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“This has literally been the worst year ever so what’s a girl to do? The real question here though is,are you just going to sit there or are you going to join me for some drinks? I’m way to pretty to be drinking alone.” Isabelle slurred
"I’ll play along, why not.” she needed answers and what better than to get a witch drunk enough to get some considering the HGPD were as incompetent as ever. “What are you having?”
“Excuse me, darling, would you mind fetching me a double latte? I’ve come such a long way and I’m afraid I need a bit of a pick-me-up while I get myself caught up on the latest news.”
“--And you are?”
What the hell is going on in this town?
“Check in with the Hollow Grove Chronicles, i’m sure you’ll have plenty to catch up on.”
“Ding dong the mutt is dead, the stupid mutt, the ugly mutt..” Lukas was singing softly to himself on repeat as he strolled through the crowded main street. “Ding dong the little mutt is dead..” His sing song tone travelling to those around him. He was already receiving disapproving looks but this just amused him all the more.
Was it disappointment or plain disapproval of his behavior at the moment? She didn’t know, but the anger was clearly present as his words rang clear as day. “Tell me you’re not behind this madness or so help me, Lukas.”
“--You better have a good explanation for showing up at this time. What is it?”
@samxcaldwell
The same crowd was beginning to bore her and just as she was about to leave, a familiar face had caught her attention. It was one she hadn’t spoken to in a while so she made her way towards him, a smile playing across her lips as she approaches him. “If it’s the blonde you were staring at behind me, then I can assure you it’ll be a waste of your time.” she greets in a teasing manner before taking a seat across from him.
“does the carpet match the drapes?”
“--come find out.”
“i’m starving, you got any gin?”
“I’ve got gin and b positive. Make yourself at home.”
friends with benefits sentence starters:
“what are we, nerds trying to look at boobies?”
“i’m your boss, give me your pants.”
“i love that outfit, you look so sexy in that.”
“i’m fully aware of your allergies.”
“here’s an idea, next time, instead of being late, just shit on my face.”
“you said i was your soulmate.”
“work doesn’t reassure you that liking a finger up your ass doesn’t make you gay.”
“but you’re actually really emotionally damaged.”
“you have really big eyes and it freaks me out sometimes.”
“why do relationships start off so fun, and then turn into suck a bag of dicks?”
“i’m just gonna’ shut myself down emotionally.”
“i’m gonna’ change your life. i’m that girl.”
“i could post a video of me mixing cake batter with my boobs and it would get eight million hits.”
“what are you, a gazelle?”
“don’t be the guy who shit the bed.”
“puppy dog eyes. nice touch.”
“wanna’ get this guy out of my face before i break his fucking skull?”
“you don’t fucking know me man.”
“i took his virginity.”
“does the carpet match the drapes?”
“run gazelle! run!”
“i have this thing at work. it’s called google.”
“if you tell anyone about this i will rip your ears off and staple them to your neck.”
“everyone in this city seems really violent.”
“do you want to get your shit out of my car or what?”
“go and fuck a dick.”
“i’d love to take you out one night and trawl for cock.”
“we can tear this shit up.”
“hey, no skin. more pipe for me.”
“you sure you’re not gay?”
“i’m not fucking asking you out i swear to god.”
“god, you’re such a girl.”
“girl, you are preaching to the congregation.”
“this shit is amazing.”
“i love that sunsets make you cry.”
“i wish my life was a movie sometimes.”
“god, i miss sex.”
“hold me, let’s spend the rest of our lives together.”
“i don’t even know if i find you attractive.”
“i do have a thing for jerks.”
“i liked your eyes. i didn’t think i’d ever seen such big beautiful eyes.”
“and your lips, yeah, i thought you might be a good kisser.”
“you swear you don’t want anything from me other than sex?”
“you have a bible app?”
“no relationship. no emotions. just sex.”
“come on, okay, you’re beautiful. you have nothing to be insecure about.”
“that is way too emotionally supportive and you need to just lock that down.”
“your ass is a little bony.”
“i sneeze sometimes after i come.”
“feet gross me out. daddy issues.”
“what are you trying to do, dig your way to china?”
“nobody wants to fuck obama.”
“what are you my fucking therapist now?”
“every time you curse, you blink. like your body’s rejecting the word.”
“as a sign of rebellion, you got a tattoo.”
“harry potter doesn’t make you gay!”
“my butt is cramping can you grab a pillow?”
“do you feel manly now?”
“are you pooping?”
“all you have at home is drinkable yoghurt.”
“it was like talking to dirt.”
“i’m starving, you got any gin?”
“i’ve turned down more tail than you’ll ever have.”
“me likes cock, so i’m strickily dickily.”
“i’ve been in love, i went down that rabbit hole.”
“one day, you will meet someone and it will literally take your breath away. like no oxygen in yours lungs. like a fish.”
“i told him you were my gay best friend.”
“he smells like a girl.”
“the sneak out. how incredibly cliché of you.”
“no, go fuck yourself.”
“trust me, you don’t suck in bed.”
“forget the douche, he’s a dick. he’s a dickdouche.”
“get your feet off my bed, they’re disgusting.”
“we’re one of these crazy families that don’t lie to eachother, pbs is doing a documentary on us.”
“nobody cares, you sound like an asshole.”
“i just need you to be my friend right now.”
“okay, so i’ll listen to you while you give me a handjob.”
“i’m a magician, not a wizard. you and your gay harry potter.”
“you can’t deny going to hogwarts would be life changing.”
“all that matters is how you look at him.”
“i haven’t seen you this dumb since you got that candy corn tattoo.”
“you wanna’ be happy? find someone you like and never let them go.”
“are you pissed off at me because i didn’t cuddle?”
“i actually thought you were different.”
“with friends like you who needs friends?”
“i have the perfect body for photoshop.”
“my prince charming? you.”
“if you even think there’s a chance she might be it, fix it.”
“if i ever see you again, i’ll crush your earlobes and make soup stock out of them.”
“it’s some prince charming shit though, right?”
“i want my best friend back, because i’m in love with her.”
“on one condition. kiss me.”
“But burying people would require getting my hands dirty, and it’s so much easier to just kill them,” he protested, but he wasn’t going to go against what she said.. or he wasn’t going to purposely try to at least. “Alright well what do you actually want me to do? Torture the witches until someone spills?” he asked.
Was she going to even try and respond to that? No, but it was clear from the look she gave him that there were to be no dead bodies showing up out of the blue. Especially since a detective had been assigned to the case. “I think that’s what works better. If they’re close to dying, you stop and make an example out of them. They’re witches, they should know a healing spell or two to recover if they must.”
“Only when I don’t have to be a good liar,” he shrugged in response. “Good, because I don’t want to talk.”
“I’m sorry, all I got out of that was how much you wanted to talk but you’re being too much of a girl to do so. Don’t worry, i’ll still be here to listen.”
“Don’t stop on my account, I’m a big boy, I can handle a little rudeness. No need to apologize, if there’s one thing this town needs, it’s less apology.”
“I disagree, what this town needs is honesty. I mean how easy would it be if someone just told the damn truth around here?”
“They do? Mind sharing what you found out then?”
“I would if they were related to the case, but since they aren’t shall I advise you on what you should be doing?”
“Oh excuse me, I forgot you solved the whole damn thing with your little surprise interrogations.”
“Listen here, officer my methods work better. Maybe you should take note.”
Noah shrugged at her response. “I don’t doubt they didn’t have a nice time living here,” he replied. “I’m not going to let you do it yourself,” he said with a frown, letting out a sigh. “Fine, whatever. I won’t kill anyone.. on purpose.” he added quickly. Noah had never been good at torture, inflicting pain, yes.. but he generally got bored and ended up killing the person. The only people he had really tortured were those responsible for the death of his beloved, but that was a long time ago, and his patience had thinned since then.
“Noah, things could get bigger and uglier if you decide killing people is the way to do it. You can always do what Daralis Greyson has done and bury them six feet under. I prefer under water but i’ll leave that much up to you.” as horrible as the suggestion was, who would want to suffer before they died? Perhaps they’d actually get the answers that way if the witches wanted to live. “I have a list of a few new residents in town. I’ll start with them.”
The uneasy feeling still turned in her chest. What did Maggie Blackwell want to talk with her about that couldn’t have been done by an announced arrival or a normal visit? She let out another sigh before forcing herself to calm down, the feeling of static charge in the air slowly fading. “Sorry, no I won’t. It’s just a reflex to being scared like that.” Both an apology and a warning that it could happen in the future if she were shocked again. “I can put the kettle on. Would you like to sit down?” Moving slowly towards the stove she kept her gaze on Maggie, careful that she didn’t do anything to upset the original. “What’s this about?”
“I’ll keep that in mind next time, if we have another meet and greet next time.” Once she was done here, it wasn’t likely for her to be back for a chat unless she had to be. “I would like that.” she adds and as the witch began walking towards the stove, Maggie slowly walked towards the table to seat herself. “I’ll be blunt here, it’s about the murder that took place the night of the ball.” she states as she kept her eyes on the younger witch. I just want to know if you knew about any suspicious activity before the event. I mean a couple of days before the event.” what she hoped was honesty from the witch because the last thing she needed was to force the truth out of her.
