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@thatbloodybenderboy
“Rolling your eyes and making assumptions sure does sound tiring,” she retorted, rather fast, “I don’t know how you managed.” Nic lowered her voice and leaned forward, as if sharing a secret, “not doing a very good job of hiding that ‘secret’ side of yours, weirdo.”
“Isn’t that exactly what you do, though? Or at least you did at the start of our fun little conversation.” He laughed. “Aw man, I’m setting of your baby fucking senses? I really thought I had this under control.”
Nic screwed up her nose at both the cigarette and wink. “BDSM fetish. Knew it. A guy offering twenty bucks for dumpster baby spottings has gotta’ be some kind of weird.” A laugh escaped her, “actually, I don’t smoke. Daddy didn’t pay to get these teeth whitened for nothing,” the put-on Valley girl accent was an easy indicator to Nic’s sarcasm. “So, you have something against us rich girls, huh?”
"Now, that side of me, I like to keep secret.” He shrugged. Bender squinted, trying to get a look at her pearly whites before rolling his eyes. “I used to, although once you hit a certain age you just stop caring. Takes up too much time and effort.”
“Ew, no. Unless by get my frustrations out you mean I can hit you with a bat repeatedly.” Nicole scoffed a laugh, amused. “Yes, we rich girls — entirely ignorant to detecting or being sarcastic. Never understood a sarcasm in my privileged life. Could you teach me, pretty please?”
Bender let out a chuckled at her unexpected retort. “How did you know? I totally have a BDSM fetish.” He winked at her before pulling out a cigarette and cupping it as he lit it. “Mhm, point proved. Cigarette?” He asked, extending the box to her.
“I don’t know about dumpster babies but I’ve seen a couple of people who look like they might have been born with fetal alcohol syndrome.”
“I never thought I’d say this, but thank god for prom.”
“Oh my God. “Cherry replied shocked but still laughing, just because it was so surprising to hear out of nowhere. “ That’s so bad but now I have that song stuck in my head”
“You’re welcome, I hope you carry it with you for the rest of the week.”
“Christ. So, you were born with the addiction? And really, I should get fifty for spotting a real life, grown crack baby. You’re like the sad version of the kid on the Nirvana album cover.”
“Sarcasm, a thing people like you never have to grow to come to terms with.” He rolled his eyes, Bender was getting too old for this shit. “Can I help you with anything else for today? Maybe you’re looking to get your rich girl sexual frustrations out on a grownup crack baby?”
“Something tells me I may be looking right at one, all grown up.”
“No, no, no. You got me all wrong. I was a crack baby, see, two totally different things.”
“Twenty bucks to the first one of you that spots a prom night dumpster baby.”
“Break?” She questioned before she slowly nodded at the triangle. Memphis grabbed a box of blue chalk from the corner of the table. Casually, her fingers reached for the cue and began to rub the chalk at the tip of the cue. “Let’s do this,” she breathed before bending over the table and aligning the cue to the balls and pushing the cue forward and missing the ball. “Fuck! This looks easier on TV.”
“Yeah, break. The starting shot, hun’.” Sid took a sip of her beer, enjoying the view as the blonde leant over the table and took her shot. A devilish grin spread across her face as she missed the shot. “You’ve gotta line it up first.” She put her beer down and walked over, rolling her eyes before she grabbed the blonde’s hand and held it in front of her face. “Keep your fingers like this.” She folded the girl’s pinky, middle and ring finger down. “Then you use the crook of your thumb to line up the cue.”
“I don’t know…” She pouted her lips in thought before waving her hand, “Screw it, I’m down for a game.”
“Sweet. I’ll let you break.” Sidney set the balls into a triangle at one end of the pool table and handed the blonde a cue. “Good luck blondie.”
“I’m not very good, so I’m not sure how fun I’ll be to play with.”
“All the more fun for me, you can be my ego boost for the night.”
“You down for a game of pool?”
“No,” he replied quickly, defensively. “I’m not eighteen, and I did have to repeat geometry, so.. Fair enough. But I’m not going to college, so whats the point?”
“Right.” He rolled his eyes at the kid. “Yeah, I figured the same thing when I was your age. But I’m going into Junior year at Rosewood so that went out the window real fuckin’ quick.”
“Thats sarcasm, and its fucking rude. And you’re only, what? Three years older than me?”
“Sorry, James Dean. Did I hurt your feelings that quickly? Well, I’m an adult, so unless you’re eighteen you ain’t so good at math. Maybe skipping those classes wasn’t such a good idea.”
“I’m thinking of going to class two days a week from now on, instead of three. Thats my resolution.”
“That’s some crazy teenage rebellion right there, kid-o.”
“Consider this an experiment in keeping your gem of a girlfriend safe from all the crazed shoppers.” The look in her eyes said it all, she wouldn’t be letting down. “Today has to be the day though. Alice’s gift is ready and I don’t want to take chances.”
He sighed, a soft smile cracking through. “I guess I’ve got my duties, Christmas or no Christmas. You ready to get going now?”
“You’ve gone soft in all the worst ways, Bender. What kind of sunshine creature slithered into your knickers? This is weird. Stop being fucking weird. What next? Donating toys to orphans?”
“Actually funny you say that, her name is Carrie... And you using the word knickers is even more weird, so you can’t tell me what the fuck to do. Still drinking their blood, so I think I’m good.”
