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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 8:45 pm
So, donate some clothing. That was more than easy. He was a fashion lover, and able to afford it. Clothes to him came and went. Plus he just had a s**t ton of old Hillworth swag he’d never gotten around to getting of. New or ‘almost unused’. They were used yes, but they also were in near perfect condition. He kept care of his belongings, even in that hell hole. And in donating clothes, he had an excuse to just shop. Nothing wrong with that.
The only thing ‘wrong’ about this situation was that Kess, the drunk who his much love Tate had hung all over at that Halloween party was there. How did you say hell to a person who more or less blew your mind by showing you that your friend didn’t have many… boundaries… drunk as a skunk. It was an odd introduction, and it was almost rude not to say something. “Kess.” He hoped it got her attention. “Nice to see you again.” Not drunk this time.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 8:58 pm
The blonde had been unloading several large, almost over-stuffed, black plastic trash bags full of clothing from the back of her truck, when she heard her name. Glancing up from where she leaned into the bed of the beat-up old Fold, she caught sight of a shorter, blonde fellow. Nice clothes, slightly uncomfortable expression, up-tight posture...
"Hey," A grin appeared on her freckled face, dark eyes meeting his light ones in recognition. "Tate's friend, right?" She straightened, dropping the last bag on the sidewalk, before slamming shut the tailgate with a 'clang'.
If one were to ask, she remembered the party perfectly. After all, she'd had one drink, tops, and spent the majority of it entirely sober, and dealing with either Ashley, Jada, or Tate, and then Ashley, again.
She wrinkled her nose in concentration, before snapping and firing a finger-gun his direction as she found his name, "Marlo! How's it hangin'?"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 9:09 pm
That was- a lot of bags. Taken mildly aback by the uh- 'haul' he might have though his bag was large but- yeah. Yeah Kess won. She had the larger sack. "Yes, Tate's friend. Kess, also Tate's friend and... I admit, I felt a little bad dumping her on you. She was a too much for me to handle."
Jada he could deal with. Tate? Not so much oddly enough. "I'm doing well. Just here to drop off some old clothes. Maybe get a free candy cane for dropping loose change into a bell ringer's tin. Overall, nothing as exciting as well-" he coughed. "That was a very interesting evening." A look her to heavy sacks. "Do you want help?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 9:33 pm
"That'd be sweet, thanks." Kess grabbed two, lifting them without too much of a struggle. "They're mostly my uncle's stuff, and from before my growth-spurt." Ah, the good ol' middle-school days.
This donation drop-off was maintained by a club from DCU, and therefore was a bit larger than the simple bin found at many of the others. There were a few people here accepting and sorting the donations, and as they walked, the freckled girl chatted.
"I wouldn't really say we're friends, per say," Kess flashed a grin to the girl indicating where they should put their donations, before continuing. "I don't know her very well." Or much at all, they'd only met once before the party. She was cute as hell, though, if awkward. Kess didn't mind awkward. She waved a hand, "It's all gravy, though, Tate's cool. You had your own s**t to handle." Obviously.
If Kess was friends with anyone, it was Jada. Work-out buddy, at the very least.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 10:00 pm
Picking up the last bag, Marlo slung it over his shoulder. "Really? Tate just seemed.. very familiar. Then again, that was the first time I had seen he hammered like that." Not something he hoped she did often. Or ever again for that matter.
The donation staff were eying their bags. They knew a gift when it came to them. Kess? She was probably a freaking Christmas all on her own. "My own s**t- Jada makes a lot more than s**t for me. But, that is it's own problem. our problem." As in, he really did not want to talk about it. "You were I think, one of the only sane people left in that party. All others were busy risking alcohol poisoning or overeating." Setting her bag down, the volunteers jumped on it like wolves, getting to sorting in a flash. "Thankfully, no one died."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 10:12 pm
Her lopsided grin grew, and she pointed a finger at her face. "It's the freckles. Makes me look trustworthy, I guess." She raised her brows. "Not that I minded. Tate's a hottie, for sure." Also smart, and when she relaxed, funny. "I like her better sober, though."
The volunteers began to comb through their bags, apparently relieved at the lack of dirt, stains, or stench coming from the clothes, and Kess glanced over to Marlo as he mentioned Jada.
"Not my business," she agreed, shrugging and dismissing any conversation points that might lead to Jada's drunken accusations, and the way Marlo had chased her around the party.
"That you know of," Kess pointed out with an unhelpful grin. Fortunately enough, Marlo was correct. By her account, Jada had been the drunkest person in the room. Spiking the already alcoholic punch with everclear? Who did that? Jada had obviously been really upset, and apparently, that was this guy's fault.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 11:23 pm
That grin was beginning to become slightly unsettling. Her freckles were not making Marlo trust her more, perhaps it was the opposite for him. "She's attractive. But, she's not my type. A great mind and body, but I prefer her as a friend. That sort of thing. Really, she's a brilliant battleship opponent." As last week he had a crushing loss.
A chuckle as the last of his things were sorted out, a small slip so he could put it on his taxes.
Aw yeah taxes.
"It was nice seeing you again. It confirmed you're sane outside of parties I suppose. And confirmed that I should probably warn Tate about you." The last part was a gentle jest.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 11:31 pm
"I wouldn't peg you two as a couple, either," one shoulder lifted slightly in a shrug as she shoved her own slip into her pocket. By then, they'd reached her truck, and she smacked a hand lightly on the top of the cab, laughing as he teased her.
"For sure. While you're at it, can you tell her to give me a call sometime?" Apparently, she was unintimidated by the posh young man. Perhaps it was an effect of donating to charity together. "Thanks, again, for the help."
Offering him a quick salute before walking around the front of the truck and opening the driver's door, her goodbye was a casual, "See you around, Marlo."
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