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"Lame," Veronica announced without a hint of shame. The drinks had lowered her inhibitions to a point of nonexistence and she simply didn't care to be the perfect image she had cultivated so carefully.
Arnaud had to agree and nodded his head woefully. There simply weren't enough out gay boys at school. And those that were weren't good enough to date him, or so he'd been told. "Maybe next year will be better."
"Fuck that noise," Carly grumbled and twirled the twizzler Braden tricked her into. "I'm not leaving here tonight without getting some ass. I don't care who it belongs to. Making up for the fucking disaster that was V-day." Not that she hadn't tried. Sending those lollies to Thorn had been a good idea and she had gotten a few love notes back, but eventually the effects wore off and he was running back to Cinna fucking Thompson with open fucking arms. "You game?" she said leaning into Braden over-obviously.
Braden's eyes widened so far they looked as though they were about to fall out of his head. "Drink!" He commanded, panicked. "Everyone drink!" Surely she was kidding. She must be. She had to be. He offered Arnaud a pleading 'save me' glance. Arnaud was smart. He could think of something to change the subject.
Arnaud had to agree and nodded his head woefully. There simply weren't enough out gay boys at school. And those that were weren't good enough to date him, or so he'd been told. "Maybe next year will be better."
"Fuck that noise," Carly grumbled and twirled the twizzler Braden tricked her into. "I'm not leaving here tonight without getting some ass. I don't care who it belongs to. Making up for the fucking disaster that was V-day." Not that she hadn't tried. Sending those lollies to Thorn had been a good idea and she had gotten a few love notes back, but eventually the effects wore off and he was running back to Cinna fucking Thompson with open fucking arms. "You game?" she said leaning into Braden over-obviously.
Braden's eyes widened so far they looked as though they were about to fall out of his head. "Drink!" He commanded, panicked. "Everyone drink!" Surely she was kidding. She must be. She had to be. He offered Arnaud a pleading 'save me' glance. Arnaud was smart. He could think of something to change the subject.