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Penny Grey. 27. Chemical Engineer. And you see TROUBLE in her eyes And you've noticed but only realized It's not fading however hard you try 'Cause it's built in her for her life { I'M NOT ALONE } var sc_project=11573211; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="be427946"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

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— CHRISTMAS DELIVERY TO; @pennygrcy

Hamper includes: a pair of ankle boots, perfume, sequinned dress & bracelet set.

Penny,

My partner in crime, and possibly my twin in hell but I’m gracing you with Christmas presents since I like being extra as fuck and giving you these things will probably be more convenient for me in the future. Included in this package is a pair of boots, which is almost a replica of the ones that I have since I know you’ve been waiting for my feet to swell up so you can borrow them (and most likely result in me losing them forever in the process), and now you have your own pair so it solves that problem. I’m giving you a bottle of perfume because you smell— joking, because it just reminded me of you for some reason and I think the scent suits you anyway (so I hope). Remember the first time we met? The stupid dress that we wouldn’t give up in the sales because both of us got our hands on it? Well, this isn’t the dress but it’s similar enough and since I love you, I thought I might as well treat you to something nicer and hopefully you’ll get to wear this when we go on a night out sometimes. We got to look hot when we hit up the bars again after all. Then the bracelets…well, I think they just go with the dress, but I’m no fashion expert, you know I just impulse buy anything that looked nice. So Merry Christmas, Penny. I hope you have a wonderful one and don’t get up to too much trouble without me this holiday. 

Love, Fallon. 

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✧‖ AIDEN

When they’d said just to bring necessities and care items, one of the first things to come to mind for Aiden was to bring his guitar. If he was going to sit in the fucking marine science center for god knows how long, he was, at the very least, going to be able to do something to keep cabin fever at bay. So, when he arrived with his bags of blankets, food, and extra clothes, he’d lugged all that and his guitar to a corner away from people and starting gently picking at the strings. He didn’t even notice that someone had walked over until they were already sitting down. Glancing up at them, he flashed a smile. “Any requests?” 

Compared to the YMCA, the Marine Science Centre wasn’t all too bad. In lieu of sweat-coated machines and an overly-chlorinated pool, she had twisting halls of glowing blue water swarming with aquatic life that was oblivious to her woes. And woes they were, indeed. Children were crying or running around, people were stuffed together like barnyard animals. She was beginning to feel both small and trapped, two feelings that were enough to set her off each on their own. Whenever this was all over, she was treating herself to a real vacation. Spotting a free bench near a tank of tropical fish --- it was probably less popular with the penguins stealing the show --- she hustled to seat herself in the center to discourage potential joiners. “Requests?” She hadn’t paid much attention to the man in the corner, but in a bout of wishful thinking, the first thing that came to mind was concierge. A stack of pancakes would have been nice. But glancing up, she saw the guitar and that thought was erased. “Any chance you have a ‘rain, rain, go away’ kind of song that works on snow?”

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@sierramoretti

"Hey, Sierra! Get your sexy tush in here and check this out. I think I’ve got it.” Penny had been mulling around in the kitchen, iPad propped up to display the bartending how-to video she’d been studying for the past ten minutes. So far, she knew next to nothing about actually making the drinks, but the video promised to teach them how to flip bottles, which, in her estimation, was the sign of a hot-shot mixologist if she’d ever seen one. “Okay, so, I’m thinking we master this thing together. So...I think you grab one bottle and I grab the other and we...throw them to each other? Or maybe you have the mixing glass and I have the bottle.” The video had helped, but then again, it hadn’t accounted for two people. “Whatever, let’s just wing it. We can make it work!”

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✧‖ ROSIE

Rosie let out a long sigh after she took a drink of her hot chocolate, she stood as prettier and spotless as usual, looking out the door of her favorite cafe. It had been a rough few days but she was trying to focus on christmas to cheer herself up, but even that was beginning to feel like a task. “I’ve wrapped so many christmas presents this year it’s beginning to lose its meaning.” She began to speak when she noticed someone was standing next to her. “How about you, how are your holidays going so far?”

"Hmm, that’s a shame,” Penny mused, though the tone of her voice was more distracted than sincere. With the weather getting frostier by the week, the cafe had been littered with people when she’d arrived, so she’d chosen the friendliest face that she could find. They'd met at least once before, but where, other than the fact that one of her sorority sisters had mentioned something about Belles, Penny had no idea. But she was cute, sweet and clearly very into the whole ‘giving’ thing. “You know, you could always save on gift wrap and buy yourself something instead,” she shrugged. That was as meaningful a gift as any. “Mine are...going. I'm thinking of watching a few videos from Tipsy Bartender and making myself a few Christmas cocktails to celebrate.”

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✧‖ ELVIS

        “Somehow I don’t think flashin’ a smile is gonna get me anything for free.” It had sure worked with his grandmother when she’d been around, according to his grandfather. Unfortunately, she’d passed before he could really get to know her and had only very limited memory of her, in his nearly twenty-nine years of life. The same couldn’t be said for his grandfather with whom he had developed a very close bond. It was from that bond that his camaro was very sentimental to since the night his brother had taken it for a quick run to the store and so carelessly opened the door too close to a cement post. It was because of that incident that Elvis was a little weary of letting her drive the car. It wasn’t because he doubted her skill but more so just an unwavering sense of paranoia surrounding the whole ordeal. Still, he figured if he was ever going to get over that fear, now was the time. “Alright, fine. We’ve got a deal.”

"Well, you can’t just go around and say ‘cheese’. It has to be, you know, charming. A ‘come hither’ smile.” In Penny’s experience, nice guys like Elvis often had the game down pat; they just didn’t want to admit it. But he genuinely seemed to be oblivious the way she once had. Free things aside, in a way, it was a shame. People rarely knew how to just ask for what they wanted --- or how to ask. Of course, she sometimes had all the finesse of a bull in a china shop, but Penny understood that with enough persistence and by taking an interest in others, you could often make others want to help you. Which, in a way, was what she was doing right then. “Really?” To a degree, she hadn’t expected him to say yes. She beamed, clasping her hands together. “Okay, I have to get one for the ‘Gram, but I promise, I’ll be the perfect car guest and eagle eye for all the best deals!”

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✧‖ LENA

“I wish I could. Are you telling me that the fountain of youth exists because if so I want some of this miracle water to make me young forever. Like that Ice Age movie where the meteor made that lama young, I need that in my life.” She laughed at herself, but not by her remark about needing the fountain of youth to stay young, but her reference of a fictional animated movie. A chuckle leaving her lips as Pens wanted her to go on about her plan, truth be told she was thinking about this as they talked about it. “This blow-up doll we’re getting her has to have a six pack, we might have to spray paint it. What about those sensual oils that make you hot? Think she needs some of that too?” She threw the idea out, all the while tapping her chin, trying to think of what else they could add to this surprise for Athena. She was brought back quickly at the talk of Tony, her heart aching so much for him and his lose that she herself couldn’t even bare. But she was trying to be that backbone to help him at least to stay on his feet, and possibly a clear head. Seeing how excited Pens was about this idea only made Lena more excited. Why was Christmas so far away but yet so close. She couldn’t even wait to see Athena’s reaction. “Your too good, so your the camera women. Ha! This is going to go viral, i’m sending it to her work email so when she looks at it while at work people would want to know what she’s watching. I hope you know we might die.” She shook her head, pressing her lips tightly together to hold in her laugh.

"Not yet, but I’ll bet science is getting close. Youth and beauty are such marketable traits.” If there were such a fountain, it would have been worth it for her and Lena to seek it out. They both really were young and beautiful. They’d get bumped to the front of the line at nightclubs for the rest of eternity. “Wait, what’s Ice Age? Is it like that Avatar movie?” Clearly, she wasn’t a movie buff, but it had a ring of sci-fi to her. “Ah! Yes! You’re brilliant, Lena! Our girl Athena deserves all the works. We’ll get her some of those scented massage oils and can buy an edible thong for the doll. That way she can satisfy both her appetites at once.” She slapped her hands together with pure glee and gave her friend a conspicuous wink. This was what the holiday spirit was all about, she thought. The two of them were able to allow their imaginations to whisk them away with promise of smut and laughter while lending their dear friend a hand. Who knew the last time the poor detective had crawled into bed with anything but a gun at her side? From the way she was talking, Penny could tell their venture was something that might help her, as well; and according to the songs, their spirits were meant to be merry and light. Tough as that might have been with the whole ‘murder’ thing going on, she felt it was best to look the other way. “I really am. I’ll make sure to get all of our best angles when Athena walks in to see what we’ve done with the place. She is going to love it!” That might have been a bold-faced lie, but Penny was willing to jump on it to heighten the experience. “And if not her, then our fans will when they see the video!”

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✧‖ BECCA

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Without saying so much as a word after she arrived at their usual table, Rebecca grabbed the glass before the blonde and took a large gulp of whatever was left in it. “I have the worst luck in the entire world,” She began, sliding into the booth as she looked at her best friend. “You know, there I am, trying to do my damn job without making things personal in a courtroom—” A normal greeting was completely thrown out at that point, as her nightly rant had begun. “And surprise, the prosecution turns out to be the mystery guy from last week.”

Penny wasn’t one to follow social protocol, so the lack of introduction didn’t faze her, particularly coming from Rebecca. One line in and she sensed a story brewing, drawing her to the edge of her seat as she tuned in. “Oh, no.” Her eyes widened, mouth forming the perfect ‘O’ shape that she imagined would indicate the proper amount of outrage. But really, she was circling back to the week before, trying to remember ‘mystery guy’s’ face. Truthfully, Penny wasn’t well-versed in the legal system ( probably not the best thing ), but if the night had gone as well as she expected it had, it sounded like something Becca could have used to her advantage. “Alright, that's...less than ideal, but come on. You’re an icon. You totally found a way around it, didn’t you? I bet you gave him that steamy look of yours and...you know. Killed it? Broke a leg? What do they say in court, Bex?”

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✧‖ KATRINA

Kat laughed, lunging into the cramped room to assess the options. She glanced up and down at the dress that Penny currently had on, pursing her lips at the rich emerald hue– it was perfect for the season, it made her gaze look a little more brilliant as well. “The length is literally perfect,” the brunette said, spinning the other woman to see the back of the garment. “And the detailing goes around to the back, I hate when it doesn’t.” She tossed her handful of hangers over the back of the door, freeing her hands to paw through the maybes.

“I’m not really living for the black one,” Katrina admitted, holding it up to give it a better look. “You’re too pretty, gold and green will make you shine– this’ll look like you stole your cranky sister’s going out dress.” She looked over her shoulder at Penny, making a face. “I can’t let you do that, I have plenty of stuff at home.” Which she did, of course, but the thought of being a glaring red charge on someone’s card made her stomach flip. “Do you think I’d get glared at for wearing a calfskin dress at a Christmas party?” She asked, running her hand over the smooth leather of one of the garments that she had selected.

Basking in the attention she was receiving from her friend, Penny gave a small twirl in the limited dressing space to give her a complete view --- and, maybe to show off just a little. “Isn’t it?” She beamed, betraying her objectivity. Both dresses were lovely to have made it this far in her ranking, but she did prefer something with a little sparkle to it. “Oh, Kat. Steer far away from dresses that don’t. In my experience, that’s a dead giveaway for something c-h-e-a-p.” She cringed, waving her hand before her as a general sign of disapproval.

“Say no more. This is why you’re the perfect shopping partner.” She pried the black dress from her hands to set back in the reject pile. “It’s too bad I don’t have a cranky sister. Anything would be a step up from my ‘perfect’ little brother.” Penny rolled her eyes, engulfed in her moment of bitterness before setting it aside to handle the next fashion dilemma. For a moment, she ignored Katrina’s question, holding up a couple of the dresses in her pile to examine them against her complexion. “I think you’d look killer in red,” she mused, setting a red, lace number aside. “And calfskin?” She tried imagining what the dress would look like, considering she’d mostly seen the material used on footwear. “If they glare, it would be out of envy, because look at that bod! Buuut, I still think you should let me help you find something. My Christmas present to you?”

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✧‖ ELVIS

     “Oh? Is it my dashing good looks?” The mechanic inquire teasingly as he brought his own cup to his lips and took a healthy sip. Elvis had figured he had some appeal but he wasn’t the type to let his ego get in the way of things. Besides, he doubted that his looks were enough to get him a free coffee without him to have to worry about even thinking about using them to his advantage. “For you, I’ll test it out. See if I don’t get an extra charge in side.” He joked, shaking his head as he sat the cup down, fingers tapping gently against the side of it. “Is goin’ holiday shopping with me really worth it for a ride in my car?” He was truly curious. Elvis had spent a lot of time trying to maintain that car, treating it almost as though it were made of glass. It held great sentimental value to him but he trusted Penny not to place any harm on it. “Well, I do have to pick a gift out for my sister. Truth be told, I never know what to get her.”

" --- Yes, exactly. Isn’t that what I just said?” Her retort was so immediate, it took a moment for her grin to catch up. She might have been teasing about the muffin ( they weren’t that great ), but she’d never struggled to speak her mind. Particularly when doling out advice she’d acted on regularly herself. “Would you? Just make sure I’m there to watch. I want to witness genius in the making.” Somehow, she had a feeling that day would never come, but there was no harm in planting the seed. It had already worked once, anyway --- or, at least, she thought it had. Remembering her most recent freebie, she reached for the coffee she’d set off to the side and took a sip. “Uh, yes! Do you really think I would offer if it wasn’t?” She tutted. Penny might not have been an automotive expert by any means, but she at least knew how to recognize quality. “Listen, you really need to learn the art of upselling yourself, but that’s for another time. Tell me about your sister while we cruise on out of here.”

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✧‖ KATRINA

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Katrina’s arms were burdened by the garments that she had thrown over them, Penny was taking her time in the changing room and as a result, the brunette had found herself wandering around the shop, finding more and more to try on as time passed. The occasion for a garment had been hastily described to the sales woman as a ‘holiday function’ and they had been there now for the better part of an hour, despite the fact that Katrina herself had no intention of buying anything. A quick glimpse at a price tag had killed the dream as quickly as it had burgeoned, but it didn’t stop her from grabbing things to get a selfie in before putting back.

“Helllllooo, “ Kat warbled, rapping her knuckles against the door, “Are you stuck in that dress? Pen, are you dead?”

Without hyperbole, Penny could honestly say she had found a blessing in Katrina. Plenty of people liked to say they enjoyed shopping, but not many enjoyed appreciating the extensive options quite as much as she did. But a picture was worth a thousand words, so there was no rushing the perfect image she had in mind. Within the next week, she had four Christmas parties to attend, which meant four opportunities to make a statement. She’d managed to find three keepers, all of which where hung neatly on the hook beside the door like the prizes they were, but was in the process of assessing the detailing on the green-and-gold dress she’d tried on in the mirror when there was a rapping at the door.Not wasting the time it took to explain over the shuttered door between them, Penny opened the door to the dressing room and yanked her friend forward by the hand. 

“Get in here! I’m having a dilemma. I’m thinking this might work...or that black lace one with the ribbed bodice,” she muttered, sorting back through the ‘maybe’ pile she’d made on the chair, “And you’re coming with me, so whatever you see in here that you like, throw it over, I’m buying!”

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✧‖ LENA

“I don’t know if i’d ever stand why. I mean, who doesn’t like fun? Old grumpy people.” Lena pointed out only to laugh at the idea that Athena was old and grumpy. “I know some medicines can make you react, but I don’t she’s taking anything. Maybe she’s a natural meanie, and we have to change this.” She nudged Penny, a smile tugging on the corner of her lips. The blonde just couldn’t wait to pull some prank on Athena, hoping that maybe just maybe she would even just laugh or smile about something silly. Seeing the look on her friends caused her sigh and nod her head. “Yes, yes she is. I’m going over everyday to see him, just want him to know that i’m here for him.” She ran her tongue over her lips, her teeth catching a hold of the corner as she held back a lot of what had happened, with her and Tony that night of the incident. “You see, this is why we’re like best friends, you edge me on,  I edge you on. Its amazing! Poor Athena, we’d have to set up camera to capture everything. I need to keep this with me until i’m like 85. So I can laugh so hard and fall on the floor with my cane in my hand.”

"Ugh, I know! If that’s what they mean by having an ‘old soul’, you can count me out. I’m going to stay forever young and beautiful --- like that Lana Del Rey song!” Penny had a slew of irredeemable traits, but boring wasn’t one of them. At least, it wasn’t anymore. Just the thought of aging into insignificance made her want to shed herself entirely. “Hmm...I like the way you think. Tell me more!” She returned the nudge, egging her on. The hysterics from the masquerade weren’t weighing on her the way they seemed to half the town, but even still, spicing up the drab, winter season with some good, old-fashioned pranking was just what Penny needed. “Oh, that’s...got to be rough,” she nodded, biting back her enthusiasm in an attempt to appear empathetic. Of course, she couldn’t relate, but from what she could tell, he was lucky to have someone like Lena who cared so much. If it had been her, she’d have thought it was fake news. “Hell yeah it is! Up top!” With a bounce in her step, she sprung her hand up to the sky, waiting for the taller girl to meet it with a gratifying ‘smack’. “Don’t worry, I have my phone on me at all times with some editing software for my Insta posts. We’re going to catch this thing in HD!”

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★ what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:

Baby Face (not the singer)

★ what your muse’s picture is on mine’s phone

★what your muse’s ringtone is on mine’s phone

All I Do Is Drive - Johnny Cash

★my muse’s last text to your muse

( IMESSAGE ) → Hey grandpa, turn on the TV and go to channel 12( IMESSAGE ) → There’s a dog juggling tennis balls on this talent show! He’s amazing!

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★ what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:

The Human Dildo

★ what your muse’s picture is on mine’s phone

★what your muse’s ringtone is on mine’s phone

I’m Too Sexy - Right Said Fred

★my muse’s last text to your muse

( IMESSAGE ) → I think someone from Tinder is going to send me a pizza.( IMESSAGE ) → Is it safe to give him my address?( IMESSAGE ) → If you come over in the next half hour to make sure I’m not dead, I’ll give you half.

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✧‖ ELVIS

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      The mechanic had been floored when he’d been handed the extra coffee. While he certainly enjoyed the caffeine, he’d only bought the one and though he was initially excited about the second cup, he knew for certain that his heart probably couldn’t take the triple shot of espresso that was apparently in it. It was a messed up order apparently, one that they couldn’t take back and whether than throwing away a perfectly good cup of coffee, Elvis brought it back to the table that he’d been before. Dropping down into the seat opposite the blonde, a grin had plastered itself across the male’s face as he slid the extra cup over to her. ❛ — On the house. See? I can bring good fortune wherever I go.  ❜

Penny peeked up from her game of Candy Crush as he plopped down into the seat across from her and hit pause. “Hmm, I don’t know. I think it’s the face,” she squinted thoughtfully at him whilst setting her new drink off to the side with her half-finished macchiato. “I’ll bet one flash of that hundred-watt smile could get you an entire group order for free. You really should give it a shot      though I wouldn’t mind getting an extra muffin next time instead.” Making a point, she plucked off a corner of the blueberry muffin poised at the center of the table and took a bite before setting it down and dusting off her hands. “So where to after this? Have any holiday errands you still need getting done? Because, you know, if you want to let me have a ride in that car...I could totally help.”

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✧‖ LILA

“NyQuil is one of the best medicines out there. It’s never changed, it’s always been that same green death flavor and by the time you realize how horrible it tastes, you’re already well on your way to being knocked out so you don’t care. Long story short, I’d probably marry whoever invited NyQuil and also I may or may not have downed half a bottle before getting here. It’s not my fault that I’ve somehow managed to catch a cold even though I religiously use hand sanitizer. Guess this is karma for skipping my flu shot this year. Anyways…..back to the point….wait, was there actually even a point?“

"Oh, honey,” Penny tutted, cringing at the long-winded confession of love for the same medicine that made her want to puke every time flu season swung back around. Judging by her faulty logic --- in her estimation, at least --- she guessed her neighbor was already through the roof with her dosage. “First of all, flu shots are a load of garbage. You’re getting injected with the virus, which sometimes just winds you up sick, anyway. Trust me, I’m a scientist.” It was kind of true, anyway. Or, at least, it had happened to her once. Anecdotal evidence. “And I’m pretty sure the thing you like about Nyquil is the alcohol. You don’t need to have a cold for that, just come out with me for some shots! I still haven’t gotten the chance to set up the almighty Matchmaker!”

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✧‖ LENA

Lena laughed as her friend mimicked the detective they both had befriend. Sadly she didn’t get to record it and send it to Athena so they maybe she would yell at them for being such pain the asses. “You know, you really did sound like her just now.” She told her friend wiggling her brows, still laughing. “She always has an excuse to run from us, am I wrong?” She asked, shrugging her shoulders. “I am, Tony is a hot mess, Penn. And I just want to be there for him.” She told her friend, sighing. “But listen, since your here maybe we can go shopping for Athena and get this dildo chandelier and have it set up in her bedroom or something.”

Penny had never considered herself much of an artist, but with Lena pumping up her ego, she might as well have been a star impressionist. She beamed under the limelight, snickering along with her friend now that she had someone else who could empathize with the eternal time-out of sorts Athena had put them into. “Oh, well, trust me. I’ve been working on that one,” she teased. “And you’re definitely not wrong. The girl practically runs from fun.” Which was a tragedy in and of itself. Penny had spent enough years living in the shadows to know there was no merit to solitude or routine. “Oh, that’s right. That girl was his sister, wasn’t she?” She could feel her muscles tense as she made an attempt at a frown of sympathy. Comfort had never been her strong suit. Luckily, Lena had other ideas. “You are totally on! Athena’s not going to know what hit her. Spoiler alert: it’s a couple dozen sex toys, that’s what!” 

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✧‖ BAILEY

Truthfully, Bailey hadn’t even noticed the girl situated beside him. If he had, he might’ve tried to keep his thoughts to himself. “Uh, myself, I guess…” The man trailed, keeping his vision set on the bartender, waiting for him to circle back around. “You could say Nancy Drew, yeah— Let me guess, Walker?” He huffed, finishing off his last shot before sending the girl a small, almost invisible smile.

"Oh --- okay. Whatever floats your boat.” Her shoulders rolled into a shrug as she glanced over once more, but he wasn’t looking her way. Personally, she didn’t get the whole talking to oneself thing, but bars were always full of colorful personalities. Especially now, as tensions were running high with the whole murder scandal. “Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, whichever --- and yes! How well do you know her? If you guys are doing the whole walkie talkie thing, do you think you could tell her to stop ignoring my tests?” Penny took a hurried sip of her drink, energized by the common denominator they’d both found. “Who are your prime suspects, anyway?”