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Bella Notte || Claire, Rebecca, and Jace

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Becks nodded, still sulking. “In my room. Rookie move.”

She shook her head and rolled a meatball across her plate before giving in with a sigh. “Claire…” she began, matter-of-factly, “I’m gonna eat this food, not because I trust you, but because I’m starving. I swear to God though, if you’ve poisoned it, I will come back from the dead and haunt your ass until the end of time.” With that, she took a bite and raised both eyebrows as she swallowed, waiting for her stomach to tie itself in a pretzel and her system to shut down. Thankfully, the moment never came, so she shrugged and took another bite.

Her back to Claire, she chanced a meaningful glance at Jace for her discreet attention before carefully mouthing, “If we play along, maybe she won’t kill us.”

“So Jace,” she said as cheerfully as she could manage, banking on Claire chalking her new attitude up to the stellar pep-talk she’d given, “shall we talk about the weather? Or no, how’s your new room? Do tell, I’m ever so interested.” She batted her eyelashes, barely holding in laughter and a mouthful of meatball.

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“I didn’t eavesdrop, I coincidentally overheard, while I happened to be in the same place,” Claire said. God, this was not going as planned, unfortunately. She resisted the urge to pout. It wasn’t her fault people weren’t as easy to understand when they were off paper. Still, as she lapsed into silence, Jace and Rebecca started bantering, joking- and sure, Claire was the butt of the jokes, much to her annoyance, but they were still interacting which as far as she was concerned, was a step in the right direction.

The nicknames Jace was insisting on calling her were less okay then. ‘Cream puff’? Really? Wait- was she calling her fat? Pale and fat? No, now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. Claire clamped down on that thought.

“For the last time, I’m not a threat!” she whined, as Rebecca and Jace started discussing guns and poison. “Seriously, all I’m trying to do here is get you two to kiss and make up, literally or metaphorically or whatever works,” she said, explaining it for what felt like the thousandth time. And, conveniently ignoring Jace’s comment that Claire didn’t seem like she would do anything out of the goodness of her heart. “You two clearly have some problems with each other, but seriously, there’s no need to take it out on me and my delicious dinner.”

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Jace didn't bother to mouth the words but said them under her breath so Rebecca could hear them, "Doubtful." she felt like they were dolls that Claire was playing with and Claire seemed like that one psycho five year old on the block that would rip the heads off her barbies and then throw the bodies in the microwave.

Jace gave Becks a big smile that couldn't have been more obviously pained and sarcastic if she tried, "My new room? It's super. It's more about what isn't there than is that makes it just oh so more comfortable, ya know?" and for a moment she let a good natured conspiratorial chuckle slip through. Sure Becks played for the other team in a sense but she knew it wasn't all roses. In fact, most of the time it was manuere.

Jace turned her attention back to Claire as the pint sized pest whined again. She raised a brow, "The only problems that we have that are any of your business fun sized are the ones we have with you." She raised both brows and then grinned and looked thoughtful, "Metaphorically or literally? Soooo us talking and eating this isn't enough for you..." then she narrowed her eyes as if she could tell what Claire had been up to. She stood up and gave the other girl the stink eye, "Claire. If you wanted to see two girls kiss, all you had to do was say so."

Jace gave a big smile to Becks and then pushed in her chair and stepped past the brunette. She stood in front of Claire and placed her hands on the sides of Claire's face and planted a kiss right on her lips. She still held the woman's face in hers and when the kiss broke she gave her a satisfied smirk and walked out of the room.

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Some Girls | Jace, Becks, & Darcy

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Darcy was still pondering the terrible taste in her mouth and what felt like a chemical burn down her throat when without warning Jace reached across her chest and both women ended up pressed firmly against her on either side. Her cheeks burned scarlet, even under the low, pulsating lights.

“Oh. Oh!”

As if her previous position hadn’t been awkward enough, a confused and clumsy Becks was now sprawled over her lap and Darcy could barely breathe. What few thoughts she was having ran the gamut from coming out with them tonight was a terrible idea to coming out with them tonight was the best idea ever. She blinked down at the woman on her lap and just like that she was gone, sitting next to her, then being pulled away by Jace, who was saying something apologetic, but Darcy missed what it was. The other two women disappeared into the crowd leaving Darcy, red-faced and breathing-impaired, sitting awkwardly alone in their booth.

Darcy downed another shot.

Meanwhile, Becks finally managed to yank herself from Jace’s grip, face contorted, and jerked a thumb over her shoulder in the direction they’d come from. “What the hell was that?” She ran a frustrated hand through her hair, wondering if what little rapport she’d managed to build with the shy hostess was now shot all to hell. Drinking and dancing and bonding may have been on the agenda for the night, but being on top of Darcy certainly was not.

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Jace didn't mean to abandon Darcy but there was something more important at hand, something their hostess didn't need to be made aware of. At least, not yet. She ignored Becks bitching and gave her a tight smile and her hand grabbed the other woman's again, but the touch was anything but loving, in fact the grip was a little tight, it was saying pay attention.

Jace sharply yanked on Becks to bring her in closer, she kept that smile on her face but her words didn't match it, "Wanna play 'which of these doesn't belong?'", she looked at a guy wearing leather pants, "Leather camel toe, no..." and then she remarked about the woman to their other side, "Big Boobs McGee, no..." she looked right in Becks eyes, "How about a nerdy outcast that barely talks to anybody at the manor?" she tilted her head and gave her a meaningful look.

Before Becks could react, Jace took the hand she was holding and spun her and when she brought her back in Becks back was facing Jace's front, she made sure her own arm was across the other woman's middle and while the move looked like Jace was trying to do something incredibly sexy, it was in reality just better logistics. Jace had manuvered Becks so it looked like they were still dancing but now she could see what Jace had been seeing: Matt, dorky studious Matt from the manor was sitting at a table with a drink. He was sweating, looked nervous and was speaking with someone whose back was turned to the girls.

It was genius actually. The last place anyone would ever think of looking for Matt was in the rowdy club. She couldn't tell if the person he was sitting with was someone from the manor or not but either way, the guy didn't have many friends and from what she'd seen not too many people cept maybe one had tried to talk to him. That was not that other nebbish guy for sure... but whatever the mysterious companion was saying, it was making Matt more and more nervous by the minute, he kept touching a hand to his jacket over his heart. Heart problems? Nope. As Becks would know and so did Jace, it was a clear tell. He had something important to him that he had on him and didn't even realize he was giving away the location of it on him by constantly touching and subconsciously making sure it was still there.

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