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Location: Fulton University South Lawn Parking Lot
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Location: Fulton University South Lawn Parking Lot
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D E A N N AXA M A S I O - D O U G L A S
_____ T H EXW I L DXC H I L D_____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: Fulton University South Lawn Parking Lot
Dialogue Color β¦ #E41B17
Thought Color β§ #940000
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_____ T H EXG O O DXG U Y _____
Outfit: Here
Location: Fulton University South Lawn Parking Lot
Dialogue Color β¦ #FF5100
Thought Color β§ #AF0100
"How the hell did you beat me to my own car?" Nick asked as he approached his 2010 Nissan. It was old and it wasn't the flashiest vehicle on campus, but once his dad signed everything over to him, it became Nick's. And that was enough for him. He thought better of his question and also inquired, "And why the hell are you on top of my car to begin with?"
"Selfies," Deanna stated from her perch atop the hood of the blue car, hand splayed back on the cool metal so that she could look up as she took the pictures. She had originally been on her Instagram story, but decided pics were in order. Dee may have been a bad bitch, according to her, every single day, but there was something about dressing up for events - even the casual ones - that made her feel like being extra. And what better way to be extra than to post a series of pictures of yourself on social media so that everyone else could admire how much of a bad bitch you were? Her bathing suit was pretty simple in comparison to some of the other ones she could've chosen, but the sheer, shimmery material of the over-sized shirt that looked more green under certain lights combined with the shoes she found in California made a not so fabulous look, look absolutely fabulous. She glanced at the dubious look she could feel emanating from Nick and her mouth widened into a childish grin, "Nicky, come and love me!"
Nick side-eyed her for a second, but easily walked over while retorting sarcastically, "Pretty sure I'm the wrong gender to do your type of loving." Deanna gave a mock-outraged glare. "Fuck you!" Nick snorted. "Wrong gender for that too." He narrowly missed the careless upward swipe of her leg at him, a botched attempt at a kick that she remedied only by snatching him against her before smacking him on the back of the head. "This is why I can't stand yo ass. Just take the damn picture with me." Two seconds later and the flash went off, and Nick was able to relax in the space formed between Deanna's legs, leaning back against her as she used his back to type out whatever it was that she thought was a necessary caption to go with her post. Nick wasn't really big for social media, but considering Deanna's current profession and what her future would more than likely entail, it was no surprise that she was posting so frequently. It was like another job for her. She had to keep up appearances. And Nick, more times than he liked to admit, always wound up being sucked into it despite being the notably camera shy one between the two of them. Not that Deanna cared. She somehow snatched several pictures of him without him knowing she had taken them until he received a notification from whichever social media site she decided to use for that day, and threatened to terminate their friendship if she didn't take down the most unflattering ones.
Nick swore that all of them were unflattering, so Deanna promptly started ignoring him.
"Text ya boyfriend and see if he's ridin' with us or not," Deanna said, scrolling through her timeline for a minute before she realized that there were text notifications. A few were from her sorority sisters and one from River, which made her lips curve into a smirk. Nick's eyebrows shot up at her, though she couldn't see. "What are you - ? I don't have a - " It took him only a second later to realize it and Nick's face heated once it hit him. "Harry's not my boyfriend. He's my friend." Deanna rolled her eyes, unimpressed. "Baby, he better be somethin' witchu sighin' and shit all summer." Nick looked mighty affronted, even as he pulled out his phone. "I did not sigh."
He totally sighed.
Deanna obviously didn't look like she believed him, which she had every reason to look like. Nick sighed (shit) and shook his head as he text Harry as instructed, saying, "I-it's not even like that and you know it. Harry doesn't - he wouldn't." Deanna promptly replied, singing, "Not gonna know if he would if ya don't ask." Nick grumbled that he wasn't asking her as the text was sent, just as Deanna sent her own in response to River, and then to Kory like a good little Zeta appeasing her mama Zeta.
To: Asshole
wat can i say? im a slut 4 free food & drinks. u comin?
To: Mama K
ill try not 2 come home preggers or somethin. no promises mom
To: Harry
Dee's riding too, but are you coming?
"Selfies," Deanna stated from her perch atop the hood of the blue car, hand splayed back on the cool metal so that she could look up as she took the pictures. She had originally been on her Instagram story, but decided pics were in order. Dee may have been a bad bitch, according to her, every single day, but there was something about dressing up for events - even the casual ones - that made her feel like being extra. And what better way to be extra than to post a series of pictures of yourself on social media so that everyone else could admire how much of a bad bitch you were? Her bathing suit was pretty simple in comparison to some of the other ones she could've chosen, but the sheer, shimmery material of the over-sized shirt that looked more green under certain lights combined with the shoes she found in California made a not so fabulous look, look absolutely fabulous. She glanced at the dubious look she could feel emanating from Nick and her mouth widened into a childish grin, "Nicky, come and love me!"
Nick side-eyed her for a second, but easily walked over while retorting sarcastically, "Pretty sure I'm the wrong gender to do your type of loving." Deanna gave a mock-outraged glare. "Fuck you!" Nick snorted. "Wrong gender for that too." He narrowly missed the careless upward swipe of her leg at him, a botched attempt at a kick that she remedied only by snatching him against her before smacking him on the back of the head. "This is why I can't stand yo ass. Just take the damn picture with me." Two seconds later and the flash went off, and Nick was able to relax in the space formed between Deanna's legs, leaning back against her as she used his back to type out whatever it was that she thought was a necessary caption to go with her post. Nick wasn't really big for social media, but considering Deanna's current profession and what her future would more than likely entail, it was no surprise that she was posting so frequently. It was like another job for her. She had to keep up appearances. And Nick, more times than he liked to admit, always wound up being sucked into it despite being the notably camera shy one between the two of them. Not that Deanna cared. She somehow snatched several pictures of him without him knowing she had taken them until he received a notification from whichever social media site she decided to use for that day, and threatened to terminate their friendship if she didn't take down the most unflattering ones.
Nick swore that all of them were unflattering, so Deanna promptly started ignoring him.
"Text ya boyfriend and see if he's ridin' with us or not," Deanna said, scrolling through her timeline for a minute before she realized that there were text notifications. A few were from her sorority sisters and one from River, which made her lips curve into a smirk. Nick's eyebrows shot up at her, though she couldn't see. "What are you - ? I don't have a - " It took him only a second later to realize it and Nick's face heated once it hit him. "Harry's not my boyfriend. He's my friend." Deanna rolled her eyes, unimpressed. "Baby, he better be somethin' witchu sighin' and shit all summer." Nick looked mighty affronted, even as he pulled out his phone. "I did not sigh."
He totally sighed.
Deanna obviously didn't look like she believed him, which she had every reason to look like. Nick sighed (shit) and shook his head as he text Harry as instructed, saying, "I-it's not even like that and you know it. Harry doesn't - he wouldn't." Deanna promptly replied, singing, "Not gonna know if he would if ya don't ask." Nick grumbled that he wasn't asking her as the text was sent, just as Deanna sent her own in response to River, and then to Kory like a good little Zeta appeasing her mama Zeta.
To: Asshole
wat can i say? im a slut 4 free food & drinks. u comin?
To: Mama K
ill try not 2 come home preggers or somethin. no promises mom
To: Harry
Dee's riding too, but are you coming?