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Blind Date Booth

"'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine, there's no going back - "

She reached for the blindfold again, but her hand froze when she realized Mimsy had been in the booth. How long had she been in there?! Maebe could have been killed in the darkness and no one would have even known. Why couldn't she get away from this b***h? It was really ******** annoying.

The tone that - oh boy, b***h was drunk - Mimsy was taking with her was annoying, as well. "I have a doctorate in having a life." Maebe snapped back out, closing her eyes and spinning around to have another go.

(She wasn't putting the blindfold back on anymore. Not with Mimsy in the booth. She had too much life left to live.)

She opened her eyes after putting the sticker down, and stopped, frozen in surprise. She'd put a lipstick sticker right on Lucky's cheek. Apparently there was no life left to live, after all.

She quickly folded up the picture, and hoped Mimsy hadn't seen her pic - maybe she was too drunk to have noticed. Whatever the case may be, she was going to deface the picture later - with lots of scribbly marks all over the tiny Mimsy in the background.

And this one wasn't going on her wall.

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"Asinine," Mimsy scoffed. "Seven billion people can - and are - doing that. Not even a skill!"

She rolled her eyes, gaze settling back on her as she was folding up a poster. From her vantage point, she noticed something that looked a little too close to her sibling, and this was an unacceptable risk to take. With a sigh of annoyance, she covered her eyes and stuck a sticker kiss on another poster.

Leon. Poor Leon and his sad little space program. She stifled a laugh.

"Trade." Her tone was something between questioning and demanding as she extended the poster of Leon up towards Maebe.

America's Text - Blind Date Booth



The image was of Taym repaying the middle finger gesture. There were, unfortunately for America, no asses in the background. No Taym faces, either, just the corner of a collar. It was an imperfect reproduction.

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"The hell did you say about my a**? You know what, hold that thought, I don't care anymore." Maebe knew that she wasn't going to get her goal done while Mimsy was hiding in the booth like a troll, so she started to leave, when she heard the word.

Trade.

Swiveling around to see what Mimsy had to offer, Maebe sucked in a sharp breath. That was a delicious hunk of man. Oh yes, she wanted that poster. She wanted it very badly, and she was tempted..

"No." Maybe it was principle. Maybe it was just the fact that it was Mimsy asking, and not someone else. Or maybe she had other reasons. Whatever the case was, she turned on her heel, and moved over to wrap an arm around America while she drunk texted someone. Her nose pressed up gently against the other girl's ear.

"Who's the lucky bugger getting all of your attention?"

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There was something unnerving about knowing that the person on the other end of America's messages was Obadiah. She boldly scrolled through the messages, and blinked slowly, trying to sober up enough to read them. It wasn't working - and all she really needed to see was that middle finger to know Taym was being Taym.

"Small island." Maebe murmured out thoughtfully, handing the phone back to America. But as soon as the phone was out of her hands, it was on America's chin, pulling it to face her. The little smile that lifted the corners of her lips was lazy, but dangerous. "Thanks. I'll tell you a secret. I smell nice all over."

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America's lips formed a startled o at the sudden come-on, cheeks heating just slightly as her eyes flickered over Maebe's face and finally settled on that glossy little smile. "That so?" She drawled softly, leaning just slightly when a new message showed up on her phone. Settling back to look at it, she gave the picture an indignant look, "Hey now, that was supposed to be half mine."

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America stared up at the phone in flushed surprised and took the phone silently.



After sending the picture she pocketed the phone and then buried her face in Maebe's hair, shoulders shaking with barely contained giggles.