses, Jasper still held on to hope that she would play a part in finding Mr. Right for Dee. Deep, deep down, she secretly hoped that maybe one day both she and Dee could do one of those weird double date things with one another. Above all, Jasper just wanted her friend to be happy. Music was the only thing that Jasper had ever truly seen Dee light up over. The key to finding Dee love was to find someone for her that would make her feel the same things music did. 

[color=BC8D8F]“Are you [i]seriously[/i] quoting fucking Billie Eilish?”[/color] 

Damn. Caught red-handed. [color=3caea0]“Okay, so I don’t have a type. Sue me.”[/color] Diana sighed in exasperation. No matter how many times Jasper tried to set her up, it never worked in the way she hoped for. [color=3caea0]“Why are you so caught up with finding someone for me anyways? We both know even if I find someone, it won’t last more than two weeks.”[/color] A record for her honestly. [color=3caea0]“It’s not like you care for romance either, or you’d have a guy wrapped around your finger by now.”[/color] After throwing mild shade, with mischief in her eyes, Dee teasingly nudged her good friend,  [color=3caea0]“Let’s just have fun tonight. Who cares if we take someone home or not.”[/color] 

Jasper pursed her lips, listening to her friend speak. Dee had a point, but Jasper’s determination was stronger than any rhyme or reason. If Dee was ever serious about Jasper stopping her efforts to find love for her, then Jasper would stop. But until then….. 

[Color=BC8D8F]"Fine, fine. But can I still flirt my way into free drinks?"[/color]

[color=3caea0]“I wouldn’t dare take that pleasure away from you.”[/color] Dee smirked, while glancing down at a text from Nate. Fantastic. They got a table and ordered appetizers. Just what Dee was hoping for (and expecting). [color=3caea0]“Even if we both could easily afford whatever we want,”[/color] she teasingly shook her head. While she didn’t mind free things, she also knew she was fortunate in comparison to most kids in this town. If anything, Jasper and her were royalty, coming from more money, prestige, and power than Meadow’s underclassmen could fathom. 

When the car came to a full stop, in front of Nectar’s, Dee did a-very-gentleman-thing-to-do. Exiting first, she made sure to hustle to Jasper’s door and open it for her,  [color=3caea0]“M’lady.”[/color] They were both legacies after all and it only made sense if she escorted her friend better than any hook up she’s ever had. 

Dee’s gesture managed to put a small smile on Jasper's face as she exited the vehicle. Going right along with her friend's antics, Jasper did a small curtsey in return. [color=BC8D8F]“Why thank you, My Knight.”[/color] A silly thing to say, it did hold some truth. Dee had been there to save Jasper more times than she could count. 

As they made their way into the bar - Jasper holding the door for Dee this time - the dark haired girl scanned the crowd, looking for familiar faces. She could spot Fiona setting up on stage. Bastien and Nolan at the bar, and the rest of the football team huddling in the corner looking like their usual no brained selves. Surprised that there was already a decent crowd inside, Jasper shrugged her shoulders and turned to Dee. [color=BC8D8F]“I’ll let you choose the table this time.”[/color] 

When Dee noticed Fiona, her eye twitched momentarily in annoyance. Why didn’t she text her saying she’d be performing tonight? Whatever. Bringing her focus back on Jasper, she hooked her arm on her hawt friend, well she was dressed like her this lovely night, and directed her to the center of Nectar’s, not too far from the bar,  [color=3caea0]“Oh, that won’t be necessary”[/color] Pulling up next to Millie Jean, and across from Nate so he could get a good view of them both, having no recollection of the drama that transpired earlier this week, Diana grinned at her friend,  [color=3caea0]“I already made a reservation.”[/color] 

Bringing her attention to the other two, she unceremoniously tossed her clutch on the table, [color=3caea0]“Do you all know each other or am I going to have to do the whole introduction thing?”[/color] 

[color=BC8D8F]“Fucking really, Diana?”[/color] It wasn’t every day that you had the opportunity to hear Jasper use her friend's real name. She usually reserved it for when she was especially angry at her better half, and now was one of those times. Lips curled, the young woman smiled at the blonde through gritted teeth as the waiter walked over. 

[b]“Can I get you guys anything?”[/b] she asked. 

[color=BC8D8F]“Vodka, please. Leave the bottle.”[/color] Turning to glance at Millie as her facial expression soured, Jasper handed the waitress her card. [color=BC8D8F]“Looks like I’m going to be needing it.”[/color] [/indent][/color]