Princes don't become Kings

{{Seems|| like the whole [[damn]] world went and lost it's mind.  {{and}} all my childhood heroes have fallen off or [[died]]

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“You know, I’m not really pissed. Just annoyed. Y’now, like you are when a mosquito bites you,” Kellen told the girl, getting up from his seat on the bench and flicking ashes off of his cigarette. “You’re a blood-sucking insect, Doug, or whatever your name is.”

Dylan glanced at him before angrily throwing her cigarette to the ground. “What the fuck is your problem dude?” She asked, letting her temper get the better of her. “Are you pissed off because I stole change off you? Because if so than you really need to check yourself.” She said, taking a step closer to him and clenching her hands together. “Because you clearly have a whole plethora of issues.”

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Mirroring her moves, hoping he was half as stealthy as she seemed to be, he quickly gave the bag back, trying not to sniffle too obviously. Subtlety wasn’t his greatest trait, but he could try, for free coke. “Thanks, I really appreciate that,” he laughed, “both things, the – that, and the promise.” This was possibly the most bizarre way to be spending his night, he thought as he ordered a milkshake for himself because it was the kind of thing you craved after seeing things burnt down. “I’d say I’ll keep you speed dial but honestly, I’m currently living off the kindness of strangers, I kind of spent more money than I should’ve on, uh. Meds. Desperation’s a nasty bitch.” 

Dylan accepted the bag back and quickly stuffed it into her pocket. She glanced at him and laughed, looking up at the waitress and ordering a jug of black coffee. Dylan arched an eyebrow at his words, a little curious as to how he found himself in this predicament. “Meds? Huh, what kind? We talking the prescription? Street? There are all different types and if you ever need a hook up for some sweet deals, you know where to find me.” She told him before leaning back into the booth and looking around the diner once more as she let the drugs course through her system.

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Frankie’s face fell at the girl’s comment, looking as if she had been stabbed in the gut. “Wow, Dylan. Way to stick me in the fire and roast me over a spit for having a sexual appetite. Are you at least gonna season me?” she asked, chuckling uncomfortably. “I guess he’s cute.” 

Dylan sighed as she watched the girls face fall. “You know I’m kidding.” She said with a small laugh. “I’d never judge you on your dick habits, you do you.” She added, offering a somewhat comforting smile. “Well if he’s cute maybe go for it but tell him to cut the crap with the discount offerings. You either want free food or nothin’ at all.”

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“Ah, I’m quite sure that’s very illegal..” Benson frowned as he walked towards Dylan and the burning car.  “Come on, nobody deserves this Dylan, it’s a little bit far too be honest and you could find yourself in a lot of trouble..” 

Dylan glanced over and scoffed when she saw Benson. “Well if it ain’t the little secret keeper.” She snapped, turning away from him. Perhaps the news that Benson had dropped on her played apart in her current brash actions. “He fuckin’ ripped me off and could’ve tarnished my name to my clientele, he deserves this.” She seethed, continuing to watch the car burn. “A Kroff never spends more than one night in a jail cell.” She added with a bitter laugh.

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Nina glared slightly watching the other girl grab a replacement to her. Usually she’d didn’t get bothered by these things, but that’s because she usually got what she wanted most of the time, until now and it really did bug her. She felt like almost too desperate for the female attention, but maybe she was. Raising an eyebrow, “oh so like this?” The blonde questioned before she spun around, spotting an attractive girl, locking lips with her as soon as Nina realised the other girl didn’t care. Her hands holding her strangers face close to her’s before pulling away and winking at the female who Nina had no interest in. 

Dylan stood back, crossing her arms as she watched Nina kiss the random girl on the dance floor. “Now you’re finally getting it, sweets.” She said softly before glancing up at the DJ booth, noticing the DJ staring at her with keen interest, she glanced back at Nina before making her way to the DJ booth, automatically being allowed up there and smirked as she looked the DJ over before leaning over and kissing him passionately and pulling his body into hers, ignoring the whoops and cheers that erupted from the dance floor before pulling away and picking up the microphone. “I’d like to dedicate this one to Princess, that’s how you win the game.” She said before handing it back over and jumping back down, the adrenaline and narcotics coursing through her system.

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Nina laughed and followed the brunette out onto the dance floor, making a pathway trough sweaty bodies for them both. Feeling the music viberate though her body as she began to move her hips along to the beat, her movements looking sexy as it’s nearly the one dance she knew, other than ball room. Winking at Dylan as the blonde moved in closer to her, her body almost pressing onto her, one leg between the other girl’s as she matched her movements. 

Dylan was well aware with what the girl was doing, having done it so many times herself. She gripped her hips, moving their bodies together, a wide smirk on her face as she pulled away from her and grabbed the nearest body, a male, and began moving her hips against his, ignoring the satisfied smirk that came across the males face as she danced with him, her hands moving down his chest before resting on the top of his pants, gripping them lightly, smiling at Nina before pushing him away and leaning in, biting at Nina’s ear gently. “That’s how you get back at someone.” She said, just loud enough for her to hear.

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I want to drink, I want to smoke, I want to do every fucking drug in the world, I want to party until I can’t think anymore, I want to go numb again because clearly darling, I just don’t give a damn anymore.

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he caught the roll of cash in an open palm before tossing it down onto his desk, figuring he’d deal with it later. a small smirk spread across his features as he chuckled at her comment. “that’s a good tactic.” he hummed, picking up his nikes from the floor before pushing her over on the bed so that he could sit and place them on his feet. “i’ve got a little of the rare stuff for ya this week. figure that if anyone was to throw a party, you could get yourself on the list and charge double.” he turned, looking down at her for a moment. “it won’t be my party, just so you know. I think my boys are still recovering— and that ain’t an innuendo for my balls, just before your brain goes there.” 

Dylan whacked his shoulder lightly as he moved her, leaning against the wall and stretching her legs out on his bed, where they dangled over the edge. “That’s good to hear, I’m on the list for this warehouse rave, the DJ wants to fuck me so badly but his mixes are average at best and I’m taking full advantage, I’ll let a few of my people know and they’ll spread the word to see me.” She told him happily, it always brightened her day when she learned that she’d have some of the harder stuff to sell. “As for the double part, consider it done cutie.” She said with a wink, making herself comfortable. She snorted at his comment. “Disgusting, grow up. As for your boys, they are fucking messes. I barely even sold them the good shit and they were floating away.” She laughed. “I mean I snorted lines with one dude right and his tongue was numb after one line, talk about the weak life.”

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At her expression of absolute shock, Oli couldn’t hold back a small laugh. “God, no, don’t worry about that. Though now I’ll be left wondering how you were planning on taking back something that very much happened -you’d have to start by putting some make up on your neck, probably.” He gestured vaguely at her, smirking still, now finally fully dressed, and looking around for his bag which he was pretty sure was around there somewhere. “Well, anyway, if you ever do wanna sit down to share thoughts and feelings, do text me or something. I get the feeling you must have some interesting thoughts to share.” And on the list of things you don’t say to a one night stand which both ends meant to kept that way, that was probably maybe second or third. But once he’d started voicing a thought he just couldn’t stop himself. Finally bag in hand, he threw the strap over his shoulder, and walked to the girl next to the open door. He was always happier, bolder, in the morning. Which usually resulted in him creating a mess, but it seemed impossible to mess up even further in that particular morning. As nonchalantly as ever, though his heart was racing, his hand went to her cheek, in a manner way gentler than in the night before’s. “I’m gonna go to class now. I’m sure you’re gonna say no but if you’re heading that way we can go together, I’ll even keep a safe distance so people won’t think you were nice to me or anything that might damage your reputation. And don’t worry, I definitely don’t want to date you. Please don’t be upset.”, he said teasingly, with no real weight under those last words, and kissed her quickly on the cheek. Wouldn’t push her buttons more than apparently he’d already had. 

Dylan quickly walked over to the mirror, inspecting her neck and groaning when she saw the few hickies that had now formed there. “You marked me!” Dylan cried out, shaking her head at him. “If you’re going to mark me, at least do it somewhere where no one can see, what if people think we’re in some weird fucking relationship or something now?” She said, turning from the mirror and pouting at him. The last thing she wanted was for people to actually think that she was in a relationship with someone, that Dylan Kroff had finally committed to someone. Dylan stepped away from him slightly when he walked towards her, never one for affection in real life, especially when it came from someone that she had just slept with the night before. “I’m not fuckin’ going to class.” She mumbled, pulling away from him and dramatically wiping her cheek where he had kissed it. “but I am walking that way, I have a few deliveries to make so whatever.”

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he’d only been back in the house after his spontaneous miami recovery trip all of five minutes before the loud bellowing of her voice overcame him. it was the same time, twice every week that she came over, always without notice and always expecting him to be there. luckily for her, he was. adorned in his tracksuit as he prepared himself to hit the gym, syd reached for the door handle, twisting it and pulling the door towards him before looking her over. “I don’t want to hear about our lord and savior right now—” he trailed off, as if she were some sort of religious traveler trying to expose him to his own sins. “jesus and I are tight, had a bowl with him not three minutes ago so I’m good.” 

Dylan pouted at him as she pushed past him and made her way into his room. “and you didn’t invite me? I’m so insulted right now.” She said, before falling casually down onto his bed, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the large wad of cash and throwing it at him. “You’re welcome.” She said with a small smirk. It had been a good past couple of days, her clientele on campus doubling since the frat party had occurred. “I have this new business program, it’s where I charge more to the assholes who hit on me.” She muttered, getting comfortable on his bed and looking around the room, slightly familiar with the surroundings.

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@sydmorrissey: sounds fake

@dylandelta: fine I’ll keep ur money 🤷🏼‍♀️

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“Oh, Worm?” Teddy blurted once Dylan insisted that they go back to her room, shrugging and easily accepting the invitation. “Alright. Let’s go, Thot!” he cheered, letting out a loud whoop before performing a cartwheel and proudly striking a pose after. “Oh - fuck my hands are cold now… I also almost fully just choked on this diamond of a candy you gave me, and then it really would’ve been over for me,”

“You’re so fucking weird.” Dylan muttered under her breath, wondering where Teddy came up with most of his comments or even managed to survive as long as he had. Dylan watched with concern they began making their way back to the Delta house and Teddy decided to do a cartwheel. “Well if you have choked, it’s your own fault really.” She pointed out with a casual shrug. “I’m far too sober for this shit.” She confessed, glad to see the Delta house coming into sight.

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@blknox: @dylandelta https://media1.tenor.com/images/6f19044d0d018bc75a2ad279cbba4e7c/tenor.gif?itemid=7953610

@dylandelta: well even if it is, good for u

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@blknox: @dylandelta thank you im having a gay ol time

@dylandelta: it’s not just gay for pay, right?

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@blknox: anyways i'm gay goodbye

@dylandelta: well congrats tired boy.

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“She gave the homeless people an address? That’s so nice, like a royal homeless shelter,” he replied, dopey smile appearing on his face as he completely misconstrued what the other was talking about. Bouncing on the balls of his feet like a giant toddler when she produced a candy for him to chew on, Teddy didn’t hesitate before unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth, only pausing a few seconds later before turning to her, “Wait, that wasn’t laced with anything right? I’m already high as a kite, I don’t want to be… hospitalized or something.” 

“Oh my-” Dylan shook her head at Teddy, it honestly felt like she was dealing with someone who had shattered one too many brain cells when talking to Teddy. “No a formal address, as in an announcement, a speech.” She expanded on, shooting Teddy a worried look. “No it’s not laced with anything except a heap of sugar.” She informed him honestly. “but I’m not nearly high enough so we’re going back to my room, I need my fix after all of this.”

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“It was a nice colour,” Teddy mused, staring at the fire once again with a shrug, “I dunno. They could be humble people. If I had any money I’d definitely get a sensible car before getting anything too lavish. Don’t wanna get all big headed and whatever.” Rolling his eyes at the other without any actual heat behind the movement, Teddy resorted to gnawing on the nail of his thumb to stop the teeth grinding he’d already started now that he didn’t have something else to do with his teeth, “You got anything to eat then? Or a straw, maybe. I’m gonna lose my morals if I keep this up.” 

Dylan laughed at his words. “Something tells me the royal family are not humble at all. Did you see the Queen’s address on poverty in the UK? She was sitting on a throne made of gold and wearing a crown full of jewels, super humble people.” She retorted before searching through her pockets and producing a hard candy and handing it to Teddy. “That’ll help with whatever you have going on,” she laughed. “I always have some candy stashed in my pocket.”