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My cousin got married and I got very drunk. What have I missed?

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Be honest did you really need a special occasion to get very drunk?

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Honest? What is the meaning of this word? I don't...

Be honest, how much have you missed me?

My cousin got married and I got very drunk. What have I missed?

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Dinnah: Carson and Lexi

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“No, he can stay behind. He’s much too miserable for my taste.” Sticking her tongue out at the man that looked like he would rather punch her than have her in his car any longer, she waited for Carson to give him the tip before making her way to the front doors. “I would have paid him myself, but I don’t think he has a thing for blondes.” Wrinkling her nose, she laughed lightly and followed behind him into the establishment, it somehow being colder in here than it was outside. With a slight shiver due to the temperature change, she smiled sweetly at the man handling their reservations and followed Carson to the table permitted to them. Sitting down in her seat, she sighed contentedly and dropped her head back. “It’s such a relief to be away from the smell of that place.” Tilting her head back up, she grabbed the menu and flipped through the pages a few times while she pondered over what she was really in the mood for. Something that would fill her up, no doubt, although she’d be eating again before the night was over anyways. “How about….” tapping her chin with a finger lightly as she tried to pick between the two dishes she wanted most, she finally placed the menu down and laid her hands on top of it. “I think I’m going with shrimp scampi. I’m glad you were bragging about your money, because I may have to go for two dishes of it. It’s probably my favorite, and like I said I don’t get it often. If I have leftovers tonight, I’ll have to keep them in my mini fridge with my name on the box so no one takes them from me.” Rolling her eyes fondly as she thought of her sisters, she laughed at her own words because they were simply true. If food was put in the main fridge of the house, it was deemed everyone’s, and Lexi was known to be stingy with her own and literally going so far as to scribble her name over dishes with a permanent marker. Deciding it was about time to quit discussing food, she placed her order before Carson had the chance to and drank gingerly from her glass of plain water. “So, Carson, President of Beta. Why did you ask me out to dinner?” It was a serious question, one she hoped she’d get a straight answer from.

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Carson lets out a bark of laughter. He likes this one...he likes this one a whole lot. Between her and Lily, he is starting to silently re-evaluate his views on the Zeta girls. He'd always thought that they were most tolerable after a few drinks, but maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe he'd been missing out of something spectacular all these years.

"Two dishes of scampi?" he quirks an eyebrow, "Two? Are you a blue whale?" He realises how it had sounded almost before he's said it, and stumbles over himself to back track, "Not that you're fat, or anything...that's not what I mean. Just, blue whales, they live on shrimp, don't they? Something like shrimp anyway...tons of the stuff..." He chuckles and tugs a hand through his hair, he'd really made an ass of himself, there.

"What?" he raises a disbelieving eyebrow at Lexi, "Are you serious? Look at you!" He shrugs, "You're hot, ok?" It's a simple answer to a loaded question...maybe he really is just that shallow. "What about you? Why did you agree to come out with me?"

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I love taking baths.

They’re so calm and quiet.

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If you're taking baths alone, you're not doing them right.

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Dinnah: Carson and Lexi

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“I think I got your words twisted, then. I thought you were saying we were having pizza and asking my opinion on it. A posh restaurant is fine, I’d say I’m looking rather posh tonight although you basically told me I look like I went dumpster diving.” Straightening the wrinkles of her dress down and brushing her hair from her face, she laughed at the comment about the taxi driver, thankfully too low for him to hear. If they got kicked out of here then they’d have to walk, and Lexi’s shoes were far too high to do that right now.

“I’ll shut up and let you take it from here, okay?” Tilting her head to the side, she placed her hand on his shoulder mock consolingly and gave him a look that she hoped would convey her faux deep sorriness for insulting him. “I’m just glad to be on a date! Maybe it’s not your first time at the rodeo, but they’ve barely even taken my ticket at the door yet.” Shrugging her shoulders and rolling her eyes, she knew it slightly gave away her aura of being totally confident by admitting she didn’t date much.

“Either way, the taxi is lovely. I love the man who brought us here, I may have to ask for his number.” Her words were said loud enough for the man to hear, and he met her eyes in the mirror. Struggling to keep a straight face, she winked at him as he gazed at her with one of the most furious expressions she’d seen in a while. “And, fine cuisine is always invited. I’m starving.”

They finally arrived at their destination, and Lexi struggled to see through the tinted windows. The area didn’t look familiar, and she had to squint to get an idea of where they were. Taken by surprised he Carson was serious about inviting her to a fancy dinner, she could almost hug him from her sheer child like excitement. Pizza was getting old around the house, and sometimes a girl needed a good exotic meal with a very attractive male companion.

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Carson's vaguely surprised when she implies that she doesn't go out on many dates. His eyebrow quirks of it;s own accord, but he doesn't pass any comment. She's good-looking. Very good-looking. Fun, too...it's a rare and welcome combination. And he feels slightly apologetic on his gender's behalf that she finds herself dateless so often.

"If you invite him along, I'm not paying for his meal, too." he jerks his head towards their driver, and makes a mental note to give the poor man a very generous tip for all his suffering.

An involuntary chuckle escapes him when she mentions how hungry she is. "I never hear girls say that." he admits. Maybe he'd spent too much time with Alpha girls...or maybe he'd gotten too used to watching Cora pick at salads, but her admitting how hungry she is just makes him grin. " If we don't get there soon, I might eat you." He pats his stomach and it grumbles angrily.

When they pull up in front of the restaurant, he climbs out after Lexi and pays the driver through the window, giving him a handsome tip and a sheepish grin. A waiter is standing just inside, and gives them an expectant look when they walk in, "It's Phelps..." and the waiter looks over his guest list and then leads them towards a table for two, handing them two menus and then disappearing back to his station.

"What do you fancy?" he looks over his own menu.

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Madame President: Carson and Vivian

Carson had been...surprised when Vivian had gotten Presidency. He'd assumed that Cora would have taken the title. Well, perhaps 'hoped' is a better word. That way, he would have had an excuse to talk to her, using the guise of presidential duties...but Viv is President and he's just going to have to make the best of it. There are worse people to have to work with, he supposes...at least the view is nice.

He'd invited her for a drink, but he's not entirely sure that Vivian will like his usual haunts - they're a little...low brow, for her. The only reason he likes them is for the campus girls who frequent them. Lily had taken him to a cocktail bar once, and it had been sufficiently posh, so he'd looked up the address online and called a taxi to take them there.

He gives his appearance a final glance in the mirror, ruffling his hair to make it sit right, and then goes down the stairs two at a time, pausing to grab his coat from the rack by the door before he heads outside and across the Row to Alpha. A younger girl answers when he knocks, "Is Madame President in?" he looks around her for Viv.

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