June 28

His Part is Over

She sat on the edge of the tub, hands hanging between her knees, holding the stick, her eyes focused on the tiny plus sign in the window, hyperventilating.  She’d thought she was getting sick, the flu was going around, or maybe it was all the drinking.  Either way she’d felt off for the last few days.  Now she knew why.  As she thought back over the last few months, she shook her head.  She’d been careful, taken her pills, and even used condoms.  Whatever she did she had to do *now*.  This wasn’t something she wanted getting out.  She’d thought about calling Brennan, but then realizing it could also be David’s or Loch’s or even Ethan’s, she quickly put that idea out of her head.  None of them needed this kind of distraction.  Not now, not when they all seemed so happy.

When she realized what might be wrong last night she’d all but lost her shit.  She’d been the first in line at the general store, waiting for Donny to open it.  When she rushed by him, he’d made some comment and as she plunked her package down on the counter he’d given her a look.  She gave him one right back that said, “Not your business, old man”, as her eyes held his until he finally looked away with a slight nod.  She rushed back to the apartment and taken the test.  She waited the full three minutes thinking that maybe it would change.  Of course not.  That would be too easy.  She’d taken the second in the pack just to be sure.  It came up positive as well.  That test took her out of panic mode and put her into survival mode.  She took deep breath and called the doctor, the receptionist explained the procedure and told her they couldn’t do it unless she someone to pick her up.  Oh and they had an opening for tomorrow.  Aubrey shook her head; she didn’t want anyone else involved in this.  She explained that to the girl at the other end of the phone and was told under no circumstances is it okay for them to do the procedure without someone to drive her home and because it would be done late in the day they’d prefer that someone stay with her at least for a while but over night would be better. “Time is of the essence,” the receptionist explained.  “There’s a bill on the table up for vote that would outlaw this procedure in Virginia.  It goes to a vote this week.”  Aubrey cringed, “All right, schedule it.  I’ll find someone.”  Aubrey hung up the phone and called Samuel leaving a message asking him to call her back.  She then left the same message for Loch and David.  Aubrey decided her story would depend on who called her back first.  She sat back against the cushions of the couch and waited.

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June 23

When One Door Closes

Hayden looked at the man sleeping beside her.  They’d never hooked up in high school or even after.  He’d spent a summer working for her dad sporadically and he’d shown some talent and aptitude for the job.  She smiled.  She couldn’t believe he’d dumped Aubrey and moved in with her.  No one from school would believe she was with them.  They’d take one look at him, smile and shake their heads knowingly.  They’d pull her aside and tell her she was making a huge mistake.  The problem was they thought they knew her.  She wasn’t the construction workers daughter in school.  Yes, she’d worked it but on weekends and at night she was Hayden, the girl who got the classy guys.  Hayden didn’t want classy, she never had.  They were just like every other guy out there only wanting to fuck and then be done.  They guy she’d been seeing, the guy she broke up with because she was coming home was one of those guys.  She’d told him about her father dying and he’d come back with, “Wow.  Sucks.. my boss yelled at me and I got an F on my term paper and you were supposed to have dinner for me that’s why I came over.”  Hayden had kicked him out, telling him it was over and she was moving back home.  He’d laughed at her.

She’d never connected with someone the way she did with Brennan.  She hadn’t cared that he was with Aubrey.  She wanted him and let him know in no uncertain terms exactly what she wanted.  He was not the same guy she remembered from high school.  What’s more is he cared about *her* as much as she did him.  She saw in him something more and wanted him to be everything he could be.  He was there when she needed him no questions asked and no one had ever given her that before.  No one had ever cared about her to the exclusion of everyone else.  He gave her a sense of reason and helped her with the hard parts.  She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, putting him in charge of the guys.  However, she knew he could handle it.  She knew he’d be the one that would tell them either deal or get out.  What’s more, she’d be standing by his side when he did.  For now she’d let him sleep while she went started packing her father’s things.

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June 23

I Ain’t Gonna Take No Shit From No One

I can smell the roses
Or watch as it decomposes,
I could be one of those models shoving coke up their noses,
I could live in the streets
Or I could rot in a mansion,
I could live off the beats
Or I could die from the dancin’,

Aubrey waited until she heard Bree and Samuel leave.  She’d been awake for hours, heard the noises coming from their room and headed into the guest bathroom where she showered, dressed and was back in the guest room in time to hear Samuel’s groan of satisfaction.  She’d lain in the bed for most of the night and planned what she was going to do.  She had some money saved, not much but enough for a used car.  She also decided Samuel was right.  She was going to own her attitude.  She gave a fuck that owning it was going to cause waves among the less secure couples.  Fuck ’em.  She was a flirt and slut, and she knew it and so did everyone else.

I ain’t gonna take no shit from no one,
I ain’t gonna take no lip from no one,
You ain’t gonna try to get me to hold on,
It’s golden now,
Why would I slow down?

She’d been with every member of the band.  *That* was not common knowledge.  She was the one they called when they needed a sure thing.  She was also the only one that could say that, not that she ever had or would.  It wasn’t embarrassment that stopped her or a need to protect herself, she’d learned early on that a girl didn’t divulge those secrets if she wanted the guys to come back.  She wasn’t the fuck and tell kind of girl, and kept their indiscretion close to the vest.  *That* was what she did, what she was good at.  She actually kind of liked having those secrets, and realized the power they gave her.

She wasn’t one that wore her heart on her sleeve and didn’t cry in public.  She never showed fear of any kind.  She fought as if her life depended on it…every single time.  When Brennan said what he did, she’d wanted to punch him in the mouth.  Her brain had literally short-circuited and nothing was there; no words, no feeling, nothing.  Then suddenly there was white-hot, burning anger.  All she wanted was to get out of there, because not only she wanted to hit Brennan but also because she wanted to rip Hayden’s little face off.

I can do anything, anything, anything I want,
Anything, anything, anything I want,
Anything, anything, anything I want,
It’s golden now
Why would I slow down?

She was done with relationships and if she didn’t like men and fucking so much she’d be done with them too.  There’d be no apologizing for her behavior ever again.  No one was going to make her feel like she was less than they were.  No one had that power.  Aubrey was a stripper, she was outspoken, she was a slut and those were hers.  Fuck them if they didn’t like it.  She left the house and headed toward the club and her new job as manager with a list of things to be done.

 


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June 22

Transformation

Bree called Morose first thing Saturday morning, she knew he wouldn’t be awake but she wanted him to help her with the van.  He was much better with faces then she was and had experience hand painting cars.  She wanted to use a Promo of them on one side and she’d stumbled on a picture of Loch on a throne looking very..disinterested.. about the women surrounding him, women whom she’d recognized.  Secretly she’d dubbed that shot Loch’s Harem.  She also wanted their logo painted on the van as well.  The whole thing would blend nicely she decided once she’d sketched it out.  It was however, probably going to take more than just a few days.  So she’d start it and drag Tristan out and show him what she was doing then beg him to let her finish it.  She knew it was being devious and underhanded but it bothered her that *he* was the one with a Pedo-van.  At least this would make it more interesting.  She tucked her phone in her pocket and waited for him to call back.

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June 21

Good Girls Don’t, But I Do

Boys:
<Samuel stands at the front desk of the police station chatting up the officer while he waits on a reciept and Aubrey’s release>
Girls:
<Aubrey walks through the door with a guard who has a death grip on her upper arm, looking rougher than usual, and not a little beat, the guard looks at Samuel> She’s all yours. Put a leash on her she’s rabid. Bitch bit me. <Aubrey sneers at the guard> Next time I’ll do more than that you try to fuck with me again, Bobby. <jerks her arm out of his grasp>
Boys:
<Samuel takes the paperwork from the guy at the desk, smiles that smile> Oh, she usually is on a leash. Turned my back and she slipped it. Cagey little thing that she is. C’mon, darlin’. Before they decide you *do* need to see a judge.
Girls:
<Aubrey looks at Samuel> What are you doin’ here, Samuel? <Walks over and signs for her things, grabs them when the guard hands them to her and pops a cigarette out of the pack, heads for the door and lights it as she pushes through them>
Boys:
<Samuel follows her after saying goodbye to the cop he was talking to, shakes his head when they get outside> Better question is what are *you* doin’ here, but seein’ as how I saw the paperwork, I guess we don’t really have to talk about that. <walks over and unlocks the passenger door of the truck, opens it> Get inn already so we can get the hell outta here. Police stations aren’t exactly my favorite places.
Girls:
<Aubrey shakes her head> Mine either really. So how’d you find out where I was?
Boys:
<Samuel looks at her> They called me. Told me they had one of our girls down here and she wasn’t takin’ her phone call.
Girls:
<Aubrey shakes her head> Didn’t have no one to call.
Boys:
<Samuel smiles> Apparently, you did and just didn’t know it. Now, get in the truck.
Girls:
<Aubrey climbs in, hitting her cigarette hard>
Boys:
<Samuel closes the door, walks around the other side, gets in and starts the truck, pulls out of the station and heads toward the ranch> Figured they might not appreciate the nearly naked women on the Impala. <looks at her> Then again, I guess they wouldn’t’ve been all that surprised either.

Girls:
<Aubrey shakes her head> They’d’ve gawked at them like they do every other woman they see.
Boys:
<Samuel nods> Probably. <looks over at her> So you wanna talk about it?
Girls:
<Aubrey shakes her head> Nothin’ to talk about. Once a slut always a slut. Went home. Smoked some drank some.. needed some air and Dick head shows up I wasn’t doing anything but walkin’. Fucker gets in my face smells the alcohol and next thing I know I’m spread eagle over the hood of his car for drunk and disorderly.

Boys:
<Samuel nods, looks back at the road> All right, then.
Boys:
<Samuel reaches over and opens the glove compartment, pulls out his cigarettes> You offer to fuck him to get out of the charges? <shakes out a cigarette, lights it, reaches over and puts the pack away>
Girls:
<Aubrey looks over at Samuel, eyes blazing> Yeah I totally did offered to let him do me right there on the hood of his police car..hell no I didn’t. I didn’t say fuck all to him other than Yes I understand my rights.
Boys:
<Samuel takes a drag, looks at her> Feelin’ a little defensive there, darlin’? I didn’t figure you did. What I was gonna say is I know a lotta women that *aren’t* sluts that woulda.
Girls:
<Aubrey shakes her head> Sorry.. Look these are third and fourth generation cops. They’re the ones that’ll fuck you *then* charge you with bribin’ a police officer. And Douchebag Donnie, the one you were talking too, grew up thinkin’ he was already a cop, before he even made the school.

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June 20

Just Do What You Do to Me

Constantly, boy you played through my mind like a symphony
There’s no way to describe what you do to me
You just do to me, what you do
And it feels like I’ve been rescued
I’ve been set free
I am hypnotized by your destiny
You are magical, lyrical, beautiful

Devon woke and found coffee waiting.  She didn’t know what time he’d left but knew it was late..or early.. depending on which side you approached from.  Smiling she stood up and stretched.  Tristan had hit her like a ton of bricks.  The last thing she’d been looking for was a gut when she’d walked into the diner.  She’d debated going and only actually ended up there because she was hungry and planned on eating on the way home.  She wandered over to the coffee maker and poured coffee, carried that to the dining room table and opened the anatomy books.  That was when her phone started ringing like crazy.  The Morgue calling.. She shook her head and answered, “My day off.”  Nikki replied, “Missing body.”  Devon sighed and dropped the highlighter, “Damn, I knew I shouldn’t have answered.”  Nikki nodded, “Probably not but you did.. I need you here.”  Devon stood and headed for the bedroom, “All right.  Give me half an hour.”  Nikki smiled, “Okay.  You can tell me about your night when you get here?”

Half an hour later Devon was standing in the cold morgue staring into the drawer where Jane Doe’s body was supposed to be. “Nik, I don’t know where she is.”  Nikki shook her head, “Dev, even the files are gone.  The police are coming and this is going to be a mess.. but from what I can see it wasn’t a break in.” Devon shook her head, “So teenagers playing pranks?”  Nikki nodded, “Probably.  Which means that body may never turn up again or it might be sitting on someone’s porch.”  Nikki frowned and called Ryan, she left a message asking him if any random bodies had turned up.  She knew he’d get back with her at some point.  Devon smiled at Nikki, “So..how was your night?”  Nikki shook her head, “I fell asleep, Ryan came over and I passed out on him.”  Devon took in Nikki’s appearance and smiled, “Well you certainly *look* well rested.”  Nikki smiled, “I am.  It’s the first full night I’ve gotten in a very long time.”  Devon shook her head, “I met Tristan *finally* last night.”  Nikki nodded again, “I heard you were at the diner.”  Devon smiled, “I was and I can see why you liked him.  Which is why I have to ask you this.  Is it going to be a problem if Tristan and I go out.”  Nikki blinked, “You and Tristan?” she smiled, “Of course not.”  Devon watched Nikki closely for her reaction, “I really like him, Nik.  I felt so comfortable with him.  He stayed the night.”  Nikki looked at Devon like she had no clue who the other girl was.  “Oh, come on, I didn’t.. We didn’t…” Devon shook her head, blushing, “Christ.  We made out on my couch like a couple of high school kids.”  Nikki smiled, “He’s a good guy, Devon. A real good guy and I feel like shit for what I did to him.”  Devon looked over at Nikki as she prepped another body, “You should have been honest with him.  Even if it’s going to hurt now, it’ll be a lot less hurt then if it happens later, you know what I mean?  He’s taking me out tonight.”  “I know what you mean.  It was one of those things that I didn’t realize until Ryan was talking about you and everything.”  Devon walked over to where Nikki was working, “I wanted to cave so bad last night.  I just like him way to much for that.  I want him to decide when to move it on.  He’s so.. patient and the way he treats Sangria is great.  They’re so close and he’s respectful and he took me to meet Van and Lia, Oh!  Sangria and Ethan’s bedroom buts up to my living room, they’re the one’s that knocked my tv down.”  Nikki laughed..”Oh.. that’s perfect.”  Devon smiled, “You’re sure you’re okay with it?”  Nikki nodded, “Absolutely.  We’re friends Devon.  It wasn’t meant to happen and it didn’t.  It’s okay.  Ryan told me he loved me.”  Devon smiled at Nikki, “Seriously?  You didn’t know that already?  Everyone else did.  Especially when he walked into the diner and told Tristan what he was going to do.”  Nikki looked up from the Y-incision she was currently stitching back together, and smiled, “I said it back.”  Devon nodded, “Nice.  Now stop working so hard and spend some time with him.”  Nikki stopped what she was doing and looked Devon in the eyes, “I plan on it..but, Kettle, you should really do the same.” Devon laughed, “Point taken, which is why I’m going to go home and study and then I’m going to pamper myself and get ready for my date tonight.  I plan on knocking his socks off.  I might even go visit Splash Panic for a new dress.  If the police need to talk to me they can reach me at home for a while.  Then I’m turning off my cell phone, for the rest of the night and probably tomorrow as well.”  Nikki dropped a stitch, “Wow, you really do like him.”  Devon nodded, “I’m going to marry him someday.”  Nikki back stitched and watched as Devon didn’t wait around for her to respond. When she heard the back door slam she smiled, shook her head and went back to work.

The police arrived shortly after Devon left Nikki told them all she knew and they went through the processes of dusting for prints and the technical stuff.  Nikki waited around for them to finish, locked up the Morgue again and went over to Ryan’s.

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June 20

I’ve Been Alone All Along

Here’s the thing
We started out friends
It was cool, but it was all pretend
Yeah, yeah, since you been gone
You’re dedicated, you took the time
Wasn’t long ’til I called you mine
Yeah, yeah, since you been gone
And all you’d ever hear me say
Is how I picture me with you
That’s all you’d ever hear me say

But since you been gone
I can breathe for the first time
I’m so movin’ on, yeah yeah
Thanks to you, now I get what I want
Since you been gone

Aubrey waited as they took Brennan’s things from the house.  She then went about exorcising him from the apartment.  She cleaned it from top to bottom, starting with the bed.  She stripped it and started the wash in the portable washer/dryer combo she’d splurged on a while back, which lived in the bathroom.  While the linens went through the washer, she cleaned.  While she cleaned, her mind wandered over the last few months.  If she were honest with herself, she’d realize that they were over before the fight.  She’d felt the distance, seen him all but avoid looking at her.  The signs were all there.

How can I put it, you put me on
I even fell for that stupid love song
Yeah, yeah, since you been gone
How come I’d never hear you say
I just wanna be with you
Guess you never felt that way
But since you been gone
I can breathe for the first time
I’m so movin’ on, yeah, yeah
Thanks to you, now I get, I get what I want
Since you been gone

She finished the cleaning and sat on the couch.  She reached for the bottle of Jack took a long pull from the bottle, and picked the roach out of the ashtray, crushed it into the pipe, lit and hit it, holding the smoke for as long as she could before exhaling.  She took another large swallow from the bottle and sat it down, propped her feet on the coffee table, “ ‘Shithole apartment’ my ass”, she said aloud, then muttered, “The only thing shitty in this apartment was him,” as she shook her head because she knew that came more from anger then the fact that Brennan was shitty.  She was pissed, though, more at herself because she thought *he* was the last person that would throw her sluttiness in her face.  Yet there it was big as day.  She realized that if that was how he felt then she couldn’t change it, she couldn’t make him see past that to who she was, and that meant they weren’t going to work.  He knew what she was when they’d gotten together.  She took another hit as she took a deep breath.  Relief.  Anger.  The relief surprised her, the anger not so much.

You had your chance, you blew it
Out of sight, out of mind
Shut your mouth, I just can’t take it
Again and again and again and again

Maybe, she wasn’t built for love and all the traditional shit that everyone else seemed to need.  She didn’t have a romantic bone in her body.  One thing she could say without a doubt was that she hadn’t cheated on him.  She wasn’t the one that fucked up this time.  She stood grabbing the bottle off the table and left the apartment.  She wasn’t sure where she was going or what she intended she just knew she was starting to feel closed in.  She wandered the streets as she finished the bottle, that was when she saw the flashing lights.  “Fuck.”

Since you been gone (since you been gone)
I can breathe for the first time
I’m so movin’ on, yeah yeah
Thanks to you (thanks to you)
Now I get, I get what I want
I can breathe for the first time
I’m so movin’ on, yeah yeah
Thanks to you (thanks to you)
Now I get (I get)
You should know (you should know) that I get
I get what I want

The police officer nailed her for public drunkenness and hauled her off to the station.  She watched as the door slammed shut on the holding cell and shaking her head realized there was no one she could call.  The cop recognized Aubrey from the strip club and put a call into the new owner.  Aubrey in the meantime had turned down her one phone call.

Since you been gone
Since you been gone
Since you been gone

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June 20

I Think I’m Ready to Leap

Akhiro went to the dojo to meet Tristan for their morning workout only to find him already engaged with the punching bag.  Barefoot, wearing nothing but his black judo pants, his hands taped, sweat poured over Tristan’s body as he jabbed and punched the bag mercilessly.   Akhiro smiled, dropping his towel on  a bench and walked over.  “Feeling a little aggressive this morning?” he asked.  Tristan smiled and shook his head.  “This isn’t aggression.  *This*…” he said, punctuating the word with a hard jab, “is sexual frustration.”

Akhiro arched a surprised brow as he positioned himself out of range of the bag’s swing, back a little and to the right where he was in Tristan’s line of sight.  “You didn’t come home last night and she didn’t put out?”  Tristan shook his head.  “Nope.  She told me she liked me too much to sleep with me right away, but she wanted me to stay and I didn’t want to go.”  Akhiro laughed.  “Oh, you must like her a *lot* then.”

Tristan smiled and grabbed the bag, steadying it.  He looked over at Akhiro.  “She’s beautiful, Akhiro.  She’s even prettier than Sang and I’ve never thought that about anyone.  I mean, she’s got her shit together.  She’s not afraid to use her words.  She just put it right out there up front and I really liked that.”  Tristan smiled and jabbed the bag again as he stepped back.  “Not so much the content, but definitely the delivery.”

Akhiro nodded.  “Hell, Tristan, if I didn’t have Ren and you weren’t as into her as you are, *I’d* make a play.”  Tristan laughed and shook his head.  “But you’re still planning on marrying Ren, right?”  Akhiro smiled.  “Of course.  She’s got to have my little blond Asian babies.  Besides… we’ve been destined to be together since the first time we played doctor in Kindergarten.”  Tristan nodded.  “There’s that, yeah.”  Tristan shook his head.  “I know you can’t really know a person after only knowing them less than twenty four hours, but.. I really think this could be the one.”  Akhiro arched a brow.  “Damn.  You’re serious.”  Tristan nodded.  “Sang told me to marry her.  Like *now*.  And all I could say was ‘no shit’.  When I told her about it, she asked what I said and I told her that I said this could be something great, but what I really said was that I think she could be the one.  I just didn’t want to scare her off by saying that too soon, yanno?”.

Akhiro smiled, watching him for a moment.  “So, she’s classy.  She’s incredibly hot..” Tristan smiled.  “Don’t forget sexy.”  Akhiro laughed and nodded.  “She’s sexy.  She’s intelligent, always a big plus, and she’s a pediatrician.”  Tristan nodded.  “And mature.  Nikki was mature, but when things got rough, she kind of fell apart.  I don’t see Devon falling apart.”  Akhiro crossed his arms over his chest.  “And she’s mature and together.  Yeah.  What’s not to like?”  Tristan nodded.  “Exactly.”

Tristan walked away from the bag and over to the bench where he picked up his open water bottle and took a drink from it after pouring some of it over his face and shoulders.  “And she *wants* to meet my friends and be part of the group.  Nikki I had to all but drag into it.  So, we’re doing dinner tonight and going to the Rock.”  Tristan sat on the bench, picked up his towel and dried his face and torso.  “I was telling her how all the couples are either living together or spend nearly waking moment together and she asked whatever happened to dating.”  Tristan smiled.  “I totally dig that, too.  She seems to be relatively independent and capable of being in a relationship without letting it consume her.  Like Sang used to be before Loch cheated on her.”  Akhiro nodded.  “And like Ren is.  And I am all about women who aren’t clingy.”  Tristan nodded.  “I can’t stand clingy women but I don’t see that as a problem with this one.”  Tristan smiled.  “I took her over to meet Lia and say hi to Van.  I figured I’d ease her into it, yanno?  But she wasn’t shy at all.  she was polite, she jumped right in.  It was great.   It was fucking perfect.”

Akhiro walked over and took his turn on the bag.  “So, where are you taking her to dinner?”  Tristan shook his head.  “I was thinking I’d take her to Osaka’s.”  Akhiro smiled.  “Oh, they’re good.  And not *too* intimate but definitely an experience.”  Tristan looked over and watched Akhiro work the bag.  “And if things get too tense at the Rock, I’ll take her back to our place and give her the tour.”  Akhiro smiled.  “Just don’t show her what’s in my closet.”  Tristan laughed.  “Oh, my god.  She doesn’t watch porn or read romance novels.”  Akhiro smiled again.  “Oh, *that’s* a nice change.”  Tristan nodded.  “It really is.” He looked over at Akhiro.  “So,  are you ready to spar or what?”  Akhiro smiled.  “In a few minutes.  Speaking of which.. are you going to teach Devon to spar?”  Tristan smiled.  “Oh, definitely.  I was thinking maybe I’d bring her over later tonight or tomorrow.  Go a few rounds with her.”  Tristan smiled more broadly.  “Maybe it will help us *both* work off the sexual frustration.”  Akhiro laughed.  “Or get you laid that much faster.”

Tristan smiled and shook his head.  He got up and walked over to the mat.  “Come on.  Leave the bag alone and take on something that can fight back.”  Akhiro looked over at Tristan who was assuming the fighting stance and smiled as Tristan curled his fingers in a beckoning gesture.  Akhiro smiled.  “You’re on.”

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June 20

I Wanna Know Why You Got Me Goin’ – Part 2

Girls:
<Devon quietly> I feel like I’m meeting the family.
Boys:
<Tristan smiles> You are. Just not mine, exactly. <opens the door, looks inside> Van? Lia?
Boys:
<Van is standing in front of Brennan’s door, looking perplexed, to Lia> But *why* Brennan’s room? I mean.. are they planning on moving in there or something? <looks over when he hears Tristan’s voice> In here!
Girls:
<Devon smiles takes a deep breath> Okay.
Boys:
<Tristan smiles and walks in>
Girls:
<Devon goes in with him>
Girls:
<Lia looks at Van> Maybe they needed a change of scenery.
Girls:
<Devon laughs then smiles then looks down and closes her eyes>
Boys:
<Van looks at Lia> The only scenery they’re paying attention to is… skin. <looks over at Devon and Tristan, smiles> Hey.
Boys:
<Tristan smiles> Hey. Lia, this is Devon, Nikki’s assistant. <looks at Devon> This is Van’s girlfriend, Lia. Ryan’s new grief counselor.
Boys:
<Van arches a brow> I didn’t know you were working with Nikki.
Girls:
<Devon looks at Lia> Nice to meet you. <Looks at Van> Yeah.. <smiles> It’s my last internship.
Boys:
<Van smiles> Nice.
Boys:
<Tristan looks at Van> Nikki and I broke up. She’s got feelings for Ryan.
Boys:
<Van blinks> Christ. <looks at Lia> That’s two in one night. I wonder who’s next.
Girls:
<Devon shakes her head, looks at Van> No one?
Boys:
<Van looks at Devon> Here’s hoping.
Girls:
<Lia nods> One can hope.
Boys:
<Van nods to Lia> Really. The last thing we need is another Relationship Apocalypse.
Boys:
<Tristan smiles> My breakup isn’t really an apocalypse for either of us, so don’t worry about it.
Boys:
<Van looks at Tristan> So.. it was mutual and amicable.
Boys:
<Tristan nods> Totally.
Girls:
<Devon smiles> As for why they’re in Brennan’s room…Their room abuts my living room and they knocked my TV off the wall in their enthusiasm. Tristan was kind enough to rehang it.
Boys:
<Van looks at Devon, laughs> Oh, my god. <smiles at Lia> There are victims, Lia.
Girls:
<Lia blinks> Wow.
Girls:
<Lia laughs> Seriously.
Boys:
<Tristan smiles> Yes. There are. <lets go of Devon’s hand and walks over to Brennan’s door> You might want to avert your eyes.
Boys:
<Van crosses his arms over his chest> Oh, hell, no.

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June 20

I Wanna Know Why You Got Me Going

Girls:
<Devon unlocks the door to her apartment, which is very clean but sparsely furnished and somewhat cluttered with papers and books, walks in and quickly picks up the papers off the table and moves the books from the coffee table to the desk, along with her laptop, smiles> Come on in.. Sorry it’s kind of messy.
Boys:
<Tristan follows her in, smiles, shakes his head> You should see Loch’s apartment. You’d never apologize for a few books and papers again.
Girls:
<Devon smiles> It’s that bad?
Boys:
<Tristan nods> Let me give you some perspective… his groupies cleaned it before he got with Sang. Then Sang cleaned it. Now.. it’s so bad even *Saige* will straighten up and *she’s* a slob that pays someone to clean *her* place where she lives alone.
Boys:
<Tristan smiles> Up until a few weeks ago, Saige wouldn’t even wash a dish.
Girls:
<Devon moves a velvet and silk throw, that matches the throw pillows, off the couch and folds it draping it over the back of the couch which is beige like most of the big pieces of furniture, the accents, pillows and blanket are jewel toned and really the only color in the room> Oh.. that’s bad. <smiles> My kitchen and bathroom I’m utterly anal about. They get cleaned thoroughly at the *very* least once a week more if I cook for the kitchen.

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