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dahliablackwood:

“Your passport? Camden!” Dahlia looked guiltily at Camden and tried to stop coughing. “I don’t know what I was thinking! I sort of figured of if it was sugar it would smell sweet? I’m never going to make it in the real world,” she starts coughing again. “Cam? I’ve really done it this time, haven’t I? What on Earth am I going to do?” Dahlia got up and started pacing. “Maybe I just inhaled a little. What if the people who the cocaine belongs to come looking for us and they notice that some of the cocaine is gone?” She stopped pacing and ran to the window, closing the curtains and locking the door. Dahlia had always been paranoid, but the idea of druglords coming to look for her was making her quite jittery. She sat back down and began drumming her fingers on her lap. “If we fill the rest of the bag with flour, will they notice the difference? They would probably notice the difference in consistencies. Is there a way to easily separate cocaine and flour? If there was, the drug lords would know it.” Dahlia turned back to Camden. “I’m too young and too beautiful to die like this, killed by a cartel. I’m British! I’ve never ever come into contact with a drug cartel.”

“Dahlia, fucking Merlin, you are in no place to judge me right now. Give it a minute, you’re going to be high as a kite,” He ran a hand through his hair, tugging gently at the ends of it, and motioned for her to set the back on the table. “I suppose it wouldn’t be fair of me to let you experience something so psychedelic alone, so... have you got a card of some sort?” He tipped the bag until it spilled a pile of its contents onto the table and fished through his pocket until he pulled out a bill from his pocket. “I’ve only seen this in movies, so I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I do know I’ve gotta separate this into lines.” He shrugged, patiently waiting for her to give him something to push the powder apart with. “It’s, like, grossly sticky,” He mumbled, frowning. “Stop worrying about the cartel, babe-- we’ll... handle it, okay? Promise. But freaking out when you’re about to be high is certainly not the way to go into it. Take a deep breath.”

#closed; dahlia

dahliablackwood:

She nodded along. “This is starting well, clubbing and being exhausted. Isn’t this the first episode of Kimmy Schmidt?” She continued to listen to his story, wincing at some of the details. “You didn’t check the backpack? I told you not to buy such a generic bag,” her eyes bugged out of her head. “Cam! Is that actual cocaine? Someone’s going to be looking for that. They’re going to find us!” She grabbed the bag to inspect how much trouble they were actually in and accidentally took a whiff. “Oh whoops.” Dahlia looked up at Camden, eyes wide.”

“No, this is a very real situation and very real cocaine, and I’m freaking the fuck out. Her bag just got stolen from her in the show-- I’d trade that for this any day. Not the point, anyways,” He shook his head. “I didn’t think my bag would get switched out for this! That wasn’t in my thought process when I was leaving-- would anyone fuckin’ think to check their stuff for cocaine?” He trailed off, his voice shaking slightly, and he lifted one of the bags of powder out to Dahlia. “Of course it’s real coke. Oh, God-- I didn’t even think about the person who’s gonna come looking for me once they realize they’ve got my shit. My passport is in that bag. We’re dead. Done. Goners.” He watched as the other took the bag from his hand, eyes widening in panic as she pressed her nose to the drug and looked up at him, her reaction mirroring his. “Did you just.. smell the cocaine?”

#closed; dahlia

elvistaylors:

“Hey, quick question,” Elvis walked up, pulling out a small piece of fabric. “Is this blue or green…?”

“That’s definitely blue, mate,” Camden nodded, looking at the other quizzically. “Need help with any other colors or do you have it from here?”

#c; elvis

katcarlisle:

“My story got picked up!” Kat bounced around the room. “It feels so great having something that I wrote being published!”

“Surprise, surprise,” He mumbled, pulling her in for a congratulatory hug. “Even though I’m not all that surprised. What’s the story about? I feel like a proud dad.”

#c; kat

fionalaurent:

“Tea leaves can’t hold a candle to you, mate.” Fiona smiled, and playfully rolled her eyes, “come beside me, you’re too far away,” Fiona leaned her head against the window of the cafe as she asked him to come closer, letting go of his hand and holding her arms open. “Aren’t you thrilled to be back home?” Fiona sighed, the patter of the rain hitting the window, “I feel like I’m glad to be with you in England, is that weird?”

He scrambled to get closer to her at the sound of her invitation, one arm winding its way around the back of her as his other hand wrapped possessively around her thigh. “Hi,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face gently into the crook of her neck. “I am, yeah-- I’m all for travel, but I was beginning to miss England... which isn’t something I ever thought I’d catch myself saying,” He pulled back to look at the other’s face, still grinning. “I think I’d be glad to be anywhere with you.”

#u can thank me later #look at his lil squinty smile my baby :(((((#c; fiona

fionalaurent:

Looking up at him, Fiona smiled softly, “well yeah, I mean, they’re tea leaves,” Fiona said taking what he said quite literally, “ they’re not going to tell me much besides the most vague thing ever quite honestly,” she held her hand out for him, wanting him to sit down and join her, “just being a little selfish, I don’t want anyone to leave. What about you, babe? Also, hold my hand? Let’s be the sickeningly sweet ones out in the open,”

“Hey, I’m only trying to be your philosophical, words of wisdom guru since the tea leaves aren’t doing it for you,” He grinned, hand immediately finding hers as he took the seat in front of her. “I can’t say I blame you, darling. It’s nice to be here with you like this,” he admitted, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as his lips curved upward.

#c; fiona

fionalaurent:

“See, that says that I’ve gained greatly, but that shows that I’ve yet to come across an even greater loss..” Fiona looked down into the cup and closed her eyes, “…and I’m not ready..”

“You know... not all losses are bad things. There’s all that bullshit about how everything happens for a reason. And maybe the reason is just unclear right now,” He shrugged, his voice gentle. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

#c; fiona

fionalaurent:

“Pretty much, so please try to contain yourself and resist this, courtesy of me, of course,” she laughed softly, obviously joking. “Oh, wow,” Fiona frowned softly when she heard about his parents, “yeah, I remember you used to tell me about it. Is your mum alright?”

“Resist? You? Never-- it’s not something I’m capable of doing.” He shook his head. “He’s just not handling this whole divorce thing as well as we originally anticipated. Like, I thought they were on the same page, but... showing up to her house pissed out of his mind doesn’t exactly prove he’s handling it like a real adult.”

#c; fiona

fionalaurent:

“I’ve been in the infirmary day in and day out, saving lives, you know, the usual,” she smiled smugly, “what about you, cutie?”

“Oh, wow-- I’m in the presence of a real-life superhero. To whom do I owe the honor?” He grinned. “Honestly? Shit nothing. I’ve been meaning to go see Dree, but I had some shit going on with my mum and my dad being a bit of an ass, so... had to tend to that, y’know?”

#c; fiona

fionalaurent:

“Come off it. Has it really been hours? I like looking at things I like, sue me,”

"Yes, a whole 72 hours, actually. Where’ve you and your pretty self been?”

#c; fiona

kainedario:

“I don’t think it is at all. Besides, I already have alcohol.”

“Ah, yes, alcohol, but you didn’t have a Camden up until now. Let me hang around, it’ll be fun.”

#c; kaine

dahliablackwood:

“Yikes, babe. Breathe. Now you really have my attention,” she said, putting down the magazine she had been reading. “I solemnly swear that I will not judge you until after you have told me the full story. Okay, so it was an accident and you’re totally innocent? Tell me this, do I need to help you hide a body? Because I promised myself I wouldn’t do that again after last time,” she winked.

“Okay, so, there I was...” he started, dramatically letting out an exasperated sigh. “I was at a club somewhere in town, and I’d been hiking all day, right? So, I had my backpack with me-- ‘cause I didn’t feel like going back to the boat. Anyways, I set the bag down for a little while, because some lady wanted a dance with me and I suppose I’m too naive to think someone wouldn’t touch my stuff,” He paused, quickly gesturing to the backpack. “And when I went to leave, I grabbed my bag, or what I thought was my bag.” He reached for it, then, unzipping it to reveal the bags of white powder. “Someone snagged mine and left me with a fucking pack of coke. I think some of it is crack cocaine. Cocaine, D. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this? Do you know how much this is worth? A lot, that’s how much,”