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[color=FFA54D]"I could never say no to a drink."[/color]

[color=steelblue]”I think you and I are going to have a grand time tonight.”[/color]

There wasn’t any denying in both the way Nicholas pleasantly smirked at the shorter redhead who so graciously accepted his offering, which totally wasn’t a random red solo cup he didn’t find on some table along the way to her, that he was looking forward in getting to know exactly who she was. Of course, he always felt this way about any beautiful ginger, regardless of gender identity. All they needed was to remind him of those memories, the fond ones growing up when he fell in love with Blossom and how, even if they didn’t realize it, they captured his curiosity, pulling it towards him like their hair was the red cape and he was the bull, mindlessly charging.

Nicholas took a medium step closer to her, maintaining a fixated, invested, though not appearing [i]too[/i] desperate, with hers. Even from afar, Nicholas knew she was someone special because of how the light from the bulbs above sparkled in her gentle blue eyes. She was even better up close.

[color=steelblue]”So, you have a name—”[/color]

[color=93e9be]”Absolutely the fuck [i]not[/i].”[/color]

Nicholas heard a familiar voice, one that he was usually always happy to hear. But that tone. He knew that Billie always carried herself with that tone when she was about to ruin [i]his[/i] fun.

[color=93e9be]Nicholas Salvador Grey--”[/color]

[i]And there she goes, using my full name like she’s our mother.[/i] Nicholas’ thought was concluded as she came charging in like the more intense, though noticeably shorter twin bull-of-a-sister she was. [color=steelblue]“Did you really need to do that?”[/color] His question, no matter how rhetorical, was obviously met with an already nasty expression his usually-pleasant twin used so rarely, especially when directing at him. It was only when he was going to enjoy himself with someone that she magically appeared.

[color=93e9be]“[i]We are not doing this again.[/i]”[/color]

He gave his sister an equally, though slightly less obvious, nasty expression back at her. [color=steelblue]“And what, Billie Jean Grey--” [i]Say my name, I declare yours[/i] “--would that be, exactly?”[/color]

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