[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210508/fff881eb0894ed434882e767abaf400d.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/cfB29rS.png[/img] [sub]A [@LovelyComplex], [@BrutalBx], & [@NeoAJ] Collab[/sub] [b]Featuring:[/b] [color=A95963]Kylee Grimm[/color], [color=C652D5]Mei Ramsey[/color], & [color=FD9100]Jillian O'Brien[/color] [b]With Guest Star:[/b] [color=598ba9]Hailey Grimm[/color] [sup]and a little bit of Garrett "Rhett" Cleary III[/sup] [b][color=#A95963]▃[/color][color=#AA5867]▃[/color][color=#AB586B]▃[/color][color=#AC5870]▃[/color][color=#AD5774]▃[/color][color=#AE5778]▃[/color][color=#AF577D]▃[/color][color=#B05781]▃[/color][color=#B15686]▃[/color][color=#B3568A]▃[/color][color=#B4568E]▃[/color][color=#B55693]▃[/color][color=#B65597]▃[/color][color=#B7559C]▃[/color][color=#B855A0]▃[/color][color=#B954A4]▃[/color][color=#BA54A9]▃[/color][color=#BB54AD]▃[/color][color=#BD54B1]▃[/color][color=#BE53B6]▃[/color][color=#BF53BA]▃[/color][color=#C053BF]▃[/color][color=#C153C3]▃[/color][color=#C252C7]▃[/color][color=#C352CC]▃[/color][color=#C452D0]▃[/color][color=#C551D5]▃[/color][color=#C854CC]▃[/color][color=#CA56C4]▃[/color][color=#CC59BC]▃[/color][color=#CE5BB4]▃[/color][color=#D05EAC]▃[/color][color=#D260A3]▃[/color][color=#D4629B]▃[/color][color=#D66593]▃[/color][color=#D9678B]▃[/color][color=#DB6A83]▃[/color][color=#DD6C7A]▃[/color][color=#DF6F72]▃[/color][color=#E1716A]▃[/color][color=#E37362]▃[/color][color=#E5765A]▃[/color][color=#E77851]▃[/color][color=#E97B49]▃[/color][color=#EC7D41]▃[/color][color=#EE8039]▃[/color][color=#F08231]▃[/color][color=#F28428]▃[/color][color=#F48720]▃[/color][color=#F68918]▃[/color][color=#F88C10]▃[/color][color=#FA8E08]▃[/color][/b][/center] [color=darkgray][indent]Kylee Grimm spent her day having a date with her ‘mother’. On days that she didn’t have much to look forward to, the sugarbaby that was trying to call herself ‘mommy’ went out of her way to use the youngest Grimm, that still lived in the nest, as a source of entertainment. To summarize Kylee’s day, they went to the mall, which was more Kylee watching Miss. Frenchie trying on many, many, many outfits, they got their nails done, and they grabbed a bite to eat at [i]Palermo[/i]. Throughout their day, they got plenty of stares, as per usual, but this time there was a mixed pot of feelings towards Kylee, who chose to start her day with valor. From what she could see, there was disdain, confusion, and hope. At least now she could guarantee she had listeners. At some point during that day, Kylee had texted her sister and the moment she stepped in the house, she turned right back out, dropping the shopping bags on the floor and leaving the blonde woman behind. [url=https://imgur.com/GH2mtbC]Hailey Grimm[/url] pulled up in her [url=https://driventoday.com/mardi/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/01-2015-Mustang-Convertible-018w-800.jpg]2015 Ford Mustang Convertible[/url] and the moment she came to a full halt, Kylee slipped in and hissed, [color=a95963]“Thank GOD. That woman is so goddamn needy.”[/color] She huffed and puffed and when she was finally done being extra, the brunette grinned at her sister, [color=a95963]“Haileyyyy, thank you! You are the absolute best.”[/color] [color=598ba9]“Uh-huh.”[/color] Hailey nonchalantly responded before snapping her gum, [color=598ba9]“You’re lucky I have some time,”[/color] Her sister, a natural sex ba-bomb, with perfume that created a welcoming haze, shook her head at her youngest sibling while shifting gears, leaving their father’s estate at full tilt. The baby princess knew Hailstorm had work tonight at [i]Edge of Sin[/i], so asking this of her last minute was an inconvenience, but she also knew that her sister hated that woman too. It wasn’t [i]that[/i] hard to state her case and convince her sissy to help her out. ‘Just this once.’ [color=a95963]“They’re at the Hole in the Wall, probably drunk as hell,”[/color] the mischievous gossip girl absentmindedly skimmed her socials, while her blue haired vixen of a sister sped through the streets. Glancing over to the girl in a pink berat, the promiscuous girl probed, [color=598ba9]“I’m surprised you’re sober honestly. You sure you got this? Whatever [i]this[/i] is tonight.”[/color] [color=a95963]“One of us needs to be the sober one, Hails, and I have no choice but to ‘have this’. I can only assume tonight will bring up Allison. My girls need me,”[/color] Kylee sighed, placing her phone on her lap, [color=a95963]“Plus, if I don’t show my face, after all the things I said this morning, I’ll be called a coward or whatever unclever thing my peers can come up with.”[/color] [color=598ba9]“Do you need a gun?”[/color] [color=a95963]“W-what?! No, no it’s fine. I think the last thing we all need is a gun in that place.”[/color] Jeez, sometimes she wondered if her sister’s screws were loose. If someone brought a gun at this event that was focusing on Charlie’s letters, that would just be sad and dumb. Very dumb. There probably would be cops not too far away from the scene anyways. Quickly changing the subject, Kylee started to talk about how crappy her day was. It got to the point that Hailey decided to drown her sister’s voice out with music. Her music. Hailey adored her sister, don’t get her wrong, but sometimes… she just didn’t know when to shut up. Sighing to herself, not oblivious to her sister’s annoyed expression, Kylee looked out the passenger seat window, at all the houses passing them by, waiting to get to their destination. She didn’t know how she felt about this but she hoped it wouldn’t be too painful of an experience for her friends.[/indent] [hr] [i]A couple hours before...[/i] [indent][color=C652D5][i]Rena: “I know a little bit. Me and Jill will be at the school tonight to catch this fucker! You should come by and bring your foxy cousin xxx”[/i][/color] Mei hit send on the message and then placed her phone back onto the damp wooden table which had been soaked by the spillage of one of her or Jillian’s many drinks. The Hole in the Wall was a great bar. The booze was cheap, the wings were to die for and the music wasn’t half bad and that was saying something considering Mei’s eclectic tastes. She pounded down her shot of vodka before chasing it with the Holes signature ale; Hazy Banshee; a mango and guava IPA that blends perfectly with those damn tasty wings. [color=C652D5]”You want wings? I want wings. RHETT!!!”[/color] The girl called out to the poor assistant manager of the bar. Rhett was a nice guy, they went to school with his sister. The dogged young man turned up at their booth looking tired. He would never understand why his father insisted on opening early and these girls had been there for hours. To be fair, he probably knew that the booze hound former cheerleaders were going to be his best customers. [color=C652D5]”More wings. Twenty-five plate, thank you handsome.”[/color] The poor server headed back to the kitchen to cook up some of those famous chicken wings whilst Mei threw back another shot. [color=C652D5]”I got a few requests for you to be back on the show this week, think you’d be down?”[/color] The first thing that was down was Jillian’s glass. It had made the trip from her lips to the table countless times since the girls arrived at the Hole. The condensation from the glass had made the landing a bit of a splash down at this point. The redhead had lost track of which number vodka cran she was on. It never really mattered in the end. All that mattered was that she stuck with the vodka. Mixing grains this early in the day was a recipe for mistakes. The second thing down was her elbow as she used her hand to prop up her head while she looked at her best friend. She was surprised to hear there were calls for the Ashes to rise again on Mei’s podcast. Granted, she was better equipped to tackle some of the darker subject matter nowadays compared to when her nickname was something more positive. Ashes was a pseudonym she came up with on the spot when Mei asked if she wanted to be on an episode. Now it was a thing. She laughed slightly. It was harder to do these days, but Mei was the one most likely to be able to pull them out of her, aside from maybe Danny on one of his absolute doof days. [color=fd9100]“Hard to believe I’m that much of a hit. I didn’t think I added that much to things, but I guess people like to hear two people talk about the mysteries of the macabre even if they have that fake Irish accent going on, huh?”[/color] The soothsaying banshee voice was also created on the spot, based on her grandmother’s lilting tones. It was a little slurred given Jill’s desire for G&Ts while recording, but it worked well enough for people to want her back apparently. Plus, it gave Jill a little bit of space between her real life and this world where she had answers from beyond. The glass made another round trip back to the table, but sounded hollow this time as another beverage was emptied. [color=fd9100]“But you’re lucky I take payment in wings, so I’ll be on the show anytime you’re offering.”[/color] Jill looked up at where Rhett was running back to the kitchen. [color=fd9100]“And another VC, Rhett!”[/color] she shouted as loud as she could muster. It wasn’t much these days, but it was something. Those wings were going to taste great in the shadow of her makeshift breakfast though. [color=fd9100]“So what’s the topic, anyway? Are you still planning on talking about Amanda? ‘Cause I mean, I’ve heard some shit, but I dunno how much you want out on the airwaves,”[/color] she warned. [color=C652D5]”You know me Jillybean. I got nothing that scares me and people deserve to hear the facts about what happened. There are too many damn lies floating around this town.”[/color] Mei didn’t really consider herself a journalist by any means yet it seemed to be the role that she acquired. She was a better looking Veronica Mars in leather and fishnets and felt things just a little too much. Of all the tragedies to befall this town, even those in no way connected to Mei, she felt them hard. One might describe her as an empath, attracted to the bitches, bad asses and broken things that the winds of darkness left behind in this godforsaken place. Perhaps this was why she and Jillian were as close as they were. Flashback but a few years and the two girls were worlds apart. If you were to line up the cheerleading squad of the Edenridge Celtics, you’d see what you’d expect. Bottled blondes, beautiful people and in the midst of it all, a fiery redhead and a wannabe goth. Through tragedy their bond was sealed and now at least on Mei’s side; she would die for the girl that sat before her, of that there was no question. [color=C652D5]”You should have heard Kylee’s show this morning. She had the reporter guy on, he sounded hot to be honest, wouldn’t be surprised if she mounted him then and there. I’m talking mucho sexual tension.”[/color] The thought of any kind of sexual fun made Mei just a tad thirsty. It had been a while since her last encounter and the need for some release was growing stronger with each drink. After yet another shot and a wing from the plate that Rhett has so graciously rushed from the kitchen, Mei looked her friend up and down and planted her hands firmly on the table. [color=C652D5]”You know what? Here’s the plan. You and I are going to get dolled up, fucked up then we’re going to go to that fucking school, kick the shit out of whoever is sending these damn letters and then we’re gonna get laid. We could both do with it. Don’t even question me on this, Jill.”[/color] The small girl was a force of nature, even if Jillian argued, she wouldn’t listen. [color=C652D5]”I’m gonna hit up Ky. We need a designated driver.”[/color] With that she pulled out her phone and dropped Kylee a message to meet them at the Hole. As Mei laid out the plan for the evening, Jill looked down at herself. Dolled up was going to be an effort to get to in her current state. Especially if it was a fighting-mode dolled up style. But there was no point in trying to change Mei’s mind. It was funny. It seemed Mei was more of a steadying influence in high school, keeping Jillian and her high-risk ideas for the squad in check before the redhead went too far beyond the team’s capabilities. Now? Polar opposite. Mei was the one who was ready to go out and do whatever it took. In contrast, Jillian was not in the state to be denying that desire. Certainly not with as much alcohol as she had enjoyed already. At least she still had spare makeup in her purse so she wouldn’t necessarily have to go back home. Her current outfit was more than all right for fighting. Tank top + short shorts = total mobility. [color=fd9100]“Why would I question you on this, Mei? Fuck that caligraphy asshole! Who the hell writes letters anymore anyway? IG it like a normal person!”[/color] Not that Jill would have had the desire to check the gram, but still. It was better than trying to hide those offending letters from her mother. Shannon was already a wreck after the shooting, unsure what she could have done to protect the baby or her friends. Jill had the levels of apathy needed to deal with it without more unnecessary care coming from mom. [color=fd9100]“I dunno if getting laid is in the cards for me though. I mean, more than happy to play wingwoman for ya, but I just dunno. Not a lot of guys in this town are worth it. I mean, if Danny is top-tier, what does that say about the state of Edenridge on that front? Especially if Kylee’s got the reporter on lock. You sure she’ll tear herself away from him to be able to pick us up?”[/color] [color=C652D5]”Oh for sure, she owes me.”[/color] Mei grabbed another wing and in the least lady-like way possible, demolished it in about three seconds flat. Thems was some good meats. [color=C652D5]”No one ever accused Danny Belimonte of being top tier talent, Jill. Maybe it’s time you came over to the dark side like me. Women rarely let you down, you know why? Cos women know women. Men are idiots.”[/color] Jillian laughed at Mei’s statement. She knew her friend wasn’t shy about her openness for any kind of relationship regardless of gender, but for Jill? She had experimented a bit in the past, usually at the bar when it was easy for her and Mei to get a few free drinks from the idiot men in exchange for a few seconds of lip-locking. However, there was no indication one of those idiot men would be worth her while. Who would be a better candidate among the women of the town though? As Rhett delivered the latest in her procession of beverages, she took a long, hard sip from the vodka cran and put it back down. [color=fd9100]“I’m not going to argue that one. Can’t count many times Kieren put Ronan in the washing machine when we were kids. But… I dunno. Giving men up completely? I’d need a pretty good reason.”[/color] [color=C652D5]”Who said anything about giving them up completely? Men are great for a distraction but for everything else? If I was to give my heart to anyone it’d be a woman.”[/color] Mei had uncovered her identity fairly early on in life. In fact it was probably after Allison’s death that she realised that her feelings for the beautiful departed went far beyond idolisation or sisterhood. In hindsight, it was purely infatuation but it was enough to convince her of what she was beneath the black clothes and make up. Mei loved Jillian as dearly as anybody could love anyone. She would be lying if she hadn’t peaked at her in the shower after a gruelling cheerleading session or two as she did with pretty much most of the squad but that was pure curiosity. Relationships were a thing to be cherished, at least in Mei Midnight's eyes and she was comfortable being friends, sisters or more with anyone in her life; it was her blessing and it was her curse. [color=C652D5]”We need more drinks. Rhett? Sweet pea? Mama needs another round!”[/color][/indent] [hr] [indent][color=598ba9]“Okay hurry your ass up. My phone is going crazy. Guessin’ I’ll be hard carrying tonight. Jade isn’t going to be in, and I’m sure other bitches called out. [i]Fuck[/i]. We’re understaffed.”[/color] Hailey pulled up in front of the Hole in the Wall. As she put the car in park, she grabbed her phone to catch up on the text messages from her coworkers. Kylee rolled her eyes and opened the passenger seat door, [color=a95963]“I [i]still[/i] don’t know why you work there. You don’t even need to.”[/color] Not looking away from her phone, texting back people, the dynamite stripper criticized her little sister, [color=598ba9]“At least I have a job.”[/color] [color=a95963]“Hey! I have my show. And I help you! [b]All the time.[/b]”[/color] Kylee protested as she stepped out in frustration. [i][color=a95963]Ungrateful, little bitch.[/color][/i] With an ice cold stare, the blue haired activist (or anarchist depending on who you ask) blew a large bubble with her gum, before popping it and taunting, [color=598ba9]“How’s that going for you?”[/color] Nope! This conversation was [i]over[/i]. Not having it, no longer interested in anything Hailey had to say, Kylee slammed the door and stormed to the front of the bar. Throwing the bar door open, the bell ringing to announce her presence, she scanned the room for customers that were [i]very[/i] drunk, [i]very[/i] loud, and [i]very[/i] cute. When she did see them, she didn’t approach immediately. Her dark gaze went to the man behind the bar first. He was wiping the surface down, being all cool and sexy and professional. No one feature made Rhett so handsome, though his jawline and eyes came close. It wasn’t fair how his kind of handsome just went through your bones, made you [i]shiver[/i] and just ugh. Why was it so easy for her, to this day, to imagine his lips on her’s? As Rhett’s gaze went to her, capturing her eyes and enslaving them, he smiled and waved. A charmer through and through. Letting her go, just as fast as he stole her breath away, Rhett went back to running his business and making the customers happy. Sighing in hopeless unrequited love, Kylee watched her first crush walk away, like he had always done in the past and then patted her cheeks. That was enough. Bringing her mind back on the priority, Kylee called out to the girls she knew all too well, [color=a95963]“Mei! Jillian!”[/color] hiding any anger she had experienced with her sister moments ago. Energetically, the mayor’s daughter inquired, [color=a95963]“You guys… good?”[/color] Once her voice double-made her presence known at this place of business, Kylee pranced her way to the cutie patooties that have not exiled her for being innately petty, judgy, and kind of a brat. The ones that loved her for her! Upon the arrival of her friend, Mei stood up to her full, tiny height and pressed a beer and wing tasting kiss onto Kylee’s soft lips. Flashes of past evenings popped up in her mind for a moment before planting herself back down onto her seat. [color=C652D5]”We’re all good, Goddess. We’re gonna blow this damn letter mystery straight out of the water. Bitch just call me Velma.”[/color] [color=fd9100]“Not sure I like that making me Daphne by default, but I guess I resemble the remark,”[/color] Jillian added. In all honesty, the comparison made sense given some of the thoughts in her mind at the moment. She was pretty sure Daphne and Velma were doing something together, since Shaggy was too busy with drugs and food, and who would want to do anything with someone wearing an ascot? If it wasn’t for the honey-garlic flavor Mei applied to Kylee’s lips, she would have taken a shot at seeing if it was better than the tequila she usually got. Still, Ky was here. It was a good reason to not think about that sort of thing. [color=C652D5]”Just saying you’d look fantastic in purple, Ashes.”[/color] [color=fd9100]“And I’m just saying I’m not helping you take care of any giant great dane you find.”[/color] Jill punctuated this remark with a wink and a stuck-out tongue. [color=fd9100]“Anyway, one more of these VCs and I’ll probably be good. Besides these wings are better eaten here than on the road, and I can’t try and get fully riled up for a beat down on an empty stomach. Thanks for the lift, by the way.”[/color] [color=a95963]“Anytimes, babes.”[/color] Kylee looked between her two friends, while licking her lips clean from Mei’s flavorful kiss. Hm. If Mei was Velma and Jillian was Daphne, what did that make her? A gender-bent Fred? Huh. Shaking the random thought away, she took her phone out to text her sister that they’d be out soon. [/indent] [hr] [indent][center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umWmstxWtvk][i]Me and your girlfriend playin' dress up at my house I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch She cute, kawaii, hentai boobies, that excites me I think she really likes me, asked politely, can I (woo-hoo)[/i][/url][/center] The car ride consisted of drunk girl laughter, a lot of questions and compliments towards Hailey, and a sing-along to Hailey’s cover of Slumber Party (by Ashnikko), among other songs on her phone. With how rowdy this ride was getting, Kylee had to roll her window down. The thirst and repressed sexual tension was just [i]a lot[/i]. She needed [i]air[/i]. Part of her wished she let loose and got drunk herself, or gave no fucks like her sister, but if she did that, no one would take care of her friends. This was the burden she’d bear because she didn’t want anyone to take advantage of them. Kylee didn’t know how Hailey could be this way, never setting a good example as one of the mayor’s daughters, but then again, Hails had always been kind of this way. Wild, exciting, and cocky, with a bigger ‘sword’ than any guy she knew. For as long as Ky could remember, her sister was many people’s wet dreams, especially in highschool. She recalled people approaching her freshman year, boys and girls, just to see if they could get introduced to the Hailstorm of Edenridge High. Maybe that’s why Roddy and her worked so well as friends. They both struggled in the shadows of their older siblings. When people talked to them, it wasn’t for them, it was for Francis or Hailey. Hailey was a cheerleader in Allison’s year, rest in peace Allison, and considered popular like Miss Cheer Captain. Even so, she transcended her cheermates by not really giving a shit; not about her future, not about what people thought of her, and certainly not about rules. Hails had a way of brushing off all the rumors or squashing them when it involved people in her circle or herself. On top of her not shying away from her intimidating. anarchy attitude, she openly shaked what her daddy gave her. A big ass and tits to match. You know Missy Pantone from Bring It On? A born trouble-maker that isn’t innately girly, whose abrasive, punkish, and dark. That was basically her sister. Someone that shouldn’t have fit on the cheer squad, yet really made it work because she was sex incarnate. It also helped that behind all the bitch, she was team-oriented, which was what Alison liked. But really, we all know what got her on the team was her [i]sex appeal[/i] and her ability to twist, turn, flip, and fly, making others thirsty by simply existing. If Allison asked, Hails would flash her tits, if that meant they’d win. Clearly, Kylee would never know how to use her body like her sister does, nor pretend to be above it all, because sadly, she cared deeply about a lot of things. So yeah, at this point in time, the youngest Grimm tried her best to numb herself to her sister’s existence. Be less insecure. This wasn’t highschool anymore and they were in two different worlds. Thankfully. When they entered the parking lot of their old school, a feeling of ominous nostalgia fell over the Grimm girls. They hadn’t been at this place for what felt like ages. It was weird to be back. When Hails pulled up in front of the gym, she offered, [color=598ba9]“Call me if you need me. If not. Link and Ken should be home from Boston within the next hour. Other than that, be careful and don’t take any shit.”[/color] If Edge of Sin wasn’t so understaffed, she would love to find out what this was all about and who was sending Charlie’s letters to the whole town. That was neither here nor there though. She knew eventually these girls would share their findings, whether privately or publicly. [color=598ba9]“Seriously though. If anything happens. We are a call away.”[/color] Narrowing her eyebrows, Kylee surveyed her sister’s seriousness and surprisingly stern visage. She was being genuine even if she was kind of a bitch earlier (on their way to pick up Mei and Jill). [color=a95963][i]I suppose I can forgive her…[/i][/color] No one fucked with a Grimm kid and got away with it. If you expected to not have problems with the rest of them, you were clearly mistaken. They could pick on each other but the moment someone overstepped with their sibling, shit hit the fan. [color=a95963]“Yeah, I know… thanks.”[/color] Jillian was certainly in a better mood from the start of the day. From the wings with Mei, to getting to catch up with another one of her mentors from cheerleading, complete with singalong, to the fact that she had copious amounts of alcohol in her system (with the half bottle of vodka in her possession still untouched), things were on the up and up today. Plus reconnecting with Hailey Grimm had the chance to fix a cash flow issue she had been having lately. [color=fd9100]“Thanks for the ride, Hails! Let me know what they say, eh? I can start whenever!”[/color] It was time to get serious though. There was some letter-writing fool in here that needed an ass-kicking. She removed the bottle from her bag and held it in a manner that suggested either a drink or a clonk would be coming, and whoever was in the old school would determine which happened first. A fire had been lit under Mei after that car ride. Between being around an icon like Hailey Grimm and the copious amounts of adult orientated beverages she had had, she was eating to go. The talk of dancing at the Edge got her all hot and bothered in multiple different ways as the mere existence of ReyRey fucking Gonzales made her blood boil but the thought of his dancing girls, well he sure knew how to pick them; Hailey, Jade and if Jillian were to sign up Mei would have to reserve a permanent booth at the Sin; to gawk and to protect. She should wear a badge. Grabbing a nearby piece of wood from the floor, the goth girl began to swing it in her hand gracefully. She may be drunk but years of training never just disappear and Daddy Ramsey would not be best pleased if his baby girl couldn’t protect herself or those she loved. [color=C652D6]”Let’s get this fucker.”[/color] The door to the gym was open; a fabled almost mythical place. The Edenridge Celtics were somewhat of a high school sports dynasty; a religion in this town and this was their church. Mei had spent four years of her life between these walls in a tiny white and green uniform, flashing her ass to keep the rowdy Irish invested. What even was high school? As she scanned the large echoing room, the familiar Snow White hair of a long held enemy. [color=C652D5]”Well well.”[/color][/indent][/color]