[s--daniels]

“Do you know the way to my heart or what? A slush? Yeeeees.” She exclaimed, savouring the ice-cold drink as she took a sip. “One thing - I was never able to differ cherry from grape. But lime. Good choice.”

[samxwynn-blog]

“Who wouldn’t whore themselves out for a slush?” She scoffed grinning as she bumped into the others arm. “I fucking hate cherry. It tastes like vomit after a night out drinking. So like, not even...nevermind, there’s no ‘good’ vomit. But you get my point. Lime is gorgeous. Lime and ...only lime.”

[alexmcromwell]

Shifting so she was was sitting on the stool with her legs crossed over one another. “I might have one or two, but I can totally keep them hidden. Since you’re not into that kind of thing.” Joking with the other girl as she pulled out her kit and started to crush up some flowers she had in a jar. “Well fingers crossed they don’t burn down the school while you’re in here with me.” Laughing lightly, she dumped the crushed flowers into a tiny vile. “I’m just making some of my older more popular potions. One of my most popular ones is hair potion that gives you salon hair.”

[samxwynn-blog]

“That’s why we were born with boobs, after all. I mean, not that you should always have them tucked into your bra..” Sam peeked over her shoulder, staring at the pile of crushed up flowers. She’s never been into potions, maybe slept through one or two. Or most of them. “You do salon hair potions? Where have you been all my life long, Alex.”

[marcus-ridley]

“You can do what with a spaghetti noodle?”

[samxwynn-blog]

“...You know what, nevermind. It’s not that cool anyway...whatever. Why don’t you go for like, a talent of yours?”

[s--daniels]

Steph rolled her eyes. “Robbing a bank is way too easy, dude. You won’t remember the first time you robbed a bank but you’ll definitely remember, and be remembered, for the first time you mastered the pole.” She teased through biting sarcasm. “Oh my god.” She said, covering her eyes as she laughed at Sam’s attempt. “Come on. No more for you - but more alcohol for you? Yes.”

[samxwynn-blog]

“I’m not sure that’s how it works, but if you say so. I mean, i would remember I robbed a bank because each time I pay for something, I wouldn’t have to think about the money I’m spending.  Am I getting paid for pole dancing? Not yet.” She pointed out with a smug grin, her leg wrapped around the pole once more for a dramatic spin. “More alcohol is a yes, professor. I haven’t had any tequila in like, ten minutes”

[marcus-ridley]

“That… really was not what I had in mind when I said ‘impress me’.”

[samxwynn-blog]

“What do you mean? My amazing dance skills are quite impressive. It was either that or swallowing a spaghetti noodle and pulling it back up my throat.”

[evelynispure-blog]

Evelyn heard the voice but paid it little to no mind. Then the footsteps got closer and the voice got a little more annoying. “Would you please relax,” she sighed from where she sat against the wall, “I’m just listening to music and doing an essay.”

[samxwynn-blog]

“Why in here? And excuse you, I am relaxed. A little bit more chill and I’d be dead.” Sam retorted, her hands pushed against her hips as she stood in front of the girl. “You have a room and a library to do essays at.”

[alexmcromwell]

Moving to the stool in front of Sam and she sat on it, looking up at the girl. “Well….” Trailing off as she pulled a key out of her pocket. “I had a friend make this for me so I could sneak in.” Thanking the high heavens that Riley wasn’t actually here, so she couldn’t get blamed or in trouble if Alex ever did get busted in here. “I’m also a spy with skills no one knows about.” Teasing Sam with a smile as she placed the key back in her pocket. “Good. Want to chill in here with me Bunny or you got to get back to duty?” Picking her kit up as she pulled it to her and sit it in front of her.”

[samxwynn-blog]

“Iffy.” Sam responded with a grin as she looked at the key for a second. It wasn’t like she hurt anyone with this and Alex certainly wasn’t the kinda girl to go around and destroy anything on purpose. So allowing her to stay wasn’t something Sam had to think about for too long. It’d be fine for sure. “Okay agent 007, as long as you don’t pull any laser-pens out of your pockets we’re cool.” She chuckled softly, chair pulled close to Alex to sit down next to the Junior. “I’m sure the others will be fine for a few minutes. I mean, surely they’ll miss me and my impeccable humor...but you know, they need to learn to live without me. So — what are you doing?”

[s--daniels]

“Come onnnn dude.” She groaned, walking to the edge of the platform to extend a hand for Sam to grab. Shooting a glare at the man to her right who cat-called her, she motioned for her co-worker to hurry up. “Just because you’re campus security doesn’t mean you can’t let loose. Let’s go. Giddy up.” She called, before pulling her onto the stage. “Grab.” She instructed, holding the pole with one hand. “Leg.” She continued, wrapping a leg around it. “And spin.” She said, masterfully spinning around twice. It wasn’t her first pole-dancing rodeo. “It’s just a pole, Sammers. I’m not asking you to rob a bank.” She laughed, encouraging her to try it.

[samxwynn-blog]

There wasn’t really a lot she could do as Steph grabbed her hand already and had pulled Sam on the stage. Especially considering Sam was busy trying to hide behind her bangs. Obviously, that didn’t work out too well. She watched her friend show her how to do it, occasionally trying to murder people with her eyes only for a grin to be back in place in no time. “Honestly, can’t we rob a bank instead?” Sam whined softly, grabbed the pole despite her own words, though. With a leg wrapped around it, she spun around the pole, eyes fixated on Steph as her chin connected to her neck. “Dude, can you like, do it with both legs?”

[alexmcromwell]

Alex did her best to look from under the table to see where Sam was, but she couldn’t place her. All she could hear was the other girls footsteps coming closer, she silently panic. Putting both hands together she closed her eyes and prayed Sam wouldn’t find her, but she could already feel another pair of eyes on her. Dropping both hands to her lap and she sighed. “It’s my thing. It’s nice and quiet here.” Crawling out from under the desk, she pushed herself off the ground. “When there’s a lot of people around I can’t to think as clearly as when I do here late at night.” Putting both hands in her jacket pocket. “I’m guessing you’re going to escort me out of here?”

[samxwynn-blog]

Sam took a step back as Alex crawled out from her hiding spot. As gracious as one could possibly do that, of course. She hadn’t really expected this to be someone that just wanted to study, since...students usually avoided exactly that. Or at least she did when she was in High school. “How did you get in here? Did you crack the lock open or something? Picked it? Are you actually a spy with skills no one knows about?” The young woman asked, an amused undertone clearly audible before she chuckled. “Escort you out? For what? I know nothing and I saw nothing. My name is bunny and I know nothing.” 

[s--daniels]

“A huge fake dick?” She questioned with wide eyes. “We’re gonna need more tequila than I thought.” She remarked, laughing. Then, her head cocked to the side as she contemplated Sam’s offer. “Hey. Anything for twenty bucks.” She replied, spinning around on the bar stool and mounting atop the platform that held the pole. Wrapping her legs seductively around the steel, she did a quick spin. “Come on, dude. Get up here. Let’s give ‘em a show.”

[samxwynn-blog]

“Well, I don’t have a real one so...” She shrugged, placing a refilled glass at her lips to take a reasonable big gulp. “There’s never enough Tequila. Unless it kills you, of course...” Sam’s eyes widened, along with her grin as she watched Steph approach said pole. Really, no matter how much she expected from Steph  — this was certainly not on the list. Cheering loudly, the younger witch turned around on her stool. “Oh no, babe. The stage is yours. The audience loves you! Marilyn Monroe was nothing compared to you. Wait!” Sam screamed all of sudden, sliding off her stool. “You need a stripper name...Kinky Kitty? Slutty Steph? Billy Clitton? Boobie McGee?”

[alexmcromwell]

All Alex wanted to do was work on her potions in private, but since it was after hours the lab was closed. Thankfully though Riley had given her a key a few years ago that she used on the regular to sneak in at night and work. Working on potions always seemed to calm whatever was going on in her life. Flipping on the light and she closed the door softly behind her. Instantly going to get her potions kit out of the cabinet. Hearing someone talk though from the other side of the room made her panic, she tossed her kit on the table before hiding under one of the desks nearby. Maybe Sam wouldn’t notice it was her. 

[samxwynn-blog]

The loud screeching of the kit being tossed on the table left Sam flinching. Dark brows furrowed as she stepped closer towards the sound. At least that didn’t sound like someone was getting lucky in here. Inching closer, Sam eventually reached the table and looked down at the kit in confusion. Who would come here to work on potions at this hour of the day? Her eyes wandered around, searching for any sort of hiding space in the room. It’s barely been seconds since the clattering of the kit and she certainly didn’t see anyone run past her. Sam just stared at the kit in silence for another second before she crouched down to look underneath the desk, then to her left. A brow was cocked, a small, but amused, look on her face as she spotted Alex. “Really? I mean...potions? At this hour?”

[norafellsridge-reagan-deactivat]

“Okay, the issue at hand was the fact that we’re in the Unclaimed dorms and you are not an Unclaimed so how on Earth does it make sense for someone to be the Resident Adviser who wasn’t an Unclaimed person? Because that’s the only thing anyone wanted. I’m sorry that it hurt your feelings, honey.” Phoebe emphasized the word that Samantha had been using. Nothing made her want to roll her eyes more than someone trying to be demeaning and condescending than using stupid names like that, but if that’s how she wanted to argue, fine. It was childish, but if any word could describe the whole argument with Samantha, it would be that one. “Now after having to repeat myself several times, I’m not going to bother anymore. If you have anymore of an issue, take it up with the Chancellor. Or hold your own protest for all I care.”

[samxwynn-blog]

“Again, if you were to get off your high ass horse you’d probably have gotten my message by now. But I guess that’s just how you are. It’s never been about the position, but you seem to think that’s the one and only thing I’m talking about while I explicitly told you, I knew things were going to change. The issue at hand isn’t that goddamn RA position, but the way it was handled. By you. Who heroically volunteered to step up for her peoples rights. Save your energy for protests that aren’t completely ridiculous and unnecessary next time.” Pushing herself off her seat, Sam loudly screeched the chair forward against the table. She leaned forward again, a sweet smile on her face. “Now, I’ve gotta make myself useful and fry someone’s ass.”

[morgan-drake]

“But they exist. And when mankind discovers new lifeforms, what’s the first thing they wanna do? Fuck ‘em. Or, kill them, one of the two. He’s a Vulcan, not a damn Rathtar. But the dream didn’t last long enough to know if he planted me with his alien seed. You would helicopter dick across campus? I would just pee on everything because why not. I do, I made it a couple of years ago. I can’t believe I never thought to show you. Nuh uh, this one’s mind. One day when I figure it out it’s going to have proper plasma blade like the movies, but for now it’s nice for aesthetics. If I feel like it, maybe I’ll make one for you for Christmas. Depends how inspired I feel after The Force Awakens comes out in a couple of weeks.”

[samxwynn-blog]

“Also true. You know, people tend to kill what they don’t know about. Which really is a shitty problem-solving method. Well...that’s a good thing, no one wants Alien babies. Like what do you put on their passport? Born in space? On mars? Stopped on the moon for a second? Milky way? No, just doesn’t work out well. I would as well as just...dick slapping everyone. That sounds fun at least. But peeing on everything is a nice idea too. Which technically means you own all the bitches now since you peed on them. I can’t believe you never showed it to me either! Well, technically...wouldn’t it actually suffice if you have something really fucking hot as a blade? Like, Iron just before the melting level? Because then, I’m your bitch. Not yet, since I haven’t figured my shit out yet. But fire is kinda hot. As you see, i have actually no idea how plasma work. I know it’s hot, though. Dude, if you make me one for Christmas...I’ll literally call you god for the rest of your life. Don’t remind me, I’m so excited. I’m peeing my pants everytime I just think about it.”

[shae-winters-blog]

The expression on the girls face only made Shae laugh harder. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes as she tried to calm herself down enough to talk “Your face” she wheezed through broken laughter, taking yet another moment to try to compel herself to act like a normal human being. Though she still let out the odd giggle here and there, Shae nodded her head “Usually I try to go with something like ‘she’s faking it’ but your way is a little nicer. You’d be shocked at just how many times I’ve caught these little assholes trying to get bizzay in the closests around here like some sort of animals. Like? You have dorms? Go frickle-frackle there maybe?”

[samxwynn-blog]

“Well it’s my only face, don’t make fun of it...that’s just...rude as fuck.” Finally, Sam snorted and let out a couple of chuckles. This was certainly better than being flashed by a pale, hairy ass. Shae was definitely pale, but not as disgusting as a hairy ass. “’She’s faking it’...I’m writing that done. What the hell, though? Like, they have rooms why would you go for some dirty closet or shit. That’s uncomfortable as fuck and like...jesus, no control at all. That’s almost as bad as people romanticizing fucking on the beach. No one wants sand in places Sand isn’t naturally found.”

[shae-winters-blog]

The familiar voice rattled through the room Shae had just ducked into, doing her usual round of cleaning before it was time to head out for the day. With a shit stained grin on her face the girl let out an overtly sexual moan, followed by another and progressively getting faster as Sam got closer. It didn’t last long before she burst into a fit of laughter and stepped out from where she had hidden herself “Last I check I was a member of the staff, thank you very much. Unless you’re hear to fire me”

[samxwynn-blog]

While she did say she’d vomit hearing anything like that, Sam just froze and stared at the direction the moans were coming from. Chin almost attached to her neck, Sam couldn’t even laugh along when Shae stepped out from where she had hidden, still in shock from the uncomfortable feeling of complete and utter awkwardness that had spread throughout her body. After a couple of seconds, she exhaled loudly and pointed her finger at the other. “Ha. Got me. Ha. Jesus fucking christ, that was uncomfortable for me and the imaginary couple boning the shit out of each other in a stuffy ass room. What do you even tell those people? ‘Please keep your bodily fluids to yourself’? ‘Cover your stump before you hump? ‘If you think she’s spunky, cover your monkey’? And no, no I’m...just checking the room temperature.”

[norafellsridge-reagan-deactivat]

“Listen, I’m going to say this one more time– I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t plan to do anything. I didn’t plan to lead a protest, I didn’t plan to be made RA or President in your stead, and I didn’t plan to hurt your feelings. You can swear at me, slander my name, insult me like a child, but the fact is no matter how many years of your life you’ve spent Unclaimed, you’re not anymore. That isn’t an argument, it’s a fact. I’m sure you have better things to do than cry about what once was. Your friends are still your friends and the only thing that’s coming in between that is your inability to differentiate an entitled feeling you have of deserving better from what you think is a betrayal and what was right for the Unclaimed. Nobody hates you– I don’t hate you. We were all uncomfortable with the thought of being represented by someone who wasn’t like us anymore. Despite what you’ve done for the Unclaimed in the past, people were afraid that a claimed witch wouldn’t understand them anymore. But go ahead, make this whole about you because obviously, it is.”

[samxwynn-blog]

“You don’t even understand my point. Which just proves how narrow-minded you are. It’s a fact, I’m not Unclaimed anymore. I never said, at any point in my rather short life, that I’m still unclaimed. I didn’t hide it or lie about it to anyone. No, this is not me being petty or unable to differentiate an entitled feeling of deserving better and betrayal and what was right for the Unclaimed. You talk like you’re in some satanic cult that had to publicly shame the person who praised fucking jesus. Are you stuck in medieval times? It literally makes absolutely no sense at all. The way you move from ‘we were uncomfortable’ to ‘we had a public protest against a single person’. And don’t come at me with this ‘well you’re a claimed Witch’ crap because I’ll literally gauge my eyes out and shove them down your throat. You know what it’s like to be treated like shit by people because of how you were born. They’re not doing it because they personally hate you either. They do it because you’re Unclaimed. What you did...was exactly the same. Tell me how the shit they do or say doesn’t affect you personally. Because that’s the reason we protested. To stop that. Instead, you pulled the same bullshit. And yes, I do take it personally when people protest to kick me out of a place. Because after all, the second I got my powers was pretty much my mind erasing the last twenty-two years. Also any form of reasoning. So you had to treat me like shit and then hide behind the whole ‘it was justice for the Unclaimed’ bullshit. Seems legit, honey. So yes, excuse me for feeling a little salty about that and taking it personal.”

[norafellsridge-reagan-deactivat]

“Despite your assurance, Samantha, I don’t hate claimed witches at all. I don’t care about having an element or not– You’re just so incredibly bent on painting yourself out to be the victim and, go ahead, I certainly won’t stop you from your pity party.” Phoebe shook her head. Talking to Sam was like talking to a brick wall. It wasn’t Phoebe’s job to comfort her about it. They were never friends and she didn’t have anything to feel bad about. “The protest wasn’t public to humiliate you– As someone who claims to have so vehemently defended the Unclaimed cause, then certainly you can imagine how often any injustice that happens to us get swept under the rug. And I sat here, not because any personal vendetta I have against you, but because I’m not going to let your pettiness stop me from eating my lunch.”

[samxwynn-blog]

“No, I’m just pointing out the flaws of your logic compared to the shit you’re saying. Maybe I am bitter, but can you blame me? Have you ever heard yourself talk? It’s a miracle my asshole hasn’t been sucked up from all the cringing yet. And in case you don’t know how public protests work, they are humiliating. Couldn’t have come to me eye to eye?” Sam cocked an eyebrow as she leaned her elbows onto the wooden surface of the table. If serving justice meant shitting on someone that worked for the same goal as you — maybe this was for the best after all. But to her, Phoebe was nothing but excusing the bitch move of hers and the people she pulled into it. It wasn’t like Sam was some unapproachable asshole who would’ve torn down the damn campus about it. She had known she’d have to move into a different dorm, that things would change. It was a terrifying time for her as well and having people you trusted turn against you all of sudden when it all could’ve been much different just seemed unfair. Not seemed, was. “This wasn’t injustice against you or anyone Unclaimed. But if it makes you sleep better at night — yes, you are the knight in shining armor who saved the Unclaimed from injustice. My pettiness? I’m sorry that Smeagol is a better company than you, wow. Though...you both are kinda alike...backstabbing...talking weirdly...kinda two-faced.”