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carys-ramirez:
“Good, It’ll be an experience to one day tell people about. Though just a warning apparently most people think it’s weird, and I still don’t get why.”
“Huh, I wonder why...” Fletcher flashed Carys a smile, chuckling. “But really... what should I expect.”
carys-ramirez:
“Second.  And fine, but if you change your mind let me know.”
“Right. Second.”
“I’m not gonna chicken out of this one, let me tell you.”
carys-ramirez:
“What? You like guys, I like people.  It’ll be a fun time.”
“Maybe I should just take your word for it? After this would be your, what, third?”
carys-ramirez:
“Riiiiiiiiiiiiight, forgot that you haven’t been to an orgy. You know we should really fix that sometime.”
“Never in my life did I expect to hear my ex girlfriend try to convince me to go with her to an orgy...”
carys-ramirez:
“Well then why don’t we just hit up one of those? It’ll be fun.”
“You know... it could be fun. I haven’t actually been to one so I have no idea what to expect. I was just told that if I do go, bring goggles or something.”
carys-ramirez:
“Well obviously that’s preferred, but I don’t know if there are any of those in New York.”
“I don’t know about beaches, but I know plenty of parties that provide that option.”
carys-ramirez:
“You know the kind where we can both admire the fact that all the guys have six packs and there’s always a party going on.”
“I can appreciate that. Though I didn’t know if you were talking about a clothing optional beach or not, because I think that falls under “sexy beach” as well.”
brooks-fraser:
“Burned through fossil fuels, released a lot of greenhouse gasses and haven’t taken care of the planet?” Brooks answered, “Unless that was a rhetorical question….I’m not really sure.”
“Ya know, you have a point. We pretty much asked for this.” Fletcher sighed, gazing up at the top of the nearest building. “Man’s ruin is ourselves.”
carys-ramirez:
“It depends.  Is this a sexy people beach or is it a beach where everyone brings their annoying kids, because those are two completely different experiences.”
“Define a sexy people beach...?”
brooks-fraser:
“Yeah… I understand.  I should look more at where I’m going. It’s just so hot out.”
“God, I know. Like what did we do to deserve weather like this?”
Fletcher chuckled as he looked at his phone, scrolling through his instagram feed. “Everyone’s on the beach getting burnt alive while we’re here, sweating our asses off onstage. I can’t decide which I’d rather do...”
brooks-fraser:
“I”m sorry,” Brooks apologized again, not sure if there was anything else that shew as supposed to say.  “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, no - I’m fine. It just took me by surprise. I just didn’t expect someone’s hair to come flying at me today, ya know?”
It was hot and humid and Brooks’ hair was not built for either. She was an autopilot, trying to get to the theater, only half looking where she was going as she tried to get her hair off of her neck, and in the process whacking someone in the face with her hair.  “Oh no, I’m sorry,” she insisted, her eyes widening as she expected for them to yell.
Fletcher wasn’t exactly paying attention as he was walking to the theater, but it was New York, who was paying attention? With his face buried in his emails he didn’t notice the woman walking past him or the moment her hair flung around and smacked him in the fact.
Looking up in shock, he turned towards the girl. “Jesus, you’ve got some dangerous hair,” Fletcher said, smirking.
