KISS KISS

"Tonight we are victorious. Champagne pouring over us. All my friends are glorious."

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“Trust me, Sorcha. The feeling’s mutual,” maybe it was a family thing, maybe not– but the two of them were pretty much naturals at fake sweetness that’d make your teeth rot. Delilah’s answering smile could even have been mistaken as friendly, if an onlooker didn’t know how she felt about the blonde before her. “I came back for prom and got caught in the earthquake, yeah,” it was a little harder to keep her cool; thoughts of Zephyr pushing her out of the way were at the forefront of her mind, but, Sorcha was the last person she would’ve told. Instead, her expression was unreadable, her acting impeccable, “But, I put my safety down to luck over genes. You know, you’re in a weirdlysour mood, even for you… what happened to you during the quake, Sorcha? Did you break a nail? A heel, maybe? Don’t tell me your Louis Vuitton’s got it.”

“why come back, then? aren’t you a little too old to be coming back? oh, let me guess-- you’re tired of all the hunks out there and instead came back to prey on freshmen. I always knew you were such a cougar,” having a conversation with Delilah always made her want to say basically anything to make the other one go away-- the fake smile being mimicked as she spoke, the artificial sweetness dripping from every word she spilled. “nothing happened to me, really, but i heard my cousin came back in town, i don’t know if you’ve gotten to know her. about this tall, a bit of a manly voice, and face of someone who just came back from rehab. the cherry on top will definitely be  the white powder under her nose, and let me assure you that’s not sugar.”

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she blinked. “ overrated ? ” she repeated, furrowing her brows. “ how so, mon'amie ? i do not understand why you would think such a thing ! whether we were helping the school or the town, it would help with rebuilding, or with relief in general. how could one consider it overrated ? ” amélie asked, genuinely confused.

sorcha sighed at such confusion, almost rolling her eyes again. “everytime something happens, people are always wanting to jump in and do something-- call it, guilt’s survivor. do you really think the dead are worried about how about everything is? of course not. tragedies are always happening, if the world stopped everytime it’d happen, then we wouldn’t move forward.” she explained, “but i get it, people want to do something, so don’t stop on my accord.” if it didn’t help her or someone she might care, then it wasn’t worth it. 

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“Well then, here’s to you Sorcha McDuck.” Troy raised his empty glass towards Sorcha before turning his attention to the bartender, doing his best to get his attention. “No, I never cared for it or any other variation of wine. Whiskey is more my speed–so when you see a bottle or two of it on your tab, know that it is from me.”

The blonde smiled widely, she loved being celebrated. “Noted-- But don’t go around spreading there’s free booze, there are lots that’d just dive into the opportunity," she said as she turned around to call for the bartender, the man quickly rushing to them in contrast to when Troy tried. 

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“It…It is right next to you..” Journey huffed, folding her arms over her chest. “You are in the way to grab it, and if you will not hand it to me, will you at least move so that I may retrieve it?”

“Yeah... no.... too much effort, you know? and i’m fairly comfortable here, is it really that needed?” the blonde simply answered, still focused on what she was doing. 

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“So, don’t you have an real friends that you’d rather be drinking with? Like, other than me? Less of a judgement, more of an observation.”

“Yes and no. I’m more of a party kind of girl, but it’s not like I can throw a party after recent events, you know? so this has to do, and you were the chosen one.”

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“I don’t know. Out of everyone, you’re definitely looking the least worse for wear– definitely not notperfect, y’know?” She quirked a brow, then, adding after a beat, “Should I even ask who was freaking out over their shoe?” She expected it’d be the others cousin, the one she spent so much time complaining about. Who else, after all, would she be throwing shade about in the wake of an actual earthquake, if not Delilah? “Good. Do you know how put out I’d be, if my all time favorite, equally-as-salty pal dropped dead? I don’t think I’d be able to find someone to replace you, so, you’ve gotta stick around,” course, she also just genuinely liked Sorcha– not that she was gonna mention that, “Yeah,almost. As in, the ceiling kinda caved in on us and we almost became Windsor pancakes. But we didn’t, which I call a success, and it means you definitely do not have to break out the ouija board.”Please don’t, she wanted to add, and would have if it didn’t make her look kinda silly. It was just a board, no need to be afraid– but the idea of Sorcha wielding one, especially, wasn’t pleasant. If any girl was gonna draw out the nasty spirits, it might just be the blonde before her. “I do, I promise. You and me– shopping trip, soon as we’re both free and able. Maybe not to Buena Vista… this town seems really unlucky, so, I think if we’re gonna go shopping it should be elsewhere.”

“Aw, you think so? Fine I will take your word for it, just don’t put a mirror right in front of me, not now, I wouldn’t handle that,” the blonde sighed,  “You don’t even have to ask because I will tell you, that much of a good person I am. Surprise, surprise-- for the first time ever, it is not Delilah, but close enough. Her friend, Hermes Carson? I guess it is close enough”, No matter when, or why-- there would never be a bad time to talk shit about Delilah Duncan, or anything remotely close to her, and Sorcha knew Rhea was fairly aware of that fact. “Of course you wouldn’t be able to replace me, please, but at the same time-- right back at you, I wouldn’t even try to find another Rhea Windsor,” Sorcha’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at the explanation, for a moment not as self absorbed, and genuinely considering that Rhea could’ve died, “Good, good-- you won’t be hearing any complains from me-- well, at least not about that.” Her mood was definitely improved at the simple thought of going shopping in a near future, “i’m more than fine with that, you are a life saver,” 

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“Could you pass me that, please?”

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“No can do, it’s really far away,” she said, not even looking at the person as she flipped another page of her magazine.

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“ j'ai compris ça ! a bake sale ! or … or maybe a charity concert ? ” amélie smiled brightly, sitting up in her chair. “ or, maybe something bigger ? we could get the whole town involved ! maybe more than just that … ”

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Sorcha rolled her eyes at even the thought of an event like that, “charity is vastly overrated.” 

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Sorcha’s issue with the whole thing was so ridiculous, Rhea couldn’t help but laugh– a vaguely breathless sound, out of place in the ballroom after all that had happened, that died quickly but left a smile on her face. “Of course Sorcha McDuck’s big issue would be her outfit,” why wasn’t she surprised? What might have annoyed anyone else (ie, Delilah) was a trait that Rhea found somewhat endearing, “Are you concussed? That might be why you’re dizzy… soon as they get us outta here, you better be heading to the ambulances to get that dizziness checked up on.” She was trying to sound stern, but, it wasn’t all that great an effort. “I really don’t know. I mean…- Jack, my brother, is fine. We both almost died, but, we’re fine. I’m not sure about anyone else. I’m glad to see you’re okay, though! Aside from the outfit, I mean. If you want, I’ll buy you a whole new one to make up for the one you just lost in all this not-dying you did! Maybe that’ll make you feel a bit better?”

“Well, of course! I looked perfect, and now I don’t. I mean, I still look good, how wouldn’t I? But not perfect, at least I wasn’t on the binge of completely freaking out after losing my shoes,” Sorcha explained almost with a duh tone, and a light smile– that only widened a bit as Rhea almost ordered her to get herself checked, “Okay, calm down, mom.” she said with an amused scoff, “I will, okay, but I don’t think I’ll be dying anytime soon, I’ll be gracing you with my presence for longer time,” Sorcha said before frowning, “wait, almost died? And you say it like that? No, Rhea Windsor, you better not die, because if you do I’ll be over here contacting you with a Ouija Board to complain on why did you dare dying,” the blonde said pointing a finger to the princess, “oh, no nonsense I’m not going to let you buy me an out– on second though I mean if you really want to, I’m not going to complain, but you’re coming with me.”

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Troy did not know who the hell Sorcha was, but he would never turn away a free drink. He had been acting like a grumbly old man right up until she said “Drinks are on me!” Troy immediately reached for the cup, no questions asked. “To you, whoever you are,” he cheered with a raised cup, before downing the entire drink in one go. He had to fight the urge to spit out the alcohol as soon as he tasted it. Champagne was not his drink. “Any chance you got some whisky? Or rum?”

Sorcha laughed slightly at the sudden change in mood on the man at the promise of free alcohol. It worked every time, even on her. “Sorcha McDuck,” she said tlting her cup and takin only a sip from it, “not a champagne guy, hm?  well, go ahead order whatever you like, handsome, the night is young,”

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“I’m not one to pass up free booze,” he accepted the cup and tapped it against hers. “Cheers.”

“Let’s be real, no one in their right mind would” she said, mimicking him as he tapped their cups together, and took a drink.

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“Drinking champagne in the aftermath of an earthquake. Why am I not surprised that’s how I’d find you, Sorcha?” Her relief at finding her cousin unharmed was pretty shortlived - as in, it lasted about 2.5 seconds, and then the usual level of disdain she had for her and everything she did set back in, “I guess congratulations have to go out for you actually reaching this very special age - you know, you’re kinda like a cockroach. Nothing can take you out.”

Sorcha would recognize her cousin’s frustrating voice anywhere, annoyingly so, even before she turned around to look at her. “Ah– Delilah,” she said with a contained overly sweet voice, she wouldn’t let her ruin her day, “I certainly did not miss you,” she spoke up as she took a sip from her drink, “when did you get here? was it during the Earthquake, you know I’m surprised you didn’t get knocked out or anything, it must run in the family.”

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If he was what? Okay? Alive? He certainly didn’t feel like he was either of those things. With a shrug, Wesley let his head fall back against the pillows. “I’ll heal… I wear the casts for six months, then I go to physical therapy after that.” And in the meantime, he had therapy sessions with a psychiatrist, to assess his mental health. He preferred the idea of physical therapy, it felt less invasive. “They think I’ll walk fine again, but it’s hard to tell right now. I might need a cane or…something.” Perhaps he should be more upset about his injuries, but at the moment he really couldn’t care about them less. They seemed almost trivial. “…How’s your head?”

“That sounds promising,” she said with a nod of her head, certainly the ability to be walking was something absolutely no one wanted to lose, “even with the cane, I’m sure you’ll look so mysterious and powerful with it,” the blonde said, remembering how her father needed to use one as well, and how it gave him an even more important appearance. “it’s fine– aside from some headaches, you were right, it wasn’t that compromising– nothing that can’t be covered with hair.” 

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ANOTHER "BOLD WHAT'S TRUE" THING

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APPEARANCE:

I am 5’7” or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

There is something I would change about the way I look

PERSONALITY:

My Hogwarts house is: Gryffindor Hufflepuff Ravenclaw Slytherin  

I am an introvert

I like meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing well

I can play an instrument

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month

I enjoy writing

Fandoms are my #1 passion

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a celebrity crush

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live in my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the United States

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend outside of school in the past month

I have a smartphone

I own at least 15 CDs

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages fluently

I have made a new friend in the past year

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“Yep, that was also me.”

“Then that’s enough for me,” she shrugged, handing him the cup, “you’re drinking with me.”

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“I don’t even know you- wait, actually, I might. Aren’t you that girl that I called a bitch, like, forever ago? ‘Cause you listened to my whole story and then basically told me to fuck right off.”

“Sounds like something I’d do, and something that I’d get called, so yeah, most likely. Weren’t you the one who said he digged that?”

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It was one of Sorcha’s favorite days; her birthday. June 11th was basically legendary back in Scotland since it was the twins birthday, and it only meant there would be a huge party in the McDuck manor. But this year, was different for two reasons. One; Shaw wasn’t around, so the day was solely hers; second; she was finally 21. And while it meant she was completely legal, it also meant she was even closer to Scrooge’s fortune. “Come on, you’re slacking!” she laughed as she poured champagne in a couple of cups. “Drinks are on me!”