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FMK: George, Dale, Jared (Sadie)
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“Uh, Dale? I don’t know no Dale. Who the fuck is D—” It clicks. “Oh my God. That’s DAVID, you fucking idiot! Sheesh. Goddamn morons. Anyway, yeah, I’d fuck David, I guess. Older guys are pretty hot, I dig it. Then I’d marry George, because he’s kinda yummy and I wouldn’t mind lookin’ at that all the time. I guess that leaves killing Jared. He’s some kind of immortal hybrid thing, so he’ll live again.”
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What's your favorite thing about your girl group?
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“We’re there for each other. We’re the first ones to tell each other when something’s a bad idea or we’re overreacting; and we’re the first ones who share the hurt and the celebrations. Those are my girls. I’ve cried with them, laughed with them, had meaningless conversations about nothing with them. We started with the foundation of the bromance and grew from there, and I love how it’s grown.”
Was Jared your first love? (Natalie)
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“He was my first everything, pretty much. First kiss, first boyfriend, first time— all of it. I’ve never been really popular with the boys, so I never really got that kind of attention till him. I was only eighteen and him nineteen when we got together, so maybe I was naive but I fell for him hard. It was pretty devastating when I found out he didn’t really feel the same, but with all his secrets I guess it was doomed anyway.”
Do you think Jared could have done better than Rebekah, Adrian?
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“Obviously. He’s a wolf, she’s a vampire. Our kinds don’t exactly mix together considering she’s, well, dead.” A pause. “Then again, I guess he’s technically half-dead now as well. Not really sure what goes on in his head sometimes if I’m honest.”
When are you going to be best friends with Jared?
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“When pigs fly, perhaps. Even then, it’d be a stretch but maybe if he grovels... Honestly though, Rebekah, you never were very subtle.”
Thoughts on Jared getting married? (Natalie)
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“Honestly, I think he could’ve done better. I’m not going to claim that I know Rebekah that well, but I’ve seen enough of her to get a feel for the kind of person she is. Petty, rude, all around mean girl. I’m honestly not sure what he sees in her.
As much as it hurts me to say it though, I do wish him the best. If he’s happy with a total psychopath, then I guess that’s all that matters. What I think isn’t going to change who he loves.”
“Oh look it’s you, the embodiment of an actual angel here to bless me”
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Having received a number of drunken texts and phone calls, Claire was rather surprised to find Henrik still able to sit upright when she finally arrived at the Grill. She couldn’t say the same for Tyler, who was passed out asleep at the bar or Jared, who didn’t even seem to be speaking English anymore as he ordered another round for them. Apparently their boys night playing video games had turned into drinking the town pub dry.
Starting toward the trio of trouble, Jared notes her approach with amusement and elbows Henrik knowingly. “Your girlfriend is here,” he teases, giggling as if they were both back in elementary school and his buddy’s crush was approaching their lunch table. She wondered just how much a hybrid had to drink to be as wasted as he clearly was.
As Henrik spun around on his stool to greet her, Claire thought he might just fall off and crack his head wide open. Fortunately he didn’t. “Oh look it’s you, the embodiment of an actual angel here to bless me”
She just barely manages to suppress a laugh. Right about now all that alcohol probably had him thinking that he was dripping with irresistible charm; a true ladies man. In his defense though, she found his drunken idiocy rather adorable. It was all very… Henrik. Just less sober. “Very smooth. I bet you use that one on all the girls though,” she comments with a smirk as Jared nearly topples over with laughter next to him.
“You know, you’re lucky that you’re very cute because I don’t do these 3AM calls for just anybody.” She informs him as the bartender returns with another round. Before he has the chance to take it, Claire moves the whiskey out of his reach. “No, no. I think you’ve had more than enough for tonight, Romeo. I’m taking you home where you’re going to drink about a gallon of water and go to bed, got it?”
Leaving him no room to argue, not that he would win anyway, she helps him down and wraps a supportive arm around his waist. “Oh and Jared? I’d get home before your wife kills you.”
