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[hr][right][sub]𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [color=#d8875f]physically? the quad. mentally? bored.[/COLOR]
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 [COLOR=#d8875f]bored and honestly? lonely asf[/color]
𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐝[COLOR=#d8875f] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/26/dc/a8/26dca8f8c6c3c0817c269bcbf5af3245.jpg]⋱[/url] [/color] 
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=faf0e6]The Star[/color] [@Horangi] | [color=9dd8cb]The Know-it-all[/color] [@nasty]| [COLOR=#779894]The Artificer[/color] 
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=7b909d]The Candyman[/color] [.Horangi] [/sub][/right][hr]
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Classes here were on the up and up. Attending OIC was supposed to "open doors" for her with her desired degree choice. At least that was the spiel they had given her when she showed interest in their booth at the convention. Vann Santos should have known with them being at a convention of all places that it probably wouldn't increase her chances no more than some community college. It definitely dipped into her pockets a lot deeper than she intended. [COLOR=#d8875f][sub][i]'Can't do anything about that now,'[/i][/sub][/color] she thought as she situated herself on a bench. Just perched out in the sun, gathering up the rays like a lazy cat in a window.

The days were going smoothly - so far - and with all the commotion this [i]Ms Fortuna[/i] has caused she was surprised at the lax atmosphere. Well, as lax as it could be with Homecoming just hours away. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the thought. [COLOR=#d8875f]"Didn't know universities did high school shit like this. [i]Buuuuuuut[/i],"[/color] she reasoned with herself, [COLOR=#d8875f]"It [i]is[/i] a chance to stir something. Maybe hit up a party."[/color] It wasn't hard to convince herself that this event could lead to bigger and better - more exciting - activities than a football game. At least one she didn't give a shit about.

As she waited outside, soaking up the sun she thought about her recent bouts of excitement. Rekindling of friendship with Eden. Rather, finding out he also attends OIC and chatting with him. It reminded her of the old days. It also reminded her of how much she misses the old days. How this new 'ship with him felt odd and out of place. Something she definitely doesn't like. Vann shook her head and made a face as if she tasted something rank. Her rendezvous with Vaupel. Tossing and turning in the sheets with the wildcat really sparked a sense of urgency within the Cuban. It was fueled with a sort of dislike. Similar to hate fucks - but without all the necessary baggage that comes from intimately hating someone. It was... exciting. Then of course her meet up with Ro at Envy - that was a fun filled night. Dancing, music, rhythmic bodies swaying together all enhanced with drugs of choice she preened at the memories. 

An idea struck her and with it she rode the trail as she slipped her phone out and opened up a recent text thread with her favorite [i]"Candyman"[/i]

[quote]To: [color=7b909d]dadddyy ro🤪[/color]
ayyy daddy whatchu doin'
im lookin' for molly you seen her [img]https://i.imgur.com/NwNNCCm.gif[/img][/quote]

She chuckled at the nickname Ms Fortuna had dubbed him. How fitting. Though, she supposed not everyone knew about his hustle and therefore it would be a stab at his reputation. How in the world "Tuner" ruins her? She had no idea. Vann was sure she would find out soon enough. Now, it was just a waiting game. Throwing a frustrated sigh up into the air she flopped down onto the warmed concrete seat of hers. 

Ever since her latest hookup the craving for touch and quality time seems to have skyrocketed. Maybe not with [i]her[/i] per se... but someone. Others. More people? Less people? She hoped that a party would take place at some point during the weekend. Win or lose this stupid game. [COLOR=#d8875f][sub][i]'El's gotta have something going on, yeah?'[/i][/sub][/color] She made a mental note to bother him about it later. A perfect place to get shitfaced and high and then fuck away any of the cloudiness that bogged down her fun. This place has seemingly caught her attention and lost it all in the span of a few minutes. On the flip side, she actually [i]likes[/i] this place. Most of the time. It just... lacks a certain kick in the ass. Pretentiousness oozes outta the cracks like sweat from tourists in Miami. The Miami native shuddered at the memory as she continues lounging in the quad.

Taking in the scene around her, people making their way to and from classes, chatting away animatedly large grins plastered on their faces - it sent a pang of jealously through her. Vann wanted that close connection with people. Didn't help that most people tended to be on the receiving end of her bite more-so than a friendly joke or banter. With a heavy sigh she looked to her screen once more. A new app, one that was promoted heavily across all other platforms, as being able to notify the user for "love" was there. Calling out to her, making it's presence known and wanting to be used. Her well manicured finger hovered over the app icon. An internal battle waging as to whether or not she was bored enough. She obviously was to install the stupid thing. But to open and use it? [i]Psht.[/i] C'mon. Right? Another look around the quad and she had her answer. 

                            [COLOR=#d8875f]"What's the worst that could happen?"[/color]
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