Straight and Fast

Margo Messenger. Seventeen. Junior. The world only has five more years to deal with me so I might as well make them count.

[cade-hanson-blog]

I just thought I’d let you know. It’s decaf, by the way.

[margo-messenger]

Oh, goody. I was looking forward to a good night's sleep.

[cade-hanson-blog]

No, uhm… I think that’s actually my coffee. Sorry.

[margo-messenger]

[nods] I know. [takes a drink]

[margo-messenger]

Top of the Morning — Patrick and Margo

[the-king-of-harwich-deactivated]

"I meant, like… the royal we. That’s how it’s used right?” Patrick really didn’t know what that actually meant, he just heard it in a bunch of movies so he assumed he was using it right. “It’s true though. I haven’t seen it, I just haven’t looked. What’s it look like?” 

The senior ran a hand through his still a bit messy hair, starting to walk through the house and poking his head into rooms. “Where were you in at the party?” Hopefully someone hadn’t stolen it or something. If they really couldn’t find it he could probably give her whatever cash was in there easily. It wasn’t like his family was in money troubles. 

[margo-messenger]

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Margo states, making sure to look at Patrick as if he'd just sprouted antlers on the top of his head. "But well, it was gold. More of a clutch than a wallet, actually. Slightly sparkly." she retorts, nearly choking on the last word. Before the senior could tease her about the clutch, she added, "Don't you dare judge me, Clarke. It was my sister's. We both know I'm not a sparkly kind of girl."

She turned her back on Patrick before he could laugh in her face and peered under the sofa. She didn't really think she would find the clutch there but she didn't really have anything better to do. Standing up straight once more, she says, "Well I was in the living room, then I went out to the porch where you found me, and we both went back inside."

[darciewhitfield-deactivated2016]

Really? I haven’t notice. That’s crazy. I figured high school wouldn’t be anything like middle school. It would be better. I guess I was wrong.

[margo-messenger]

Come on, just look at Tainted Secrets. Ruby Grant was the only one brave enough to call everyone out for being arseholes.

[margo-messenger]

Top of the Morning — Patrick and Margo

[the-king-of-harwich-deactivated]

Patrick was now dressed, sighing as he waited for Margo to show up. He had practice in a few hours, but that wasn’t that big of a deal. He’d make it, especially if they were able to find the wallet. He’d asked the cleaning people and they said they hadn’t seen anything that they remember, so hopefully he and Margo would find it.

As he heard the doorbell, he glanced out the window. “It’s for me!” Was called through the house, mostly to keep one of the housekeepers from answering it (they were there for a few hours every couple of days). The senior jogged down the stairs, before opening the door and smirking at her a bit. “So where’d you leave it? We can’t find it anywhere.” He told her, as if he’d been looking himself, but he doubted she’d even think he would look himself anyway.

[margo-messenger]

Margo laughed at the question--a real laugh. She would have smirked, but her attitude still hasn't kicked in due to the early hour. Her badassery was still buffering, so to speak.

"Right because you were definitely looking for it." she said, her trademark smirk and sarcasm finally falling into place.

She pushed past Patrick, letting herself inside and scanning the room. She didn't really think she'd find the bloody thing after throwing one cursory glance, but she did it anyway.

"As for where I left it, I told you over the phone that I have absolutely no idea."

[indiawinters]

Today was a damn good day.

[margo-messenger]

Funny, I didn't really think "damn good days" existed in this town.

[margo-messenger]

Top of the Morning — Patrick and Margo

Margo wrapped her cardigan tighter around her slim frame. The day was colder than she'd anticipated, but she supposed it was to be expected this close to Christmas. Still, she walked to the mayor's house even though she didn't really need to. The clutch she'd left behind contained little more than a pack of cigarettes and a few extra bucks, but times were hard and the Messengers needed every penny they could get.

Besides, she thought, I don't really have anything better to do.

She finally reached the Clarke residence and rapped twice on the door, tying her hair up as she waited for someone to answer it.

[the-king-of-harwich-deactivated]

Just come over whenever.

[margo-messenger]

Will do.

[darciewhitfield-deactivated2016]

That sounds exhausting. How does people even do it?

[margo-messenger]

Well if you need help on how to fake it, just walk down the hall and ask some random people. This school is full of fakes, anyway.

[freddie-mcdermott]

Well, I’ll just.. I’ll be over here.

[margo-messenger]

This concerns me how?

[the-king-of-harwich-deactivated]

So… I can ask one of the cleaners if they’ve found one. It won’t still be here, it’s been forever.

[margo-messenger]

Sounds good.

[darciewhitfield-deactivated2016]

I guess I just weren’t cut out for the cool life. I bet you don’t even try. You’re just cool by default.

[margo-messenger]

Don't I know it.

Kidding. You could just fake it 'til you make it. That works too.

[margo-messenger]

Costumes and Cigarettes — Patrick and Margo

[the-king-of-harwich-deactivated]

Patrick rolled his eyes at her. It wasn’t cocky if it was true, was it? And it most definitely was true. “Exactly.”

Despite what most people thought, Patrick had done most of the decorating himself. He assumed that others assumed that he hired someone, or something, but for a party at his place usually he had to do all of the planning… just to make sure he didn’t end up back at the reform school before the summer. If something was actually wrong the house, that’s probably where he’d be sent, and he couldn’t come up with anymore excuses for why he was away for so long.

"You’re gonna like it better with me around." He told the girl, smirking and pushing the door open to reveal the wave of loud music and talking. "Ah, party sound."

[margo-messenger]

"Again with the overconfidence. You really need to get that fixed, hotshot." she teased.

She took in the churning bodies in the mayor's living room and resisted the urge to gag. The people here were so... teenager-y it was nauseating. Margo was, obviously, a teenager as well, but she liked to think that she was ten times more mature than her schoolmates.

"So what comes first? Drinks?" she queried, looking pointedly at the punch bowl.

[kimberleon]

You chose to spend the time on me. You could have easily ignored me. I was thinking aloud; I never complained to you directly. 

[margo-messenger]

And we're back to square one. Know what? This isn't worth it. I'm out.

[darciewhitfield-deactivated2016]

Maybe when I was like five? Nobody calls me cute any more. I don’t know, maybe I’m just not cute any more?

Thinking about reinventing myself.

[margo-messenger]

God only knows.

It's going to take a lot of work, that's for sure.

[rhodes-oliver]

It’s nice, I tell you. Have you seen the latest adaptation movie of Noah? It was awesome, I swear. 

Yeah, I guess you’re right. That label seem to have no meaning anymore. Being constantly used in every book, I think people kinda just don’t mind it. 

[margo-messenger]

Yeah? Guess I'll check it out, then.

Does anyone even believe stuff like that these days?

[the-king-of-harwich-deactivated]

Doesn’t mean I’m not tired.

{Small pause} Shit. Where?

[margo-messenger]

Fair point.

I have no idea. The party was a blur.