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[color=b13a3a]”Lexi,”[/color] she responded with her own smile. It was seemingly friendly, but look at it long enough and it got unnerving- almost predatory. Instead of handing over her lighter, she flicked on the little flame and leaned in to light the tip of the cigarette between his teeth. [color=b13a3a]”It’s pronounced [i]lighter[/i].”[/color]

She spoke slower, words almost drawled but clear enough he should be able to understand her better. It wasn’t out of any kindness, obviously. But there was no point if he didn’t catch half of what she was saying.

With him taking the smoke, she was a bit on the fence with how to treat him. Did she immediately tear him down, or try to wrap him around her finger for fun? The accent was a bit of a turn off, but he wasn’t so bad to look at. New too, so he wasn’t running crying at the sight of her like those pathetic little bitches she’d given ‘too much’ of a tongue lashing. 

It would be easy to taunt him for his awful English or shabby clothes, even pretend to be offended at how long he’d stared at her before responding. But those were surface level things and Lexi preferred to dig deeper. Stupid oafs like Tyler would latch onto something easy and run with it, but where was the fun in that? She’d dig until she found something interesting.

[color=b13a3a]”You don’t look happy to be here. Party too much for you? Or is it the opposite, and it’s too boring?”[/color] She asked, continuing to talk slowly, gaze fixed on him. [color=b13a3a]”I prefer mine smaller and wilder. Only good thing about parties like this is meeting new people,”[/color] she pointed at him, [color=b13a3a]“and watching the old ones fuck up. That’s the [i]most[/i] fun. People here get sloppy embarrassingly quickly. Take our school queen for example.”[/color]

Her finger turned towards the bathroom door, sharp eyes catching Vicky stumbling out with the help of her forgettable friend. She was looking forward to getting to her later. She left what she meant by fuck up ambiguous beyond drinking, even if her tone was clearly mocking. Either he’d prove himself a boring and good piece of shit by protesting her saying something like that, he’d be interesting enough to ask, or he’d just not care.

[color=b13a3a]”What about you, Camille? What kinda shit do you enjoy?”[/color] She asked languidly, followed by a long drag of her cigarette. [color=b13a3a]“Cause it’s clearly not this. I can make it more exciting, if that’s what you're looking for.”[/color]

Or she could make it much, much worse.