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(hi I'm here sorry)

Bastian glared a bit at Axtin when he was told off. He just gave a huff before popping another cake pop in his mouth. "Yeah, get to the good stuff. I've got a race in an hour and I want details," he hummed

(oh wait was that at me? I'm just gonna go with that and if not I shall change it)
"I can't just tell you," Lila scoffed at him. "And from what I've observed, you," she said, pointing a finger at Bastain, "showed up five minutes ago and have practically no clue as to what's going on. The rest of you can meet me tonight and bring him at your own discretion." She pulled a small card out of her pocket and handed it to Asura, who was closest to her. "Here's my card," she said starting to stand up. "You guys can text me if you want to know what's really going on around here. Any questions?"

Asura's brow furrowed in confusion. "You're like, 20, and you have a card?" he said in disbelief. "What are you, a secret agent? A fucking ninja?"

“Worse, a real estate agent.” Rain took a sip of her coffee and crossed her legs.

“Worse, a real estate agent.” Rain took a sip of her coffee and crossed her legs.

(oh my god I snorted at that lmao)

Lila scoffed at that. "I'm not a real estate agent. And I'm not a ninja or a secret agent. I'm simply . . . an interested party." She started to put her laptop in her bag and closed the bag.

Bastian glowered at Lila, though a smirk slowly crossed his face. "Totally a drug lord or some shit," he snickered under his breath before popping another cake pop in his mouth

Bastian glowered at Lila, though a smirk slowly crossed his face. "Totally a drug lord or some shit," he snickered under his breath before popping another cake pop in his mouth

Rain’s eyes got wide as a smirk appeared on her face.
“YeS!” She said excitedly.

"Hopefully yer nawt interested in our dicks, cuz it seems we're all gay here," Matt retorted, finally zoning back into the conversation. If this keeps up, I'm gonna resort ta mah liquor again… but don't ferget about Asura's proposal… ugh wh'y does he hafta be so darn-tootin' hawt. Matt battled with himself internally as his hand instinctively reached into one of his pockets in his gay frustration.

Rain snickered and nodded.
“Not dicks, but yes, I think all of us are gay.” She took off her denim jacket, revealing a pansexual flag shirt.

"An'… um…. cats too," Matt tried to correct himself for Rain and Yesim, trying his best not to say a forbidden euphemism. Instead, he held a thumb up to Rain and did his best interpretation of an encouraging wink before pulling out his other three flasks. Before he had a chance to open any of them, he slid them over to Asura. "Here, jus' in case I try ta pull somethin'."

Axtin let out a small whistle. "Wow, Asura must have made quite the deal if you're giving up all your alcohol," he teased.
"And I prefer to think I'm pan-sexual with a preference for guys. But yeah, I suppose that counts as being gay," he added, remembering the other comment from Matt.

Rain chuckled and smiled.
“No straights here..” She said and finshed her coffee.

Asura raised his eyebrows, staring at the alcohol in front of him. He didn't think he'd have that strong of an effect on Matt. He's actually expected him to sneak some liquor by now. "If you're really not feeling good, you can have some. I don't want you to start having withdrawals or something."

"Aye think aye can last one day without mah alcohol, thank ye," Matt smirked at Asura before leaning back in his chair, leaving his flasks on the table in front of Asura. He crunched his now empty coffee cup and got up to wander over to a trash can to throw it away.

"No straights?" Lila asked. "Good, then I'll fit right in. See you tonight." She swung her bag over her shoulder and walked out, her boots loud against the floor, securing her dramatic exit.