[She was doing so well with her secrets too. Jem's grand entrance just has her rubbing her hands over her eyes as she sits up before snagging her glasses from the night stand to put them on.]
Okay, hold on. We're here to judge you this morning. Don't drag me into this.
What? There isn't even anything to talk about here! Did I break the rule that says don't sleep with your best friend? Yes. That's literally all there is to this story.
[Straightening up, she groans a bit because wow this is so unfair. Especially that she was too asleep to notice herself spilling it. She was doing so well.]
Besides this was like months ago. Your thing was this weekend. That holds priority.
I didn't exactly have big plans to brag about it. It was just a thing.
[Verity just doesn't kiss-and-tell. Namely because she's never really had friends to tell. THIS IS BRAND NEW TERRITORY FOR HER. Listening on, her brow raises, pushes her glasses high on the bridge of her nose.]
The aphrodisiac tent. I'm guessing this follows with you actually digesting those snacks?
Yeah, that's kind of what's supposed to be the idea.
[THAT'S HOW THEY GET YOU, JEM. Her resistance is so low. Verity shouldn't have left you alone.]
Oh. [She knows him. They had dinner once. Decent guy aside from the fact that he despises her best friend, but that's not uncommon territory.] So. You and Petre, then ... ?
[THEY'RE NOT EXACTLY SUBTLE. She groans a lot for someone who's regret level isn't all that huge. Spoiler: she had fun. What a concept, so new 2 her. ]
Sorry. I haven't been following the who-sleeps-with-who guidebook. [She's barely even looked at the network lately with all the dumb drama she's been involuntarily dragged into as of late.
When this story's outcome becomes obvious though, she sighs, fingers rubbing her temple.]
Jem, you — wow. [She's not gonna judge, really. Everyone does their thing.] I mean, do you regret it? Was it your decision? Because those aphrodisiacs have a really strong influence.
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[how will she ever get james cole in lipstick now]
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am i just drawn to criminal friends now
[#storyofherlife]
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[Loki's enough of a chore.]
then what are you spazzing about
what did you DO
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how low did you go jem
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[craWLING OUT OF HER BED TO STUMBLE TOWARDS VERITY'S ROOM. she doesn't even knock, sorry. ]
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Okay, hold on. We're here to judge you this morning. Don't drag me into this.
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[She walks around the other side of Verity's bed, hops on and rolls onto her side. Start talking so she doesn't have to.]
WHY DID I MAKE THAT A TEXT.
[Straightening up, she groans a bit because wow this is so unfair. Especially that she was too asleep to notice herself spilling it. She was doing so well.]
Besides this was like months ago. Your thing was this weekend. That holds priority.
WHO KNOWS
[ARE THEY NOT FRIENDS??? SHE IS WOUNDED. But okay, okay fine. She groans, rolling onto her back and covers her face with both hands.]
I went into the aphrodisiac tent.
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[Verity just doesn't kiss-and-tell. Namely because she's never really had friends to tell. THIS IS BRAND NEW TERRITORY FOR HER. Listening on, her brow raises, pushes her glasses high on the bridge of her nose.]
The aphrodisiac tent. I'm guessing this follows with you actually digesting those snacks?
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[She peaks through her fingers imploring Verity to understand. They were delicious. And free. ]
I ran into Petre.
[which honestly, not actually a big deal. she runs into Petre a lot. ]
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[THAT'S HOW THEY GET YOU, JEM. Her resistance is so low. Verity shouldn't have left you alone.]
Oh. [She knows him. They had dinner once. Decent guy aside from the fact that he despises her best friend, but that's not uncommon territory.] So. You and Petre, then ... ?
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[this is not the first time with Petre, but. BUT. ]
No, the point is he wasn't alone.
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That's old news and I'm the one who got interrogated? [POT. KETTLE. BLACK.
Oh but then. Oh no.] He wasn't — ? Oh god. Jem. Is this going where I think it is?
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[THEY'RE NOT EXACTLY SUBTLE. She groans a lot for someone who's regret level isn't all that huge. Spoiler: she had fun. What a concept, so new 2 her. ]
Probably. At least it wasn't a stranger, I guess.
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When this story's outcome becomes obvious though, she sighs, fingers rubbing her temple.]
Jem, you — wow. [She's not gonna judge, really. Everyone does their thing.] I mean, do you regret it? Was it your decision? Because those aphrodisiacs have a really strong influence.
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[She chews her thumb for a long, long second and then glances at Verity.] I don't really regret it.
[the truth. she keeps chewing her thumb. ] It was actually -- it was pretty good.
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