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okay,     this isn’t the worst thing that’s happened to her in the past twenty-four hours.          mara’s a big girl.         she can handle being stood up,     it’s not like she’s never done it to anybody else a few or a dozen times.          it’s just not all that funny when it’s happened to her.          maybe she’ll think next time before agreeing to meet a guy on tinder whose profile contained only one picture of him and a bio that spelled out nothing but his height.         six-foot-five,     though,     so can she really be blamed here?

unaccompanied on a saturday night isn’t an ideal scenario for mara.         the club’s not nearly as crowded as she likes,     either,     which is only exacerbating it all.         she likes it packed,     bodies pressed to bodies pressed to bodies in sweltering heat.          too many people dancing,     too many drinks spilled,     too many strangers to go home with     —     everything in excess.         instead,     she’s sitting at the bar,          [     who the fuck sits at the bar these days?     ]          drinking from her third cosmopolitan of the night.          she’d done her part of being polite and making what conversation she could with the bartender,    which was a task easier said than done considering the rocky start it’d gotten off to.          she could’ve sworn her name was harper.          doesn’t matter,     she can busy herself just as fine with her phone.

—     until there’s a lull in her twitter timeline.          worse yet,     no use resorting to instagram,     thanks to the suspension her account was recently handed.          mara sighs,   dejected,   and lets her phone fall face-first onto the countertop.          she twists herself around on her barstool to catch sight of the club’s entrance     ;     every now and then,     a crowd of three or four ventures in,     and that’s sufficient entertainment for her.          people-watching isn’t as much of a riot as it is when she’s got someone by her side,     but she can manage.          if she must.          in waltzes a gaggle of already drunk girls a little younger than herself     ;     mara refrains from rolling her eyes at the way she can hear their squealing voices even over the thump of the music.         two well-dressed men follow next,     and her attention’s piqued.          she’s halfway convinced herself to go and finish off whatever’s left in the little baggie kept in her bra and then approach them with just the right amount of confidence,     not that she needs much convincing,     until she spots a familiar face.          okay,     only vaguely familiar,     but still.          she knows that face,     knows that perfectly blonde hair.         she racks her brain for a name,     but first floods in a barrage of annoyingly upbeat pop music.          it’s grating,     and more than that,     it’s touching her with a sense of nostalgia that she wants nothing to do with.          gross.          and then the name clicks.

she only has about half of her game plan down,     as is quite often the case.          she doesn’t even know what she wants from gabriella,     only that she wants.          mara’s up from her stool,     collecting her phone,     and slips into her favorite skin.          with the most perfect timing,     her phone lights up with a notification.          as she walks in the direction she last spotted gabriella,     her thumb slides over the button on her phone to unlock it.          mid-trek,     her attention diverts downward and stays there as she maneuvers where she needs to go.          she maintains the peripheral she needs to aim,     and some steps later,     she comes colliding into her target.

❝     shit!          sorry,     fuck.          i totally didn’t see you there.     ❞          who said she doesn’t act anymore?          mara runs her hand over her hair,     offering a faux sympathetic smile.          expression morphs into that of recognition.          ❝     oh,     my god,     i know you!          gabriella,     right?          hey!          mara banks.     ❞          in lieu of an introductory handshake,     she instead opts to reach out for gabriella’s arm.          the touch is friendly,     and only lasts long enough to assert herself as much as she needs.          ❝     let me buy you a drink,     make it up to you.          it’s only fair.     ❞

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[ladychadwick]

Emblem3 about X factor.

Interviewer: In the next season of X factor obviously that has is a little change in the judges, Britney Spears not come back. Who you guys think that replace Britney?

Drew: We know who is coming back.

Interviewer: Who?

Drew: We are.

Interviewer: Okay.

Drew & Wes: We're the new judges.

Interviewer: You guys are the new judges!

Drew: Us and Simon, this is it.

Interviewer: Who is gonna be the bad? Who is gonna be the nice?

Drew: We just gonna be the bad all the time.

Wes: Bad cop, bad cop.