[ She spends the night and following morning after the festival flopped in bed, letting her head clear. When she finally gets up, she groans dramatically to herself and texts York, invites him to swing by the tower to see her, if he wants. She only waits long enough to confirm he's coming before hopping into the shower to get one in whilst waiting for him to make his way up.
When she answers the door to let him in she's obviously dressed, but her hair's still wet. ]
Hey, York. Want anything to like, eat or drink or something?
[ She remembers the Down housing food kinda sucks ass. ]
Visitor's choice then. Just don't actually bankrupt me somehow.
[ She comes to lean back against one of the counters whilst he looks. It's mostly beer and sodas, and like, one juice carton. She still relies on room service a lot, if she's honest. ]
Eh, y'know. Rough couple days after that whole... thing, before, but. [ she shrugs ] Friend of mine came by, kicked some sense into me. Otherwise, just... city life is city life, y'know. You?
[ She'll get into the carnival in a second. Or two. ]
[ York laughs softly -- he won't bankrupt her. He grabs a beer and starts leafing through the menus she has on the side of the fridge, looking for something that sounds good. ]
You weren't the one who needed sense kicked into them during that conversation, South. Just saying.
[ That first bit actually gives her pause, because it's really not often someone else sees how much of an asshole her brother can be, too. Even after York calling him on it during the conversation it's... nice, to hear. ]
Y'know, I think hearing you say stuff like that gives me the same whiplash some of the shit I say these days keeps giving you.
[ Then she coughs, blows some hair out of her face. ]
[ It's weird, having South be the more mature twin about something. Especially when it comes to how they treat each other, but York also isn't blind. They both have their flaws. He takes a drink and holds out a menu for her to order from. ]
Was it fun? I didn't risk it this time, after how the one when I first arrived went. Besides, I was scheduled and my boss is in prison.
[ But she's half-laughing, scrubbing a hand back over her face to push her hair back properly. She may be a tiny bit pink in the face. She's not the shy, blushing type about sex at all, but announcing she's just fucked a guys— girlfriend, or whatever, to his face isn't exactly typical. ]
Y'know I still cannot fucking tell if it was anything to do with the food on my end or if I just didn't stand a fucking chance the second she came onto me. She is...
[ She snort laughs, and yeah, she was pretty sure he wouldn't care, city being the city and knowing from North that York's not really the possessive type, but it's still easier to laugh about once he confirms that. ]
Dude, she's so fucking hot. Like, you obviously fucking know that, but fuuuuck. I have a type, okay, and that type is like— that type is like any woman on our old squad. So. Yeah.
[ A beat. ]
Is that weird to say? That feels weird to fucking say aloud, but seriously.
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action; day after festival
[ She spends the night and following morning after the festival flopped in bed, letting her head clear. When she finally gets up, she groans dramatically to herself and texts York, invites him to swing by the tower to see her, if he wants. She only waits long enough to confirm he's coming before hopping into the shower to get one in whilst waiting for him to make his way up.
When she answers the door to let him in she's obviously dressed, but her hair's still wet. ]
Hey, York. Want anything to like, eat or drink or something?
[ She remembers the Down housing food kinda sucks ass. ]
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Whatcha got? Ooh, can we get takeout? I'll give you the cash, it's just hard to get any place to serve an uncontracted sub.
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[ She snort laughs, closing the door behind him. ]
Yeah, yeah, we can get takeout, and you don't have to worry about the cash. Actual takeout or room service?
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[ He winks at her, heading to check out what she's got in her fridge to drink. ]
How're you holding up?
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Visitor's choice then. Just don't actually bankrupt me somehow.
[ She comes to lean back against one of the counters whilst he looks. It's mostly beer and sodas, and like, one juice carton. She still relies on room service a lot, if she's honest. ]
Eh, y'know. Rough couple days after that whole... thing, before, but. [ she shrugs ] Friend of mine came by, kicked some sense into me. Otherwise, just... city life is city life, y'know. You?
[ She'll get into the carnival in a second. Or two. ]
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You weren't the one who needed sense kicked into them during that conversation, South. Just saying.
[ He loves your brother, but. That was rough. ]
Did you go to the festival?
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[ That first bit actually gives her pause, because it's really not often someone else sees how much of an asshole her brother can be, too. Even after York calling him on it during the conversation it's... nice, to hear. ]
Y'know, I think hearing you say stuff like that gives me the same whiplash some of the shit I say these days keeps giving you.
[ Then she coughs, blows some hair out of her face. ]
Sure did. Bored out of my mind, so I risked it.
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[ It's weird, having South be the more mature twin about something. Especially when it comes to how they treat each other, but York also isn't blind. They both have their flaws. He takes a drink and holds out a menu for her to order from. ]
Was it fun? I didn't risk it this time, after how the one when I first arrived went. Besides, I was scheduled and my boss is in prison.
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Kinda was, actually. I mean, the games were all fuckin' sex themed as everything is here, and there was plenty of weird stuff, but...
[ She shrugs, taking the menu and glancing over it herself, pulling her device out to order for them. ]
Could've been worse. And uh—
Okay, so like. Carolina and I ended up fucking behind some food stands.
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You did, huh?
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Oh, shut the fuck up, ass.
[ But she's half-laughing, scrubbing a hand back over her face to push her hair back properly. She may be a tiny bit pink in the face. She's not the shy, blushing type about sex at all, but announcing she's just fucked a guys— girlfriend, or whatever, to his face isn't exactly typical. ]
Y'know I still cannot fucking tell if it was anything to do with the food on my end or if I just didn't stand a fucking chance the second she came onto me. She is...
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[ At least York clearly has no problem with this? He's in love with her, but he's not possessive. ]
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[ She snort laughs, and yeah, she was pretty sure he wouldn't care, city being the city and knowing from North that York's not really the possessive type, but it's still easier to laugh about once he confirms that. ]
Dude, she's so fucking hot. Like, you obviously fucking know that, but fuuuuck. I have a type, okay, and that type is like— that type is like any woman on our old squad. So. Yeah.
[ A beat. ]
Is that weird to say? That feels weird to fucking say aloud, but seriously.