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When Mimsy looked up from her phone, Maebe was leaving. The girl just ruined everything - how was this supposed to work if she left? The denial of a trade earned an angry pout, and she hid in the booth again, playing the most distilled possible version of the game.

"Maaaaaebeeeee," she called, stacking her earned posters together. "Are you scared?"

Fangirl Frolicking/ Wheel of Truth or Dare

"Ohmigosh I didn't even think about bringing something! Wow, I'm the worst guest ever!" She laughed at herself, though past the surface of a smile she did feel rather poorly about neglecting to bring a gift for the hostess. For right now, however, there was nothing she could do about it so she just let it go.
What she could do about things right now was nom this delicious bread.
"WOW its fresh? That's so cool! Do ya make bread often?" She chirped, excitedly waiting for her treat with no amount of patience. When finally the bit of food was handed over the teen took it with a grateful smile and popped it into her mouth without any hesitation.
For a long moment Abbi stood there, her hand hovering in front of her mouth, as she stared wide eyed at Solia. A few chews and a hefty swallow was made before she opened her mouth.
"Oh my god that... Such delicious. Very amaze. Much bread wow." It was the most sincere and highest compliment she could muster at the moment because real, actual, delicious not stale bread wow.

"That was amazing! Wooooow you're super talented at cooking, that's so cool!" Jumping up and down the girl was content to gush on and on about the delicious food, but she didn't. Mostly because she noticed the wheel of obtaining a drink was open.
"Hey let's get a drink!" There was no waiting for a reply as Abbi grabbed Solia's arm and bounced her over to the wheel.
Once over there she let go of her new friend only to grab the wheel and give it a hefty spin. Round and round it went until........... Oh.
"Uuuuhhhhh I'm not... Really.... The.... Public indecency kinda person..." Errr... Maybe Solia had a better idea?

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The posters were all getting pretty blurry in the dark booth, and Mimsy actually managed to miss getting stickers on the posters three times before claiming one.

Looking at the man on it was unsettling. He was clearly a doctor, but...maybe if he looked more like Dr. H. This man looked like the kind of person that she actively avoided. It was best for everyone, and generally beneficial to the bit of mental health she had left.

It went into the stack, beneath Otto. Just to be safe.

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America could feel Maebe tense against her, and she slowly pulled away, hesitant to miss out on the feel of America buried into her hair. Her head leaned in towards her, nuzzling affectionately, but her arms were already off. She turned her head and pressed a lingering kiss at the corner of her lips. "I need more of these beautiful works of art." And to accidentally kick Mimsy in the teeth, she didn't say. "Maybe when there isn't a b***h in the booth, we could do some finding of our own in here later."

That was the closest to mentioning Mimsy she was going to do, for a while. She picked out a sticker, and slapped it right on Mimsy's forehead, before going for another poster.

Simon, hm? Maebe wished that wasn't a gun in his holster - but he was certainly not happy to see anyone.

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America gave Maebe an encouraging slap on her the a** and went to grab another drink.

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As her hand was slapped away, Mimsy took the opportunity to turn around and apply another sticker, just to keep up. This time it landed on Taym's foot, and she hesitated before adding it to the top of the pile, sluggishly recalling several conversations on Twitter. Did she have something of value now?

It was worth trying.

"Trade for Lucky," she specified, hugging the posters to her chest to hold them hostage. "Specifically. 'Cause I need him."

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Maebe raised a good point, and Mimsy realized that she didn't know. She didn't know.

"Deal," she quickly agreed, punctuated with an overly-firm nod.

Anxiety surged through her chest and tightened her throat, and she tried to hide or get rid of the reaction by playing the game again, hardly paying attention to the poster that she'd bestowed a glittery sticker upon. The boy was another that she vaguely recognized from her time in the basement, but she couldn't even recall his name.

Her mind followed that thread of thought until it reached the end. Then she was stuck with the question again.

"I dunno." She wrinkled her nose and scowled at nothing. "I know that. It is already in practice - I do whatever I want with him, whenever I want, but--"

The idea of that going away made the panic return very quickly, and Mimsy refused to believe the truth.

So she didn't.

"I have no pictures of him. Of us. Like they usually have together. On...ah, fireplace mantles. Or wallets. I don't have either of those. And I don't even have a picture. I should, 'cause it is important, but I don't."

She hugged the posters again, and Milo's face peeked over her arm. That was a passable reason, right?

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Victorious again, Mimsy held the poster at arm's length, inspecting it as best she could. If you love him so damn much. How silly. She blinked very slowly with her sleepy eyelids, staring thoughtfully at the poster.

'I won', she thought, incorrectly assuming that she'd said it aloud. With care to not ruin anything, she rolled up the poster and wrapped her arms around it, leaning against the wall of the booth. Her stare moved upward and paused at the wall in front of her, where it remained, unblinking and lost in something.

A wide smile crept across her mouth in the darkness. Without the filters of practice and discipline in the forefront of her mind, it looked strange. Strange and wrong.