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BTTP; A Real Pizza Work || Vaughn & Chelsea

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He groaned softly, his stare like daggers, piercing into her own bright, friendly gaze. He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. The longer they just stood there, the longer they kept the others behind them up. 

His eyes were drawn to the poster advertising that plus one thing. Just how badly was this girl trying to get into the party? He couldn’t understand how or why she wanted to get into this party so badly. It was just another annoying social gathering. Finally, he sighed and leaned down far enough to mutter something in her ear.

“You owe me for this.”

Vaughn straightened up with his hands in his pockets and stared down the ticketer. He dug through one of his pockets for his I.D. and flashed it to the guy. Once approved, he began to walk past the man. Stopping shoulder to shoulder with the guy, he looked between the ticketer and the girl.

“She’s with me,” he said in the most uninterested, monotonous voice he could muster. The guy must of bought it or just didn’t want to deal with a couple of bratty students holding up the line. 

Something about his utterance made her shiver. Maybe it was just his voice. It was pretty nice. Regardless, she was in! How lucky! Chelsea stuck her tongue out at the ticketer (why stop a pretty lady, huh!?) and then followed the guy who’d helped her.

“Thanks! You know, for looking so grumpy, you’re pretty nice.” Obviously this guy knew she didn’t go here nor that she had ‘lost’ her I.D. Now that they were a few feet away, she turned to him with her hands on her hips, a critical eye staring at him. “So, what would you like?” She’d said anything, after all, and Chelsea didn’t like owing a debt.

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BTTP; A Real Pizza Work || Vaughn & Chelsea

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Vaughn wasn’t really the type to go to these social gatherings. Especially not a party. He would much rather be off in his dorm but due to the persistent nagging from his roommate, he had been dragged along. He knew that this roommate would end up finding their actual friends and probably going home with them so what was even the point of going? He was just going to sit in the corner like some weird kid who didn’t belong there. Still, there he was waiting in line for this exclusive party that even had a security guard in front. 

If coming here wasn’t bad enough, some random chick grabbed a hold of him and dragged him into her mess with the security guard. 

“The hell?” he muttered.

Now, Vaughn knew damn well this chick was not a student. It wasn’t like he really paid attention to who went to his school; socializing was less important to him. That aside, he could tell she was bluffing about being a student. So could the security guard as their focus was dead set on this girl.

“Friends is a strong word, don’t you think?” She did look oddly familiar. “If anything, we’re acquaintances. Hardly.”

How rude! She gasped, spinning it into a friendly, mock offense. “What? I know you’re a little shy but you can at least say you know me.” The event poster was plastered behind the ticketer, boasting that students could bring a plus one guest, and Chelsea gestured vaguely to it. The I.D. could be waived if he just helped her out a little. 

Thinking he might need a little persuasion, she continued in the most subtle of Chelsea ways. “I know you didn’t want to come tonight but I said I’d make it up to you. Anything you want. What kind of deal is that to pass up!” She gave him an imploring look, hoping he’d go along with it this time. What a guy, denying a sweet girl like herself!  

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CH-CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! || Nami & Chelsea

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Nami was picking apart a salad in the food court, not that she fared for her weight(if anything she could stand to gain a little more if her metabolism would allow it), she really just liked the thicker, juicy lettuce leaves and small carrots packed in the containers. The croutons too, but who didn’t love croutons?

Nami idly sketched out scenery with her free hand, gnawing on her plastic fork. Now, what she really wasn’t expecting was to be approached from behind by a brunette. The redhead turned around, plastic fork hanging from her mouth, to see who was casting a shadow over her work, and raised her eyebrows in interest as she proceeded to yell at her.

Nami slowly reached up and removed the fork from her mouth. “Is this how you introduce yourself, or have you mistaken me for someone?”

Undeterred by her response, Chelsea shook her finger at her. “You can’t play dumb with me, you cherry whatever.” Yeah, let her think she was so beneath her she’d forgotten the proper name of their little gang. Chelsea wasn’t afraid!

“Pretty ballsy to stalk me a whole town over but I guess I whooped your gang’s butt pretty good, huh?” Fighting wasn’t beneath her, but Chelsea did pride herself on doing whatever she wanted to. 

Rolling up her sleeves, she stepped back. “So, what’s it gonna be? The easy way or the hard way?” She didn’t even know what she meant by that. She just liked how it sounded.

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(BTTP) First Impressions | Raeger & Chelsea

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Raeger entered the cafe forty minutes before his shift started, his usual routine. He wasn’t much of a morning person, so he used this extra time to adjust himself. After getting dressed and making sure the all of the equipment was working, he headed to the back again to find an unfamiliar brunette standing there.

“Good morning.” Raeger smiled and made a small wave. At first, he wasn’t sure why there was a stranger in the staff room today, but it took a second for his mind to click. “Oh, right! The manager told me we were getting a new co-worker, so I assume that’s you. I’m Raeger.” He offered his hand to shake. “It’s nice to meet you.”

After introductions were over, Raeger nervously scratched at his neck. “So, do you need any help?” He tried to offer in a casual manner. She might have been new, but he didn’t want to assume she was helpless right off the bat.

Chelsea could not say that coffee making was in her repertoire of weird skills. She’d built a boat once and had played on stage several times. Getting in fights? No problem. Sleeping in odd places should also be considered a skill, or that was her opinion. Hell, she could even milk cows and skin a fish.

However, she’d always thought of coffee as a boring adult thing. Her parents drank the shit out of it and that was enough to make her avoid it. Now it had been one of the only places she could find hiring. She was busy picking at her uniform when someone entered the staff room, making her perk up and smile right back before shaking his hand with enthusiasm. 

“Yup, that’s me! I’m Chelsea.” Raeger, huh? What a name. “Nice to meet’cha!” 

His question made her pause. “The manager said something about someone training me. Is that you?”

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Swords and Daggers || Mikoto & Chelsea

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Mikoto jumped back in surprise as the woman plummeted to the ground, rushing forward just soon enough to absolutely miss catching her as she hit the ground. Mikoto made a sharp noise of surprise, helping the girl sit up again and looking her over fearfully.

“Miss! Oh my goodness, are you okay???”

Chelsea felt herself being pulled up, the world still spinning in front of her. She could see the person but it also looked like there was three of them. “Ahhh... y-yeah, I’m fine!” She pressed a hand to her head. “Can ya stop movin’ though? Are there three of you or is it just me?” She pressed her eyes closed for a moment and then opened them again, the world steadying just a bit.

“Ok, no, just one of you. What were you hitting the tree for??”

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Treblemakers || Chelsea and Neil

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“Ugh. This trash again,” he grumbled at the radio. “That’s all they play on the radio these days. The same pop music that has no meaning. Like nails on a chalkboard.”

It wasn’t a pent-up anger from his band days, Neil always looked at the top charts and pop music senselessly played with disdain. He has always had this angst and edgy™️ attitude about him that made him so hard to get along with. Especially when it came down to music tastes. He had a preference is what he called it but in reality, it was just him being picky about every little detail.

He couldn’t bear to listen to another trash remix of a classic song, he couldn’t see how the general public could. And people wonder why he thinks everyone is an idiot. They were all just feeding money into the disgrace claimed as music nowadays. 

He slammed his finger on the power button, desperate to turn that load of cacophonic mismatched notes off. He could feel himself losing brain cells hearing the song they played three times already repeating itself on every other station.

“Oh, hey Chels,” he sighed, still wearing his scowl. 

“What’s with the face?” Chelsea pulled up a seat next to him, the back of the chair pressing to her front. “Did the radio kill your puppy?” 

There was really no need to ask. She knew the moods Neil had, especially about mainstream music. As an artist, it was hard to hear crap like that play and hear so many people laud it like the pinnacle of music. After what had happened to Beyond the Horizon, there really was no need to ask what had put him in a foul mood.

Nevertheless, she crossed her arms over the back of the chair and leaned over. “You know, it’s too bad we can’t just go get a bunch of those CDs, go to a nice, tall spot and smash ‘em.” That sounded like it’d be therapeutic as hell.

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Baycourt Holiday Party

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One Tough Cookie || Georgia & Chelsea

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Gingerbread cookies! It was a recipe Chelsea knew from her grandma and one she enjoyed making as it gave her plenty of opportunities to work with her hands. And the shapes!! With the dough already prepped, she was in the middle of making a dog-shaped gingerbread when Georgia came in.

“Heeey,” she called, eyes focused on carefully shaping a dog ear. “Welcome home~ Wanna make some cool cookie shapes?”

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The ensemble is certainly an eclectic outfit, but a girl makes do on a tight budget. Truthfully, the only thing new was the dress itself, found in a holiday sale and cuter than she could stand. Now in the mirror, it flared around her thighs as she twirled on the spot. Gigi had done her hair, though how she’d gotten her to do it after the array of googly eyes around their apartment and the magnet alphabet letters spelling obscene words on their refrigerator, she didn’t know. To complete the look, she had on her favorite pair of red combat boots and an old tie she’d picked up while touring. Yes, she was going to wear a tie and no one was going to stop her. Clothes were for people, not genders, and she’d rock it. 

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Brewtiful Day || Gill & Chelsea

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Perhaps it wasn’t dignified, but Gill yelped at the hard slaps, whipping his head around to give Chelsea a slightly aggravated look as he unlocked the front doors of the cafe and stomped back towards the counter, trying to put a bit of distance between himself and Chelsea if he could manage.

“You’re going to burn yourself if you do that!”

Jeez, Chelsea and him were about the same size… so how did she have the strength of a gorilla when she slapped his now sore back?

“What has you in such a weird mood?”

Chelsea followed him inside gleefully, her mood not strange at all since she was always smiling. “Says you, the lesser of the two baristas. If you can’t handle the heat, Fill, get out of the kitchen.” And she stuck out her tongue briefly. She’d accidentally typed his name wrong once when working in the computer and the new nickname had, well stuck. Much to Fill’s - Gill’s chagrin.

“I’m not in a weird mood,” she told him with the utmost confidence while getting the area prepped for the day.

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Brewtiful Day || Gill & Chelsea

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“Hey, Gill ol’ buddy ol’ pal!” Chelsea slapped him on the back a few times, leaving a sticky note on his back that said ‘hug me!’ in quickly scrawled letters. “Ready to get our shift started? I’m gonna serve coffee so fast it won’t know what stirred it!”  

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BTTP; A Real Pizza Work || Vaughn & Chelsea

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“My I.D.? Oh, yeah, hold on.” Chelsea made a show of checking her pocket and then her face dropped. Her hand moved to her other pocket. Nothing. Then her back pocket. Again, nothing. Then to the pocket of her jacket before patting herself down once more. “Uh... I think I... forgot it?” She looked up apologetically at the person.

Their mouth set into a hard line, but before they could deny her Chelsea clasped her hands together. “Pleasee! It’s not like I’m not a student.” She cast around for an idea or a distraction to cause, and her eyes sat on the guy behind her. He looked weirdly familiar. Impulsive as always, she grabbed him by the arm and dragged him over. “He’s my friend! He can vouch for me!” She looked up at him with pleading eyes. Surely he wouldn’t deny such a pretty lady! 

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Swords and Daggers || Mikoto & Chelsea

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When Mikoto was not working, sleeping, or eating, they were refining their abilities. On this particular day they were skillfully slicing into a thick tree that could withstand the blow of their katana. They were swift, effortless, deadly; just as they had been trained. They might have even taken their shirt off if not for the chilly breeze, and the lingering embarrassment over their surgery scars.

The warrior stopped suddenly and the cold snap of a twig, and twirled around, sheathing their sword. They’ve frightened people before accidentally this way, so they wanted to put the blade away to extinguish any fears. All that stood before them though, was empty air. Mikoto blinked in confusion, then heard a rustling just above then. They froze and turned very slowly to look up into the tree, fearing the worst.

Above them, a brunette was crouched in the branches of the tree they were practicing on.

Mikoto gulped. “Uh… May I help you, Ma’am?”

Trees were very good places to sleep. They were up high, fun to climb, maybe a little narrow but if you didn’t go too high you could find a nice, thick branch to sleep on. No one really bothered you in trees. Lumberjacks, sure, but no one was going to deforest this area. 

Except whoever was whacking away at the tree. She hadn’t realized it at first, too busy dozing off, at least until one too many whacks had her scrambling to hold onto the tree branch before she fell off. Crouched awkwardly, the person with the — sword!?

So surprised, Chelsea slipped and went crashing to the ground. 

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CH-CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! || Nami & Chelsea

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Ahhh, dollar store food on a poor woman’s pay. Chelsea nommed on her hot dog, fresh from the rotating pit, and moved toward the food court. Sadly, a stomach could not be sustained on cake pops and coffee alone and animal food did not taste as good as she hoped. Searching for a place to stretch her legs, she wondered about before seeing a red-haired woman with her head bent as she sketched away. It wasn’t so much the drawing or the person that caught her eyes, but the tattoo on her neck. 

Chelsea scarfed the rest of her hot dog in one go, cheeks puffing comically as she tried to contain the food, then threw the cardboard in the trash. She hovered there for a moment, vigorously chewing her food so she could make a perfect entrance. Finally finished, she walked over to the table, shadow looming over her sketchbook, and pointed dramatically at her.

“You guys here for a re-match or what!? I’ll kick your ass a second time!!”