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Text: hailee
lil penguin: TURLINGTON PRESSURED ME AND THEN LEFT WHEN IT STARTED GETTING SCARY AND NOW I'M TRAUMATIZED PLEASE HELP
lil giraffe: THE ONLY THING YOUR CAT HAS EVER PRESSURED YOU INTO IS GIVING HIM MORE FOOD DONT BLAME THE KITTY
lil giraffe: have you recovered yet
lil graffe: watch some friends or gilmore girls or something
lil giraffe: i just started some dumb show about witches or something what has the world come to
Text: hailee
lil penguin: is it the one with loads of fucking torture and gore???
twin af: I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO IT MISTER.
Mateus grimaced at the woman, mouth set in a permanent frown and his eyebrows knitted. “Fine, be my fucking guest,” He retorted, crossed his arms and allowed her to amble close to it. “You should be warned, it’s venomous.”
“Only a problem...” Hailee starts, extending her hand gently towards the spider. “If it bites me.” Hailee concludes, lifting the spider away and taking it towards the window, pulling it open with her free hand and setting the spider back down on the other side. She spins to face the man, closing and locking the window, a satisfied grin on my face. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Aaron leaned in to listen to her and immediately became aroused as she spoke. “Then I must be a fucking great dancer.” he told her. Aaron stepped foot onto the dance floor and could almost instantly feel the pumped of the bass in his heart. Aaron wrapped his arms around her waist, moving his hips with hers. He leaned down as she spoke, her hot breathe running down his spine.
Between the music, the alcohol, and the bodies pressing around Hailee in all directions, it only takes her a few moments to feel the first twinge of panic swelling inside of her. In an attempt to focus herself on Aaron, and to distract from the swelling anxiety within her, the girl briefly catches his lips with her own. The kiss is an electric tease of what her night could be, but when she pulls away a mere second later, she feels her own unease growing.
“I -- I have to...” Hailee is gasping now, and the words barely come out at all. She tears herself away from Aaron, pushing through the crowd, stumbling through bodies as quickly as she can. By the time she reaches an emergency exit in the back of the club, hot tears stream down her face. She pushes through the heavy door, ending up in an empty alley way behind the club. The door falls closed, and the music is immediately muted. Without the music, Hailee’s gasping for air is so loud in her own ears. “Fucking breathe, Hailee,” The girl manages, her words choked. She sinks down against a wall, pressing her palms against the rough pavement. Her gasps become sobs as she attempts to bring oxygen into her lungs. Her vision spots with red and black dots, her mind swirling into panic.
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Grayson: I just watched a scary movie on Netflix and now I'm crying??¿¿
Hailee: is it the one I told you not to watch without me because if so I DO NOT FEEL BAD FOR YOU GRAYSON.
Aaron couldn’t help but smile. “I do love ‘em when they can drink.” he smiled as the girl down the drink. He finished his and set the glass down. Aaron smirked when she spoke and raised his brow. “They’re sexy, right?” he smirked as he watched the girl scan him. his eye wondering to her chest. “Oh, I’m not all talk.” he began. “Let’s dance, Ging.” he joked, grabbing her hand and guiding her out onto the floor.
“Not exactly,” The girl responds, shaking her head slowly. “Being good on the dance floor usually translates to being good between the sheets, handsome,” Hailee continues, her voice purposefully low in the loud club. She’d learned a long time ago that speaking softly in a loud environment made a person pay closer attention. She doesn’t protest when he grabs her hand, and follows eagerly. The loud music thumps through the club, hypnotizing Hailee. As soon as they hit the floor, she’s dancing, her arms wrapping around Aaron’s neck as she presses her body against his. “Not bad, mister Hart,” She murmurs, her lips pressed against his ear and her voice barely a whisper.
“Tell anyone about this and the only way they’ll find your body is if they’re really good at diving.”
“I would never, ever tell anybody that I just saw a strange man completely freak out over a spider. My lips are sealed.” She pauses a minute, biting back a grin. “Want me to get rid of it for you?”
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Aaron shook his head. “Well, maybe this will be the day I really learn how to dance. That is, if you’ll be my good partner?” he smirked down at the red head. Aaron held his head proudly, he knew the girl was impressed. “What did I tell you? I know a few guys.” Aaron raised his brow. “And she can drink.” he grinned, happily. He walked over to the bar and order to whiskey on the rocks. He returned and handed one to her. “Bottoms up.” he joked and took a large swig of the beverage.
With a laugh, Hailee nods towards the bar. “That she does,” the girl responds, hooking her arm into the blond’s. “Bottoms up,” she echoes, shooting a gulp of the amber liquid back without even a slight cringe. "I sure hope you figure out the dancing thing,” Hailee teases, referring to their earlier topic. “Because you know what they say about men who can dance, don’t you?” Biting her lower lip gently, she allows her eyes to wander down and back up the frame of the man beside her. “And it’d be a shame if you couldn’t live up to all your talk.”
“Oh, assistant professor, that’s still quite good,” she nodded, glancing to the other woman. “Me? Oh, dear no, I used to be, though. In England. It didn’t work out,” Laila replied, in a bit of a mumble. “I’d love to go back, if I could,” she added, gazing out the window at the passing scenery. “Of course,” she smiled, looking back. “Do you think they’ll have a taco truck?”
“Yeah,” The girl responds, a small grin spreading across her face. “It is good. I’m incredibly excited.” Looking over to the brunette, Hailee’s eyebrows furrow. “Why couldn’t you? I’m sure it’s not too late to further your education, right?” Laila’s question is a good one, and Hailee shrugs attempting once more to brush her hair from her face. “I hope so. Maybe we can find tamales, too...”
“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Everette gushes, stealing a wink at Hailee. Josh smiles back at them and mutters out a soft “yeah”. And then some other Hollywood stars come by and whisk him away, leaving the girls alone. “Isn’t this just magnificent?”
“Everette,” Hailee gasps softly as soon as Josh is gone, closing her eyes and pressing her hand against her forehead. She breathes in deeply, exhaling with as much control as possible. “I need some air,” the redhead manages, stumbling through the thick crowd of people, exiting the room through the nearest door she can find. She ends up in a storage closet, where she leans against the wall, the wall vibrating with the thump of the music.
Sometimes I consider quitting my job here and never setting my foot in this place again, but then I remember I have to continue working here if I want an education. So I guess I’ll just have to continue suffering.
The sacrifices we have to make in life... I remember bartending my way through my undergrad years. Drunk college kids are really the worst. Just think about the career you’ll have after school, maybe that’ll help.
Eli glanced over at her as she fished her phone out, though he kept a closer eye on the road, of course. “Nope. Let’s give it a try,” he agreed. “Gimme directions? Or I can put it in my phone.”
“Turn left here!” She exclaims suddenly, only leaving Eli enough time to slam on the brakes and make the turn roughly. “Sorry,” Hailee mutters, biting back a laugh. “I just put it in the maps on my phone, it just popped up.” She gives him directions, and the place ends up being just a few minutes from where they’d been. “I wonder if they have fries too,” she murmurs as they pull into the parking lot. “Fries dipped in a shake -- that sounds amazing right now.”
Emily giggled lightly at that, not wanting to laugh at Haile’s misfortune, but also not being able to stop herself from picturing it in the forefront of her mind. “You know there’s an elevator right? It’s saved my life many, many a time.” she admitted with a warm grin. “Just a helpful hint from one clumsy girl to another.”
Hailee leans close to the girl, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, but seven flights of stairs will do wonders for a girl’s butt,” she responds, laughing softly. “The thing about elevators,” Hailee continues, leaning back and speaking in a normal volume. “Is that it’s always incredibly awkward when other people join you. I never know what to say, you know? So stairs are much better, in my opinion.”
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“Guy,” he quickly notes, not looking over at her. It crosses his mind that perhaps he’s being rude, but he had always been so fascinated on car rides. He thought it was amazing how fast things moved, and how personal a car was, even if it was being shared with strangers. His daze is interrupted by her next comment. Honestly, it bothered him that everyone thought he was the “girl” in the relationship. He knew this was because he was just naturally more feminine than the average guy. And he knew that nothing was wrong with being a girl or being girly, but no one ever took him seriously, and it sucked. But he knows Hailee didn’t mean it like that, and that telling her no would be pointless. So he just smiles and tells her that it’s fine.
He rests his head on her head because it just feels like the most natural thing to do. Gray plays with his sleeves as he listens to her speak. She has a nice, pretty voice. It’s the kind of voice you would expect from your sister or your grandmother, but not in a weird, insulting way. More like it felt like home. “I have to meet this pug. Even though cats are a lot cooler, he has a pretty awesome name. And we’ll have to have a beach date that ends in vomiting Olive Garden, yeah?” He lifts his head back up and smiles at her just as they pull in. Getting out of the car he says, “I’m not sure you can feed the giraffes. They eat the tops of trees and stuff, don’t they?”
He links arms with her as they walk up to the admissions person. He hands over ten bucks, paying for both of them, because his mommy always taught him to do nice things for others. “I’ve never been here,” he admits, looking around. It was so overwhelming and he feels incredibly lost. “Where to first?”
“I’ll have it arranged, Grayson and Castle shall meet,” Hailee laughs, flipping through her phone to pull out a picture of Castle in a flower crown. “Cass is a basic white girl trapped in a pug’s body, truthfully,” she jokes, showing the photo to Grayson. She tucks her phone back into her pocket, nodding to his beach date - Olive Garden combo. “That sounds like a pretty great idea. I’m not sure if you’ll be amazed or disgusted by the amount of Olive Garden I can put away, though. It’s truly spectacular, truthfully.”
She climbs out, following her redheaded counterpart. “Of course you can feed the giraffes. At least, I hope so. The zoo back home has this little mezzanine-sort of thing that overlooks the giraffe reservation, and you can feed the giraffes giant lettuce pieces from there. It’s spectacular.” She offers a grateful smile when he pays. “My knight in shining armor,” Hailee says with a smile as the woman secures a wristband around her wrist. “How about... cotton candy first? That way we have a snack, and we can wander around until we find the penguins? Or giraffes -- whichever come first.”
Before Grayson has a chance to answer, Hailee is bouncing towards the nearest food stand line. She orders a giant bag of cotton candy, a lemonade in a lion’s head shaped cup, and glances to Grayson. “You can’t go to the zoo without embracing your inner four-year-old, you know?” She gestures to her lion cup. “Do you want one? They’ve got all sorts of animals -- look how cute the panda one is. Pick your cup -- my treat!” The sales associate chimes in that though the cups are pricier, they include free refills across the park. “It’s an investment, really,” the associate concludes, and Hailee glances to Grayson, waiting for him to pick his own.
