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[color=f26522]“I agree, I agree,”[/color] Isla nodded somewhat violently, knowing that Penny was definitely right about the not blinking in private but being too tired to have considered the safety when she did it. She let out a content groan as she practically knocked back the entire frappuccino. It was kind of shit, but it was the exact caffeine hit she’d needed. [color=f26522]“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.”[/color]

She had half zoned out what Penny was asking, and didn’t get an opportunity to answer when one of the girls mentioned walked up nearby. Her answer would have been that she didn’t have a clue, aside from the fact they full on grappled during their little capture the flag. Maybe they just hated each other.

She properly zoned out after the conversation left her, leaning against the wall while waiting for the coffee to kick in. She was looking forward to being able to actually pay attention the rest of the drive. She’d hardly seen any of America! Might as well make the most of it. Ah shit she couldn’t wait. Now that the caffeine was beginning to flow around her body she was feeling a bit of a buzz, verging on knowing she would have far too much energy soon. 

[quote=Penny]“Isla, put me right in front of that dickhead. Just make sure you’re behind me when you do.” [/quote]

[color=f26522]“Huh- Shit!” [/color]she was jerked out of her half out of it state, noticing that there was some kind of cowboy hold up going on inside the shop. Fuck, America really was scary with it’s loose gun laws. [color=f26522]“On it!”[/color]

Isla pushed herself off the wall and jumped behind Penny. She grabbed onto her shoulders, looked into the shop with narrowed eyes, and blinked them right in front of the cowboy. Maybe a little too close, she’d ended up a little off and put them within arm’s reach of him. 

Thank god for the coffee, or she’d be right back asleep after blinking them both. 

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Maya nodded her thanks when Quinn handed her a cigarette and lit it, before leaning back against the wall to take a long drag of it. Instantly she felt less agitated, less like she was going to blast everyone around her. She let out a blow of smoke before talking to Quinn. 

[color=FireBrick]“Distaste? But yeah, lessening that,”[/color] she offered up, raising an eyebrow as Quinn’s little (not) girlfriend jogged up. Her attention was distracted by Penny throwing a frappuccino at her, which she awkwardly caught with her good hand. [color=FireBrick]“Thanks.”[/color]

She awkwardly opened it and took turns drinking it and smoking (not a great combo, but she didn’t really give a fuck right now) while listening into Quinn and Grace’s conversation. She snorted when it ended. Her laugh wasn’t entirely unkind as she answered Quinn’s question. [color=FireBrick]“Uh, yeah, everyone thought that. You guys are practically joined at the hip. But you know what, I get it, everyone seems to think me and Trevor are dating when we’re not.”[/color]

Though that was a totally different scenario where she very much wanted in his pants and [i]would[/i] get in there, eventually.

She shrugged and went back to smoking, not too bothered by the silence. It was honestly better that way. She was hardly in the mood to talk right now. 

[quote=Quinn]"So… How's your finger?” [/quote]

[color=FireBrick]“About how you’d expect a broken finger to be,”[/color] Maya responded, about to go on to say something similar about the small talk when a man on a fucking horse turned up. She gaped at the sight, dropping her basically burnt out cigarette to reach up and rub her eyes. Nope, he was really. 

She turned away from the shop when he went inside. Not her problem. [color=FireBrick]“Do cowboys normally roam around the streets here?” [/color]

She asked it to no one in particular, noticing quickly that the strange Scottish girl and their tag along had disappeared inside the shop. She sighed but still didn’t move. She really didn’t want to destroy an entire shop to try and get rid of some hillbilly. Everyone else could handle themselves. If he came outside, though? Fair game.

[color=FireBrick]“Why does shit always happen when we’re around…”[/color]