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my life be like OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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I am also not like other girls. I am not a girl.
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NEVER forgive. ALWAYS forget. Remain in a perpetual state of confusion and anger forever!
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Honey is the best insect vomit I’ve had so far.
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It's fucked up that there are 1000 Christmas songs but only one song about the boys being back in town.
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"Hagan told me to ask you about my flask?"
The Campsite @Surtr Inc



From: Brit
I'm good - I just needed to go to the bathroom, and get away from them. I'll meet you there in a second.


Dexter leaned up against his car and sighed, but decided not to push. Britney wasn't his responsibility, and she was a grown ass adult too. She could text him if she needed him. He shook his head and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He shivered again, and was very suddenly missing the warmth of the campfire. And his drink, if Hagan hadn't drank it or dumped it or whatever primates did when given inebriating substances. Dexter trudged his way back to the campsite, kicking a few rocks and mumbling the tune of some song he heard in the car that he couldn't quite remember the lyrics of. As he walked, the regular sounds of the forest were drowned out by the sound of shouting.

"Because you're a creep - not just any creep, but an entitled creep!"

"I'm gonna show you I'm good as everyone else you let in your pants!"

"Hey, let go of me!"

Dexter knew those voices- that was Scott and Claire. He picked up the pace to a brisk jog. He was close enough to them that he didn't have to worry about sprinting, he'd have to play this like he stumbled on them. He slowed as he rounded some trees, almost sliding and falling down in some leaves, but managed to right himself by grabbing onto the trunk of a tree. He steadied himself and trudged closer, and Claire, Zoey, and Scott came into view. He was off to the right and somewhat behind Scott, but not enough to be approaching directly from behind. Claire and Zoey would very easily be able to see him approaching. He would have to play this diplomatically- he was on good terms with Scott and he wanted to maintain that because you never knew when that could come in handy, but he couldn't let him have his way with Claire. He'd have to pretend he stumbled onto them by chance.

"Oh hey Scott!" Dexter said, announcing his presence from a a couple dozen feet away. Scott visibly tensed up, but released Claire and quickly returned the hand to his side. Primary objective completed. Dexter pretended not to have noticed that he had grabbed her at all. "Didn't know you were coming tonight. How's it goin' man?" he said as he got closer, lightly cuffing Scott on the right shoulder and pivoting around him, positioning himself within a comfortable distance from Scott but still positioning himself between Scott and Claire. He turned somewhat to pretend like he was trying to include Claire in the conversation, but kept them his shoulder-width apart. He spoke to Claire, trying to think on his toes. "Hagan told me to go ask you about my flask?"

That was a lie, he hadn't even been back to the fire yet. But it was believable enough- it wouldn't be unreasonable to think that Hagan had thrown it somewhere, or was busy drinking the whole thing and wanted to get Dex off his back, or had given it to someone else and told Dex to ask Claire to send him on a goose chase. But he also wanted to get them all out of the woods, literally. He had to get them back to the fire, and around people again where Scott wouldn't be willing to do anything brash again. Dexter's watch beeped, and he checked it. 9:00PM. He looked between the three people around him. "We should all head back to the fire, by the way. It's kinda chilly out here."
So this means Rita and Claire are best friends for life now, right? I think I read that the right way.


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Just stopping by to say that I'm jumping out of this. It's a bit too fast and crowded for me! And frankly, above my roleplay level. Have fun everyone!
Prisk


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"Woah, hey, this isn't where I parked my car."
The Campfire @Surtr Inc



As the group continued talking, the hum of an engine came into earshot.

It had started off as a relatively normal evening for Dexter, all things considered. A cherry read Mazda drove lackadaisically along the dirt road and pulled up next to the other vehicles at 8:30PM on the dot. Dexter had fought with the foldable chair to get it out of his admittedly small trunk, walked over to the group, a set out said chair.

"Woah, hey, this isn't where I parked my car." he said, imitating a typical stoner's voice and prompting a few smiles around the fire.

He was a well liked guy- and Claire and Britney had both invited him. He was familiar with most of the group here, and their antics were worth the show. He looked down at his watch again- 8:45, and as night began taking hold his lingering thoughts were on Callie and the fact that he was sitting next to Hagan. He hasn't felt legitimately threatened by the guy in a long time, because everyone knows you don't beat on a kid like him. It's kind of a rule. He'd been bullied mercilessly like everyone else by the guy right up until the day of his family's accidents, but then he'd been out of school for six weeks, and when he'd re-appeared out of nowhere, his peers had kept their distance. In a way, it was the worst and best thing to happen to him- because after those accidents he was finally given space to be himself. Now the worst he gets is Hagan shoving him into things and insulting him in ways that he'd gotten used to back in pre-K. He's 18. It's not like one of ten frequently repeated adjectives are really gonna bring him down.

He cast his eyes up at the sky once more and felt a small chill go through him. Just more Montana weather, he had mused. He passed on the alcohol that was being passed around in favor of his own. He pulled a hip flask that he had brought for himself. It was typical silver, but with a black leather sleeve over the steel's body to attract less attention. It was filled with combination of Rum and vanilla coke, and it was good. He wasn't a big fan of being drunk, but he could appreciate a good buzz. Three shots per can- and it filled his flask nicely. His mom helped him out when it came to getting his own drinks- they had a good relationship like that, and it wasn't like he had ever done anything to make her distrust him. It was Montana for goodness' sake!

When the marijuana started to get passed around, Britney took off. Dexter understood that, he would have to as well. Not because he necessarily disliked weed as much as it would destroy his mother if she found out he touched the stuff- not to mention the ramifications from a potential FAA random drug test. Aviation is fun, he swears it.

But be that as it, he didn't like his friend taking off alone. Bad things happen to people at night alone- especially near wilderness areas like this one.

"Hey, Hagan, try this." Dexter said, nonchalantly depositing his flask in the man's lap knowing full well Hagan would probably drink the whole thing in his absence just to be, well, himself. No huge loss. Dexter could hold his alcohol but he would still have to drive so no at the end of the day harm no foul. He stood up from his seat and walked past Claire and Zoey. He patted Claire on the back as he passed her and said, "Be right back." and continued on in the direction Britney had gone.

He walked for a minute or so, but stopped once he reached his car. Still no Brit. He pulled out his phone to shoot her a text and frowned. No servic- ONE BAR. Hell yes, Verizon.

His watch beeped and his eyes were drawn to the small illuminated numbers that denoted the time at the top of his phone. 8:50PM. He sent her a message, and hoped beyond hope that it would deliver.

To: Brit
I'm by the cars- where are you, are you okay?

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The plan is for Dexter to get tentacled fucked by twenty times in a row until not even his expansive asshole can take anymore.


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