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Quickly brushing herself off, Billie turned away from the unnamed guy in a desperate and quick attempt to find anyone she would actually want to associate with. Alina or Melissa had to have been here [i]somewhere[/i], right? Scanning the room while standing on her tiptoes, Billie only turned back to look at the dumpster fire while it was speaking. 

Glaring, Billie crossed her arms as her facial expression went from pissed off to absolute disgust. 

Waving her hand dismissively, she scoffed. [color=93E9BE]”I would rather die,”[/color] she said, forcing down the instinct to hurl. 

Before she had the chance to clap back about the cheesy line that he threw at her, another disappointing man came waltzing over to quote Hamilton. 

[color=93E9BE][i]Not impressed,[/i][/color] she thought. Unless someone could surpass Nicholas’s knowledge of musicals and Broadway plays, Billie would forever remain uninterested and disappointed. 

Frowning, she looked the new comer up and down. [color=93E9BE]”And you strike me as a talking STD.”[/color] she retorted. [color=93E9BE]“Tell me - what exactly made you think I wanted to talk to you? I’m [i]genuinely[/i] curious. Did you just think that you could toss a Hamilton line and I’d drop my panties for you?”[/color] Looking back and forth between Dumpster Fire and STD, Billie rolled her eyes. [color=93E9BE]”Are [i]all[/i] Rosefell guys this shallow,”[/color] she asked Dumpster Fire. 
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