Might as well be Drunk in Love

[scgclden]

𝐒𝐂𝐆𝐂𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 is a dependent rpg blog for campusloser written by bea. 

MARIGOLD 'GOLDIE' LEWIS. twenty two years old. known as 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜, and member of the cheerios and the new directions. { intro & connections. dash interactions. mirror. musing. }

TYLER PERERA. twenty four years old. known as 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧, and member of the saint rivera swim team and the campus radio. { intro & connections. dash interactions. mirror. musing. }

[maycanady]

VICTORIA PEDRETTI as CHERRY FORBIDDEN FRUITS (2026) dir. Meredith Alloway

[scgclden]

who. goldie & rosa @onwiththeshcw where. brooks party, by the drink table

"i know we have cheerios practice in the mornin', but i swear i can handle just one more shot!" a fit of giggles left the girls mouth, as even she didn't believe the words she was saying right now. but who cares, right? she was here to have fun. she wanted to have fun, after the thoughts she'd been having the last few days. grabbing the bottle of tequlia, goldie poured what was definitely more then a standard shot of liquor in two glasses for her and rosa to drink. handing the drink off to the girl, goldie slid her arm through the other girls so they were twisted together like a pretzel before counting down. "three, two, one." she leaned forward to throw back the shot, wincing at the burn that came from it and the trail of liquor that slid down her chin. "ugh, okay maybe that was a bad idea." she murmured, wiping at her mouth.

[scgclden]

who. goldie & savannah @whimsyhcrts where. brooks party, outside

"can ya help me up?" goldie asked to the person to her left, drunk enough that if she tried to pull herself off of the step she was sitting on, she'd definitely fall over. but when she was helped, pulled up and suddenly face to face with savannah, any warmth from goldie's expression was gone. "thanks," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. she had liked savannah once, but anyone lying about the health of their grandparent was not okay in her book.

[scgclden]

who. tyler & oliver @starstm where. brooks place, the party

"fuck you!" tyler called out, a slight laugh in his voice as he chugged the cup of beer. how the hell did he end up so royally screwed in this game of beer pong? he thought that his team was well matched. but after the now empty cup was tossed off to the side, tyler looked at his partner and realized the guy was barely standing. he must've been way more fucked up when they started playing, worse then tyler thought. "hey, hey i need a new partner." tyler called, motioning to the guy who had fallen asleep standing up. shaking his head, he saw the first passerby and grabbed him. "i need your help." the guy was a cheerio, which mean he must have some athletic ability right? as the other team began to boo as the new teammate approached, tyler shook his head and said, "ignore them, they're just mad we have a fighting chance." and then he handed the ball to oliver.

[sing2you]

after losing the role of elphaba in wicked to someone who stella knew could not do it justice, it felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on her when she finished up her meeting with professor zhou on the set of her greatest failure only to run into tyler perera.

she'd been avoiding the auditorium ever since the cast list went up, but rejecting her favorite professor's chosen location when stella was lucky enough to get the meeting in the first place didn't seem like the move. she needed the woman on her side in order to secure the spring play she was hoping for. so, stella blocked out her surroundings as she walked her through her ideas, her passionate picture this! only aided by the fact that they were in the space the show would go into.

but then professor zhou left. and stella...

she was just doing a debrief with herself. she wasn't lingering for any other reason. but tyler's words, directed at her from the audience, were yet another rude reminder that nothing had gone the way it was meant to on halloween.

great.

"like you care," she directed her words towards him with narrowed eyes, his apology not even registering. "i have no clue where he is, as his whereabouts are none of my concern. why are they suddenly yours?" if somehow he'd wormed his way into the cast of wicked, she was going to scream.

[scgclden]

she was right, he didn't care. i mean, sure, a part of him was curious about what she was doing here, considering she had no real reason to be here right now. she wasn't apart of this show, he had made sure of it when he accepted the tech job. but did he really want to start a game of twenty questions with stella? god no.

he winced at the tone of her voice. the venom in it. fuck, this was worse then when they normally interacted, right? "i need to talk to him. i'm apart of the tech crew now, and i need a tour of the place. and to figure out what i'm actually going to be doing..." his voice trailed off as he finally took a look around the auditorium. the catwalk above, the sound booth towards the back of house, the stage and it's illusive backstage. sage had given him an idea of what the he'd be doing, but he still needed to meet with the man in charge.

eyes coming back to stella, tyler brought a hand up to scratch his temple. dennis' advice played back in that moment, and he knew it needed to be done. with a deep sigh, he said, "hey so uh... we should probably talk about halloween. i'm sorry for disappearing. i...." he what? how did you tell the girl you left while she was showering because you suddenly came to your senses? that you wanted to rip her clothes off and then the second you were alone it was like you were dunked in an ice cold bath. "i was drunk." he shrugged, as if that was explanation enough. god way to be a fucking coward.

[socvereign]

"   again   i   think   you   do   kind   of   get   like   a   free   pass   in   being   shitty.   I   think   at   this   point   everybody   who   lived   in   your   dorm   should   at   least   get   some   leeway.   but   thank   you   i   would   love   to   get   some   help.   I   might   have   also   left   my   earbuds   in   one   of   the   pockets   ...   they   even   ahd   like   my   favourite   ear   cushion   on   them   so   i   would   love   to   get   them   back.   as   well   just   my   jacket,   of   course.   " at   the   question   about   retracting   her   steps   or   actually   remembering   when   she   last   had   it   she   couldn't   help   but   sheepishly   look   around.   "   yeah   well   the   thing   is   i   think   i   still   ahd   when   i   came   her   like   a   couple   of   hours   ago.   but   there   might   also   be   a   possibility   that   i   didn't.   i   blame   the   chaos   of   everything   for   me   not   remembering   at   this   point.   because   normally   i'm   right   up   everything   so   like   this   doesn't   usually   happen.   "

[scgclden]

free pass or not, he didn't want to sit here complaining about his life all day. so instead he was going to be productive and help luciana find her damn jacket. when she mentioned that her earbuds were in a pocket, tyler locked in. "just one? or the case?" he asked, popping up from his previous position, where he had been looking under the table. "cause if it's the case, we can use the find my app. if it's nearby we should hear an alert."

tyler didn't want to mention that if she did happen to have the jacket here an hour ago, and did leave it lying around, there was a chance someone could've jacked it. they were in college, and some people had sticky fingers. "okay well, it's not around here. so lets start walking around." he grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, leaving his books where they were. they technically belonged to the library, so if someone stole them, so be it. "so did you leave in a hurry, or just accidentally leave it behind?" he asked, as he looked down rows of bookshelves and on nearby tables.

[sm0kesh0ws]

Noemi glanced down at the stack of books she had brought with her. "Forensics." A beat. "And I think I've got Turn of the Screw and a book about cadavers in there." Basically saying that she does have hobbies. At his suggestion to throw away the sweatshirt, their nose wrinkled. "I probably should. My mom would be ecstatic; she hates synthetic fibers."

Tyler's response made them go quiet, her fingers stopping the picking. "I guess it's easier to make something smaller than it is to admit it scared you." She admitted. There were still nights when she would wake up convinced she could smell smoke, which maybe was the remnants of her belongings. But Tyler was right; there was no prize for pretending it didn't matter. Her attention shifted toward him when he mentioned couch surfing. "At least you know June isn't going to accidentally set your room on fire." She paused for a moment, shaking her head. "Actually, they absolutely would. So, good luck."

Noemi tipped back slightly in her chair, arms folding across her chest. "Staying with my moms in Jersey," she clicked her head to the side. "They didn't turn my room into a home gym or meditation sanctuary yet, so I'm not exactly roughing it."

[scgclden]

"what's your major?" tyler wondered, looking at the books spines in order to read each title. he knew some people could look at his major and think, holy shit that is a lot of math and practical application to know, but if noemi was studying something that needed her to check out books on forensics and cadavers, he would gladly stick to trig.

he nodded as they accepted his attempt at words of comfort, "it's okay to be like, that was scary. lit just happened and there's no time limit to processing trauma. and if anyone makes you feel like there is, they can get fucked." he'd like to see them have all their shit burned up and an entire room reduced to rubble, and come away without a single complex. the comment about june had him chuckling, even if the idea of anything being set on fire was still a little touchy. "yeah, they're unpredictable as hell. but we've been friends for a while, so i think june'll go easy on me."

he winced at the mention of jersey. "fuck, you're commuting?" he had the option to do that when he had gotten accepted, but the idea of paying to go to college while living at home wasn't exactly ideal. "i mean, shout out to your moms. and i bet not having to rely on cafeteria food is a sweet deal, but damn... have you thought about staying somewhere closer? or trying to find a place near campus?"

[victoria-pedretti]

Victoria Pedretti as Cherry FORBIDDEN FRUITS 2026 — dir. Meredith Alloway

[oflos3rs]

𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴:   brooks' house,   @8:00PM.

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷:   [ 0 / 5 ]

   the party had been in full swing for all of ten minutes, which, in brooks' estimation, was plenty of time for things to start going wrong. case in point: the keg. somewhere between the first few people arriving and brooks deciding that he was, in fact, qualified to handle the keg himself, something had gone horribly sideways. beer was pooling around the base, the tap was refusing to cooperate, and brooks was crouched in front of the whole mess with one hand braced against the keg and the other fiddling uselessly with the nozzle. "okay." he muttered, mostly to himself. "this is not as complicated as everyone is making it out to be." another attempt. nothing. brooks squinted at the tap like it had personally offended him. "it's literally one job." he gave the nozzle another twist, only to get a thin sputter of beer that immediately splashed across his hand. he stared at it for a second before wiping his palm against the front of his shirt. then, sensing someone nearby, he glanced up. "hey." there was a brief pause as he looked between them and the increasingly questionable situation in front of him. "you know how to fix a keg, right?" he didn't wait for an answer before adding, with complete confidence: "because i definitely do. i'm just letting you have a turn."

[scgclden]

as goldie walked into the party with her hair in a high bun and a poor attempt at a cute outfit - she had rushed from glee practice - the blonde wondered if maybe it would've been best to stay home. seriously, if it wasn't for all the girlies, and brooks, begging her to join the fun, she would've gone back to her dorm, taken a super long shower, and slept until her alarm went off at 6am.

but she said she would have one beer, and she was actually curious if they were going to play musical chairs, so she showed up. only now, it seemed like the keg was broken? so no beers... maybe? she had never fixed a keg in her life, and wasn't going to try to give brooks pointers. instead she watched him talk to some random guy about it. walking up next to brooks, goldie said, "smart. i think he's in shep's frat. i bet he knows what to do." and then as a more official greeting, she pulled brooks into a quick hug. "congrats on makin' the list! and two weeks in a row! totally deserving. sooner or later you might just pass me."

[loveyssun]

OPEN STARTER, CHEERIO ONLY:

Lovey hadn’t expected to become co-captain of the Cheerios. Really. Coach Steele was her guiding light, her hero, but she hadn’t been gunning for the position— had hardly wanted it. Still, with the faith of Shauna Steele instilled in her, Lovey had lit a brand new fire under her own ass. She watched the girls with a new, studying gaze. Lovey paid attention to every stray elbow, made mental notes on who would need extra practice; who should be moved to the front, and who they should consider pushing to the back. She arrived to practice early, and now on the gym’s floor, stretching out, she was going to be leaving late. That’s what she had deemed her duty as co-captain.  "Well. Safe to say that I don't think I like everything that I saw out there." Lovey wasn't talking to them in particular– the Cheerio stretching at her side– but rather out loud, out of breath, chest still heaving after Coach’s whistle signifying the end of practice. Steele had drilled them until the girls were falling over, barked at them over spirit fingers, and wobbly knees like a rabid dog. The whistle’s dismissal was mercy on the rest of the team... but Lovey might have been happy going at it for another hour, at least. Until they were throwing up, until they were a well-oiled machine... Until they were so in sync that they rivalled the girl groups that Lovey Dove had become obsessed with since gaining free access to the World Wide Web.  “Extra rehearsal. Dance classes for some of these bitches.” Lovey nodded her head at her own idea. “They can cheer, but watching them move their hips is like watching a scoliosis victim trying to hula hoop.”  She paused. Looked toward the other — and reminded herself to stay kind. Or at least diplomatic now that she was a leader; some of these bitches could be so sensitive.  “You weren’t half bad… Not that anyone should be excused from extra practice. But. You could be a good example."

[scgclden]

goldie listened to lovey's observations of her cheerio teammates with rapt attention. mostly, she just wanted to make sure that she had done a good job. goldie was always going to thrive under praise, not criticism. and lately, with all the bickering and fighting going on between the girls on the squad, a bit of positivity could go a long way.

"maybe you and cece should sit down after practice and talk about how everyone can improve," the blonde suggested, letting out a deep sigh as she stretched out the muscles of her inner thigh. "that way you can both talk about any problem areas you notice. but," she looked up at lovey then, "when you tell everyone what they need to work on, maybe say one good thing they did at the last practice. or their strengths. you sorta just did it for me, and it makes me want to work harder." and because she didn't need extra cheerios practices on top of extra glee club practices.

"do ya like bein' co captain? you seem kinda perfect for the job."

[shcwtunes]

sully scoots in a little closer so he can see the previously exchanged messages, finding it hard to believe that they were real - but goldie had no reason to photoshop something like that. it was a good sign, one that meant maybe he still had a teeny tiny shot - but that was still a hell of a lot better than nothing, like he'd thought he had. "thanks. that's uh-... just-... thanks. that helps."

swinging his bag over his shoulder, sully follows goldie out the door, silently wondering how long he should wait before asking whether or not that means he might have a chance at surpassing luke on the hot or not list. ...maybe that was a conversation best saved for anther day, though. ...or with someone that wasn't the guy's girlfriend. she'd have a biased opinion, anyway. "that's fucked. i would'a had his back, if i'd been there." probably. maybe. for goldie's sake, anyway. "yeah, no, i won't say anything. is there anything i can do to help? ...get him a chipotle gift card, or something? i could do it anonymously, slip it under his door."

[scgclden]

"good, it better. we need you back on the team." she was sick of doing it all alone. she wanted sully back and she wanted to be co-choreographers together, dammit. "if you want, i'll wait outside the next practice and we can walk in together. and if anyone even tries to say anything i'll yell at them." she wasn't exactly a fighter, but she wanted sully there.

surprise was evident on her face when she turned to look towards sully after his proclamation. "really? i didn't know you two were that close." but it was nice to know luke had another person on campus who was watching it back. "and 'that's super sweet, but i don't really know if he wants people makin' a fuss about it. so just let him open up to you, okay?" in an attempt to make the topic move from that of her bruised boyfriend, goldie asked, "so, anythin' fun going on with you? are ya seeing anyone?"

[sm0kesh0ws]

Abilene listened with the same rapt attention she reserved for Sunday sermons, except this was considerably more scandalous and nobody was asking her to turn to the Book of Proverbs. She kind of preferred this. "Wait, you didn't kiss Naim?" Somehow that had shocked the brunette the most, her shoulders straightening even more. "I didn't realize you were so... monogamous." It was strange how their friendship operated. If Goldie was anyone else, she probably would have called them a whore straight to their face, but there was almost some kind of quiet understanding between the two. "Oh, the Wicked stuff. I think it's just that people didn't like who they got cast as. Thank goodness the Lord drew my path for me, and He led me right out of being in Wicked and straight to focusing solely on the Cheerios."

Then Goldie poked her. Abilene stared at her friend's finger, a soft chuckle emitting. "No," she said, shaking her head. "There is absolutely nothing going on with me. Everything is fine. Totally, perfectly fine." She was lying, and not very well at it. "I mean, it's complicated. You know, some of the Cheerios like me, and some of them would prefer if I spontaneously combusted during practice. It's actually a really hard balance." A pause before she continued word vomiting. "And then I was with Bear, and then I kissed Hollis and then Bear broke up with me, and then I made out with that really hot devil guy — not the actual devil! On Halloween," she clarified. "Oh, and Sullivan has apparently been...," she stopped herself completely at that.

"Actually, never mind, I've already rambled about myself too much." Abilene patted Goldie's leg. "Okay, your turn. I already know you're dating Shepherd, but what else?"

[scgclden]

there was something in goldie that hated the shock in abilene's voice when the blonde confessed she hadn't kissed naim. "no." she responded, venom in her voice at the unsaid accusation. or at least that's how it felt. "first of all, he's sheps brother. that's just weird. and if i knew i was going to be datin' luke when it came time to do seven minutes, i would've sat it out." she looked down at her hands then, softly scratching at her fingers. "i've been cheated on. a lot. so i have rules. and the main one is when i'm with someone, i'm not with anyone else. i know i hook up with a lot of people, but that's only when im single. i love sex. i'm not gonna stop having it." she knew there were people out there that had two, three, even four partners at a time. and if that worked for them, fine. but she wanted all consuming love. she wanted to be someone's world. "did you play?" goldie wondered, unable to keep track how many people did and did not go in a closet that night.

goldie could tell abilene wasn't exactly being truthful when she said nothing was going on with her, which caused the blonde to playfully tease, "i don't think god's a fan of liars." when abilene did open up, though, goldie listened before offering some kind of advice. "i just don't think some of the team are used to listening to anyone but coach or cece. ya know? but it's super amazing you came in with a vision and you're so dedicated to the cheerios already." sure goldie felt like abi was intense, but they needed that, didn't they? "personally i'm just tired of everyone fightin' with each other. it's stressing me out." it's why she'd been quiet in both the cheerios and the glee club group chats lately.

thoughts of feuding teammates were in one ear and out the other though, when abilene started recapping her weeks. "wait, so are you still with bear? and why'd you kiss hollis and not him? actually what the heck was dating bear even like? he seems... weird. also hot devil?! tell me all the deets." it was fun to gab like this with abilene. for the longest time goldie just saw her as a judgemental, repressed girl. but maybe she was just conflicted with her desires because the people in her life told her she was wrong for having them.

when the conversation was turned back to her, goldie let out a deep sign and put her head in her hands. "ugh, abi. can this please stay between us?" she hadn't even told cece yet, which was huge. turning towards abi, goldie took her hands. "i really like shep. like, a lot. we've been hooking up randomly over the years and i when it first started i had a huge crush, so when he asked me out it was like... well duh. obviously i'm gonna say yes. and he's been so sweet. he takes care of me, and it's easy, ya know? to just be around him and talk to him. but," her shoulders sagged as she sighed. "it's like every freakin' boy in this school suddenly has eyes. brooks kept saying stuff at halloween and i know he was checking me out, which he's never done before. and wyatt kissed me in the steam room like a day before shep asked me out. and cillian's just mad i'm not an option anymore... like what the fuck?" goldie let out a huff and then she was pulling away from abi, curling in on herself.

"also i can't help but feel like shep's keepin' something from me. you've seen him right? he was beat to shit recently. and he said it happened at a bar, but why would anyone even do that to him? and then i saw him giving noemi a birthday present, and i didn't even know they talked. and she told me they used to hook up so like... what's goin' on?" she felt a small tear pool at the corner of her eye and she quickly wiped it away. "sorry, i shouldn't be botherin' you with all of this. you wanted fun gossip."

[sm0kesh0ws]

Noemi slowed when Goldie stepped into her path, the question and the blonde's presence catching her off guard. She didn't care for cheerleaders or any jocks in particular, so the sudden interest was starting to make her feel like an experiment under a microscope. Let's see how we can make the weird girl tick! "Lucas?" Was all she asked as she adjusted the strap of her tote bag higher onto her shoulder, her expression forming into its usual state of disinterest.

They studied Goldie's face, realizing that something underneath the bubbly delivery felt a little pointed. Noemi had never been particularly skilled at reading social cues, but she wasn't completely oblivious either. Goldie wasn't asking because she suddenly wanted to know about Noemi's social life. Goldie was wondering if she should be worried. Threatened. If her relationship was under nuclear attack.

"No," she shook her head. "We're not friends." At least, that's not how Noemi would say it. There were some weird late-night conversations, messages from him she had ignored, and a notebook buried deep in her bag, but Noemi wasn't sure that made them friends quite yet. She was also sure that while a baby tethered them together, it didn't negate that they were still practically strangers with one another. "You know, you've never really talked to me before," she quietly observed. "Did he... do something?" Noemi was never one to word vomit, but there was some pit in her stomach. One that told her Goldie already knew everything. Wasn't that something girls like her had? Feminine intuition?

"Because if this is about us hooking up, it was one time and happened forever ago." A month and a half ago wasn't exactly forever ago, but they had a feeling the semantics wouldn't be brought up.

[scgclden]

goldie hated that she was upset by the fact that noemi called him by his first name. because like, hello, that's his freakin' name. and it was better then them having some nicknames or something... but it still made something in her stomach twist. "yeah, lucas." goldie repeated with a nod.

it felt like waiting on the edge of a cliff for noemi to actually answer her. like, goldie really thought she was going to stop breathing at one point. but when the answer came that the two weren't friends, she felt nothing but confusion deep in her stomach. okay so if they weren't friends, what were they? why had luke given her a gift? and then noemi was questioning this conversation and suddenly goldie felt like she was playing the part of paranoid and crazed girlfriend a little too well. "well, we don't really cross paths that often, ya know? except glee club, but i usually sit with my friends." shep, cece, brooks, sully. she already had friends in glee, there was no point in talking to everyone in that club. "and he didn't do anything. he's like, so great. perfect. i just saw him give you a present for your birthday, and that's usually a thing you do with friends."

she was almost ready to chalk up her paranoia as stress brought on by both cheerios media week and the upcoming sectionals performance, but then noemi mentioned hooking up and she suddenly knew she was onto something. "you guys hooked up? like, slept together?" goldie asked, stepping closer. "when? i mean, how long ago?" and why hadn't he told her? and why was he sneaking around giving noemi birthday gifts like he had something to hide? did he have something to hide?

[xoxoclementines]

@scgclden | clementine and goldie take media week <3

this was supposed to be a positive thing. getting together this afternoon after her full morning at the wellbeing drive, hanging out with a few of her sisters and talking to their new fans. "thanks for agreeing to do this with me, i think we could all use some more positive vibes right about now."

but there's a pause, a crack in the shine that she tries to keep up. "what did you think about like... all that in the chat?" she shouldn't be bitter, she's not a bitter person, but she is still a bit messed up over things. "i'm trying not to be upset..." she should be over it by now. she has so many more important things that have been going on. and yet.

[scgclden]

she was fixing her hair in the camera app on her phone when clem thanked her, and goldie paused all movement to turn to her fellow cheerio with a wide smile. "of course! the vibes have gotten... intense lately. and everyone seems to keep forgetting what we're doing this week. media week is super important!"

at the question about their cheerios group chat, goldie turned back to her phone, if only to hide her expression. "ummm. i mean i get what the girls are tryin' to say." she answered, afraid to really pick a true side in this whole argument. "it's important that everyone know that the cheerios are on top... but i don't think we should slushie the other titans just because they're in glee club." truthfully, she had never really be one for slushing people in general, but she didn't like to say it out loud.

[starstm]

WHO: oliver aquino & open WHERE: somewhere around campus WHEN: that second very cold car wash day this week

why hadn't he just chosen to be part of the calendar? perhaps it would've been the more obvious choice — oliver had modeling experience, he loved posing in front of a camera, and it would've meant he didn't actually have to do any work. it would've made sense. but yapping and flirting with customers, seducing them for bigger tips, and providing entertainment all while doing the absolute bare minimum to actually clean those cars? that was right up his alley too. and oliver found himself actually having a great time, even in the rain, until today. it was freezing, and oliver was ready to give up before he'd even finished cleaning the first car. several cars and countless shameless attempts at charming customers out of bigger tips later, it was finally time to wrap things up for the day. soaked, far more than the job actually required — and frankly more soaked than any of the cars he'd managed to wash — with a towel draped around his shoulders doing very little to help, oliver was ready to get back to his dorm and take a long, hot shower. but walking across campus shirtless and dressed in little more than a pair of athletic shorts didn't exactly seem appealing. he could just rush back to his dorm, of course, but oliver wasn't entirely convinced he'd make it there without developing a severe case of hypothermia or worse, simply freezing to death on the way. so, instead, he decided to approach the first person he spotted. "do you have, like, a sweater or anything i could borrow? because at this point, it's either that or you taking me to the ER, i'm afraid."

[scgclden]

goldie was freezing, but she refused to show it. this whole car wash had been her idea, and it had turned out to be like, a super smart idea. even with all the setbacks, like the rain and the cold, they had made a lot of money. and why? because they were all hot stuff. which meant succumbing to the november temperatures was not an option. of course the second the last car left and their metaphorical shift was over, goldie found a sweatshirt of shep's that she had stolen and pulled it on over the red bikini top and small cotton shorts.

oliver's question had her sheepishly turning to him. "no, i mean, i do. but i don't have an extra. besides, hoes don't get cold!" it had been her mantra for days, but even she knew it was pointless given the current weather and the fact that they were all in wet clothes. "here, it's gotta help a bit, right?" she handed oliver her towel, it hadn't been used in a minute so it wasn't as damp as it could be. "you'd think years of cheerios practices and football games in the cold would've prepared us for this." as the rest of the members began to dissipate around them, goldie leaned in. "don't tell anyone, but i know for a fact that the swim team has a steam room. we can warm up in there!"

[sweetfridays]

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