From: mylollipop	Date: January 28th, 2011 06:30 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Ginger bit her lip when Sim complimented her, blushing just a little as she moved a little on the bed. "Thanks," she said softly, looking down at the way her stomach curved into her hips. "I think I'm going to start a new diet soon...So I'll look better."

And not fat like the Canadian Reject called her. Ug, the thought was enough to make her sick from just thinking of food. If she didn't eat for a week, she resolved, she could totally lose a good five to ten pounds.

	From: sim	Date: January 28th, 2011 06:34 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim looked outraged. "Oh don't listen to that bitch. You're a babe." He turned to Gray to fill him in, that ass never checked the journals.

"Your French friend called Ginger fat" he said, shaking his head.

	From: gregoire	Date: January 28th, 2011 06:43 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Did she?" Gray raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. Frankie did shit like that, snark. He kinda had always admired it. No offense to Ginger or anything but... It was a little funny.

Just a little.

"Yeah, she's like that. You know the French," he snerked. "Can't reason with them."

	From: mylollipop	Date: January 28th, 2011 06:46 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"So...you don't think I'm fat?" She looked between them both, not really sure if she was that certain. She'd certainly felt fat since Frankie had said that.

"You know, if either of you get hurt, I will totally help people take care of you. Cos you're like both my hero right now."

	From: sim	Date: January 29th, 2011 04:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Douchebags, the French" Sim chimed in matter-of-factly. "You're perfect. Like, real thin." Was that right? Was that what she wanted to hear?

"Gray might get hurt, he's kind of a pussy but I can handle it, babe."

	From: gregoire	Date: January 30th, 2011 01:00 am (UTC)		(Link)

Gray took another swig of vodka before agreeing with Sim. "Yeah tota--"

Or almost agreeing.

He scowled a little further at Sim. "Dude, shut the fuck up! Your mom is kind of a pussy."

Hm. That had sounded better in his head.

	From: mylollipop	Date: January 31st, 2011 03:21 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Oh dear, were they going to start fighting? Guy fights were always ugly, and stupid, and just....well she didn't want to get in the middle. What if she got hit!? It was enough to make her forget about the weight issue.

Reaching out for the bottle, she tried to deflect the conversation a little. "Can I have a drink?" Vodka was horrible, though. She was going to regret this, she knew.

	From: sim	Date: January 31st, 2011 03:27 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim fixed Gray with a warning stare, he was on thin ice.

"Don't talk like that in front of a lady" he said nobley, following it with "and give her something to drink you cocksucker!"

	From: gregoire	Date: February 1st, 2011 10:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Gray took another swig from the bottle, glaring at Sim as he did so. "Didnn' you already give her something to drink? What happened to that? Also? Fuck off."

	From: mylollipop	Date: February 1st, 2011 10:29 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Uh...no, he didn't." She said that softly enough, staring at Gray like he was some asshole stranger she'd never met before in her life. What the hell was wrong with him?

"Why are you being such a jerk right now?"

	From: sim	Date: February 1st, 2011 10:33 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"He's not being a jerk, babe. He's being a fucking dick!" Sim was on his feet and wrestling the vodka away from his roomie, snatching it and drinking a very very large gulp.

"What you going to do about it" he yelled, arms outstretched.

	From: gregoire	Date: February 1st, 2011 11:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I don't know," Gray shrugged, pouting over at Ginger for a moment. He didn't need this, did he? Fucking hell, Sim was always taking advantage of the fact that he had money, and that the girls liked him better.

What did he get from it? Nothing.

The more Gray thought about it, the angrier he got and the more time the vodka has to sink in.

"Nothinn, I guess." He slurred. "'Cuz I already fucked your mom."

	From: mylollipop	Date: February 1st, 2011 11:26 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Uh, guys....You'll get us like, all in trouble if you like start to fight..." Not that she thought her warning would be listened to. Mostly because Sim looked rather pissed and Gray...

Gray looked sort of sad, but then angry. She wanted to give him a hug and tell him everything was alright (though, honestly, she wasn't sure why he was pissed). However, the thought of flying fist had her moving to her feet instead of trying to comfort him.

	From: sim	Date: February 1st, 2011 11:31 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Sim didn't even hear Ginger that time as he crossed the rest of the space between their beds and pounced on Gray, smooshing his face into the mattress with hand and digging an elbow between his shoulder blades.

"Say that again you piece of shit" he yelled irritably.

	From: gregoire	Date: February 1st, 2011 11:39 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Gray's laptop clattered to the ground and lord knows where his sandwich went. Probably crushed under Sim's feet. Not that he was really thinking about that right now.

Okay, he was. But only a little.

"Say wha' again?" Gray laughed, his voice a little muffled by the mattress. "I fucked your mom?"

	From: mylollipop	Date: February 2nd, 2011 12:34 am (UTC)		(Link)

"O.M.G. guys, like this is so not cool, stop iiiit."

Seriously, this was ridiculous. Who the hell started fighting when there was some monster out there trying to eat them?!

Moving forward, she reached up to try to get her hand on one of Sim's arms. "Stop it, Sim. Leave him alone. I'm serious."