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- Nike let out a soft snort of air as she continued on her way. It only took a few more minutes walking- blissfully uninterrupted by attractive boys- to reach the Pampered Pet's Hangout.The suite was on the top floor, only accessed with a key card and a ride up the elevator, which Nike took in blissful silence. Shouldering her way through the front door, the girl dropped her purse by the door and kicked off her heels, glancing over to the ever charming Armoni, who stood behind the counter, bopping to her tunes, and Aiden, who was perched on the balcony. With a small smile and a flip of her beachy red hair, Nike indulged in a stretch.
"Hello my dear sweet pets! And how has this lovely morning greeted us?" Walking over, Nike swiped a mug from a cabinet and poured herself a glass of juice from the fridge- she wasn't the biggest fan of coffee. Pausing, she gave Armoni a quick kiss on the cheek, "Morning A. Got any wild clubs to hit tonight?" With a conspiratorial wink to the beauty queen, Nike padded out to the balcony, ruffling Aiden's hair as she turned to lean against the railing, eyeing her two friends."We seriously need to get the gang together and party tonight."
Jonathan Freyr Crim ● 21 ● Joey ● Mama's Beer and Breakfast
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- Jonathon laughed at Joey and her determinedly peppy attitude. She was quite the hot head, despite everything. Still, Jonathon couldn't blame her for her eagerness to cause some trouble. They had all had their share of trouble in life, and sometimes it felt nice for karma to come around. Of course, Jon abided as den mother, so his whole shtick was to preach the high road and how to better ones self. But he wasn't going to try and change his friends either. Joey would be a klepto, just like Mariah would be a trouble maker and Pietro would be a flirt. It was the way of the group.
Pulling his keys from his pocket, Jon grinned at the trouble making young lady. "You do recall that I drive a junker of a pickup truck right? It's not my fault if we break down halfway to uptown." The comment was only a joke of course.
Jon's car might look like a rust bucket, but she ran well and he drove her well, even along the crowded city streets. With a deep hum of enjoyment, the man stepped out the door and into the chilly air, heading around the corner to where he had parked his wonderful car, "The Medusa" as he had named her.