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@slosco
“To not being brainwashed in general, honestly. I’m free as fuck,” he laughed, tipping his glass back to take a drink.
“To being free as fuck,” Sloane repeated before taking a swig that nearly emptied her glass. She looked down at her glass staring into it hard before looking up at the boy. “Do you smoke.. or do other illegal substances?”
“ it’s not arrogance if it’s the truth, my dear pledge. ”
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s still arrogance my dear elder sister. Yeah, you’re gorgeous but you don’t need to brag about it. Some people aren’t so fortunate.”
“Damn, how’d you manage to do that?” Calypso nodded, appreciating the girl’s answer. “Mm, fair. I like how you think.”
“Easy. I told them to get lost - and then I got lost on campus, thus never to return home. They sucked.” Sloane shrugged casually. “It’s true. I can’t think of the last time I’ve been sober.”
“Best choice ever right?”
“Seeing as ramen tastes like ass... yes. Also the fact that you ditched christmas bullshit gives me hope.”
“Cute support speech,” Tyler said, voice kept in its consistent cold tones. Though he appreciated somebody seeing his more accurate way of thinking, rather than what the world was getting force fed, he also knew that the more people he told, the more chance somebody would try to stop him. “Hope you know how a secret works,” he added, head tilted as he kept his eyes on her. “Your turn, Nemesis,” Tyler finished, the reference to a mythological God who was only a crack in the pavement compared to who he planned on being.
“I already told you that there’s nothing cute about me. And yeah, like I’m gonna go run and gossip with my sorority about your feelings at a sleepover. I’m definitely that kind of girl. ” Sloane replied in an almost flat tone, but with a little hint of snark in her voice. “I want vengeance against my parents. I hate them and I want to make their beating hearts to rot. I don’t want them to die, but I want their spirits to die and I want them to realize that they ruined two lives that would have been better off not being born. But I especially want to get back at my mom. I want to not only ruin her, but ruin her legacy.”
“Exactly. Everyone is different, no matter how much people want to try and group together to make an undefeated monster.”
Sloane raised her glass at the boy in a mock-toast. “I like how you think. Cheers to not being brainwashed by society.”
“ –no, that can’t be right. maybe, but do you know what is a right ?? being able to admire my beauty while i rock an expensive dress. so i have to go. you know–otherwise i’d be taking away the rights of the people and that’s super rude. ”
“Right. Do you realize how insanely arrogant you sound? I mean, more power to you, dude - but I’m just seriously wondering.”
“You know the annoying barista at the Starbucks down the block? I haven’t seen him in the last month– which means my coffee was made correctly, but still. That’s a long time to go on vacation, especially when you’re a barista.”
“Or maybe he got a different job. Just a thought.”
Max shrugged, shaking his head. “You’re practically our sister house. And besides, most of us don’t fit the archetype anyway.”
“I don’t really believe in archetypes. I mean.. how can an individual soul be grouped with others?”
“Yikes. You party too hard or something?”
“More like just disowned my parents. I believe that one can simply never party too hard.”
“Ooookay,” he said, stretching out the word, amusement in his tone. He returned in a couple minutes with two glasses, handing one to her. “What house you rushing?”
Sloane looked carefully around the house, examining everything in eye sight before the boy returned and she took her drink from him. She sipped at the whisky slowly. “Delta Alpha Delta. Shocked?”
“Who’s rich as hell and can take me to Paris, like, now? These are some important questions I desperately need to know for science.”
“Don’t look here, I’m cut off.”
Ugly sweater parties and misplaced mistletoe or gifts and food that isn’t Ramen for Christmas.. easiest decision I’ve ever made.
“gifts and food that isn’t ramen?”
“ not to be rude, but why haven’t i been asked to the formal yet ?? i made sure to go on a well-needed shopping spree when i went home for christmas, so i have a ton of cute new outfits that would be perfect for the occasion. and, i mean–why anyone would pass up the opportunity to ask someone as beautiful as yours truly is beyond me. ”
“Maybe because of that attitude. Just a thought - Being asked to formal is a privilege, not a right.”
Max laughed, nodding his head in understanding. “Yeah, I feel you,” he said, pouring whiskey into a glass. “Do you just want it on the rocks or with Coke?”
Sloane raised an eyebrow at the boy. “Is that some kind of sick joke? Mixers are for the weak. I take all my drinks on the rocks.”
“What the fuck? We totally are,” he laughed, making his way toward the kitchen. “Is whisky good? I think that’s all we have save for beer.”
“Only quoting you,” Sloane replied mellowly. “I don’t know any reputations yet, and I’m not really one to go off of popular opinion. Whisky it is.”
