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— mason.

“Thought so. And not exactly what I was gonna ask,” he quipped with an easy grin. He could understand the need for the statement. Happened all too often with his own bike. “Was just gonna ask what you’re working with. Don’t quite recognize it.”

“Oh. Well, now I look fucking idiotic. Ignore that I said that now, thanks.” She shook her head, mentally slapping herself. Sometimes she was aggressive for no reason at all. “I kinda put it together myself. So it’s a lot of different stuff. It was broken down and I fixed it up. It’s pretty much a Sullivan Abernathy original.”

#dialogue | mascnking.

— olivia.

“You should know by now that it takes me about fifteen years to go ready, sweet bottom. Really, are you sure you’re my best friend? I feel like there’s a lot of things you’re forgetting about me. You haven’t found someone to replace me, have you?”

“Yes, I do know that, but I wanted to rush you because I’m fucking impatient. As you already know. Because best friend and all that. I have replaced you though. I get along with so many people, it’s just so fucking easy to replace Olivia Locke.”

#dialogue | olivialocke.

— amber.

starter for @sullivanabernathy

It’d been awhile since she’d caught up with her sister - both of them laying on the floor of her apartment, passing a bottle of wine and listening to whatever Sullivan had flipped the channel to on the TV set. The ceiling fan was making her a little dizzy and causing all sorts of giggles, sitting up to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind her ear before her gaze fell back to her sibling. “Sometimes I feel like I’m living in the board game of CLUE,” Amber blurted, her blue eyes widening in surprise before bursting out in laughter.

They were definitely two different kinds of drunks. Amber was very giggly and Sulli was a very tired one. Once alcohol was in her system, it was like her momentum just dwindled down to nothing and she just wanted to lay down. Which was perfect since they were laying down on the floor. “CLUE? Do you wanna get killed in the ballroom with the wrench?” She joked with a chuckle.

#dialogue | amberabernathy.

— mason.

starter for @sullivanabernathy

“That your bike over there? Saw you by it, but wasn’t exactly sure,” he questioned with eyes shifting from her to the bike then back to her.

“Yeah, it is. And no, it’s not for fucking sale.” She paused as she looked at him. “Or was that even what you were going to ask?”

#dialogue | mascnking.#queensofstarters2k18

"Tell me, did you at least see some of the acts at Lollapalooza so I could live vicariously through you or did you not and ruin both of our lives all in one go?” @themaiaprescott

#dialogue | themaiaprescott.#me @ myself: do better

"Oh, best friend, where the fuck are you? We’ve got a nice date to get to, sweetie pie.” @olivialocke

#dialogue | olivialocke.#short af #but yolo??

— jordan.

Hearing the door open, Jordan spun around, coming to a heavy sigh of relief. The sight of her was just so calming, already imagining them reconciling in a matter of minutes. Still, Jordan knew he shouldn’t count his blessings. Their fight at the Gala was so unexpected, the male couldn’t count on their many times ‘fighting’ to heal as easy as it used to. He had to play it safe, which meant using their mother’s. Jordan knew if he had just gone to her place, he would’ve been standing outside the door for hours before gathering the courage to knock. “… I asked moms to call you here,” he looks up, taking a few steps forward. “I want to say that I’m sorry. If I had really hurt you… I’m sorry.”

It was no secret that Sullivan got along with Jordan the most out of all of her siblings. None of them had a lot in common personality-wise, but they all loved each other. Picking favorites was never the thing someone wanted to do when it came to family, but she didn’t really care about that rule. And the fact that she had felt betrayed by him at the Gala had hurt more than she probably let on. Which was more than likely why he was apologizing right now. Because he knew she was upset by it even if she wasn’t showing it. Or maybe she wasn’t as good at hiding emotion as she would have liked to be. “I don’t know why you’re saying sorry. I’m perfectly fucking fine. My feelings weren’t hurt or anything in the slightest.” There was the strong urge to hug him or something right now, but she just folded her arms over her chest to keep her hands from reaching out. She hated hugs anyway. “Was that it? Are you going to make me food now?”