young volcanoes ` bee + freddy

[Vicki Reyes]

don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not - he's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got

God damn her aunt.

Making her go to some stupid school that she hated. Now she was running late. She hated running late when it was to meet Bee. Vicki already had a hell of a lot to prove to her and the last thing she wanted to do was make Bee think she took the invitation lightly; especially when it was to the Can. As Vicki ran full pelt to get there in time, she scaled fences into people's backyards to cut corners off the trip.

She would have been fine if she hadn't got another detention. This time for a scuffle in the yard at lunch. It was Chip's old friends. They were hassling her about him - about what they had or hadn't done together and if that was the reason why he left. They'd never liked her. And now that he wasn't around to protect her - they liked to hassle her. And the wound was still raw for Vicki. So she lashed out. And because she lashed out physically - she was the one who got in trouble.

So she had to stay after school for half an hour and bash the erasers. There was still chalk dust on her dark blue skirt. And her hair, which had once been in a ponytail, was all over the place by the time she arrived at the Can. Ten minutes late - not a good start. This was supposed to be a new start for Vicki - a way to figure out who she really was and find people of a similar ilk. Bee was the coolest girl she'd ever met. She was pretty and she always dressed well. But more than that - she was tough as nails. Nobody messed with her! All the cool girls wanted to be her, and all the cool guys wanted to be with her. That's what she wanted. Ever since Chip left she felt...well those feelings of abandonment and unworthiness had only increased tenfold.

Worst part of it all?

She was still in love with him. She was still hoping that one day he'd come back or write or something...anything. But it had been months now. If he was going to write or come back...it would have happened by now. And she had to let that go. That's why she was here meeting up with Bee and some of the Sons. These were her people. These were the ones who were going to teach her to be tougher than she was. If she had a leather jacket and a cigarette...people would take her seriously. If she was seen walking down the street with Bee or the Sons then people would know she was the real deal.

Skidding to a halt out the front of the joint - she took her first up close look at the Can. There were Greasers everywhere - and a lot of them stared at her as she arrived in her school uniform, covered in chalk dust and with the little gold cross around her neck. But she didn't care about them. She unloaded her pack from off her shoulders onto the sidewalk and pulled out a leather jacket Bee had given her to work on. It wasn't for her. It was for one of the boys. It had taken a hit to the shoulder during a fight - and Bee had tasked her with sewing it up.

Luckily for her, her mother had taught her to sew before she died and she was damn good at it too. Admiring her handiwork for a second, she blew some chalk dust off it before re-slinging her pack over her shoulder and trotting inside. She felt a strong mixture of excitement and nerves as she held the jacket proudly, her eyes wide and flitting about as she tried to spot Bee. She spotted her - cool as a cucumber and enjoying a milkshake by the bar.

"Bee! Hey, Bee!" she called out excitedly, practically tripping over herself to get to the girl and present the fixed jacket. "I got it! I brought it. It's fixed. I sewed it up, just like ya asked me to." she beamed proudly, holding out the jacket to show her proudly.

Sheepishly, she scuffed her shoe on the floor.

"Sorry 'm late..."

NOTES: hope this is okay! | WORDS: enough | OUTFIT: top left one!

[Freddy Bosko]

he's a real nowhere man ,

The muscle car spluttered and roared down the streets. It was an old banger, broke down most of the time and had a dodgy headlight but all in all, it was a trusty car and it was good enough to call his own.

Freddy Bosko sat in the front passenger seat, his feet up on the dash, a cigarette between his fingers. Accompanying him in the car were two other Sons of Saints: Bobby, a short-ish guy with medium build and dark hair, and Gus, an extremely tall boy with blonde hair so light you could see the pink of his scalp through his parting. All three boys were dressed relatively the same, fitted t-shirts with the sleeves rolled up, tight jeans and hair caked in so much styling wax even the breeze from the open windows hardly moved it. The only one that stood out was Bobby, a.ka, Bobcat. He wasn’t wearing his signature leather jacket.

The boys all joked and laughed with each other about anything that came to mind. Girls, booze, cars, sports. It had been a sweet day of doing absolutely nothing but fooling around. Those were the best days. They’d just been for a drive around what they regarded as ‘their turf’, enforcing their power in those parts by shouting vulgar comments out the window to innocent bystanders.

Yeah, it was sweet being in a gang. Especially when you were Vice-President. The boys simply followed everything he said. Well, almost everything. He wasn’t the big cheese Peter.

With society duly told where it could shove it for now, the boys decided to make their way to The Can to check in on the other sons and make sure they were staying out of trouble. Not that Freddy didn’t like trouble. More like, he wanted to check that he wasn’t missing out on any trouble.

Bobcat messily pulled into the parking lot of The Can, taking up two spaces with his horrendous parking job. Not that it mattered. All three of them, almost in unison, checked their hair in the rear view mirror before swinging their doors open.

“Nice parking, Bobcat, you ass.” Gus laughed, opening his door to see the white line a good 4ft away from the car. Bobby had a short fuse and was easy to annoy. The boys loved pissing him off. “Shut up, Gus. "I can’t park but I can score with 5 dames in one week. You can’t even get Bunny to look at you.” All three of them got out to be welcomed with a series of nods and “hey”s by the herd of greasers which stood outside. Freddy laughed at Bob’s expense. The guy was wound so tight he was a great source of entertainment. “He’s got a point, Gus. Bunny’s been everyone’s squeeze at one point or another. What the fuck are you doing so wrong?” Freddy piped in, placing the cigarette between his lips, flipping up the collar of his leather jacket and slipping his hands into his pockets as he walked around the car and approached the door of the joint. “Speak of the Devil and she will appear-“

Bunny, a girl with long orange hair that cascaded past her shoulders in bouncy curls, approached the three boys, Freddy in her sights. “It’s about time a fun guy like you turned up.” She stopped in front of them, looking at Freddy from underneath her lashes, cherry lips parted. She was drop dead gorgeous and she knew it but after bedding her a week ago on a drunken night out, she was old news. “How’s it goin’, Bunny?” Freddy asked but he didn’t really care and didn’t give her much notice as he sidled past her. She had grown incredibly clingy and always was, regardless of the number of bedmates she had. Bunny was beginning to reply when she realized how uninterested Freddy was, he wasn’t even looking at her, and instead let out a huff of annoyance. “Fine. Fuck you, Fred.” She stormed off to get comfort from some of her girlfriends. Freddy looked to his chums with a smirk, an expression the boys knew too well. They both laughed.

Striding into The Can, Fred greeted any sons he passed with a cool nod, them nodding back in reply. It didn’t take him long to spot Bee over by the bar and he made his way towards her. Gus and Bobcat followed, chatting and laughing with other boys as they made their way through.

“What’s shakin’ bacon?” he said playfully to Bee as he sidled up behind her, leaning on the bar. Gus and Bob stopped by a nearby table, chatting to the lads sitting around it. It was then that he noticed the little squirt that spoke to her. Vicki Reyes. He wondered what Bee was doing to the poor thing. His eyes ran up and down her, a smirk forming on his lips which still had the cigarette poised between them. “I didn’t know it was Halloween. Nice outfit, VickStick.” He laughed gently, playfully. He honestly didn’t mean any harm. Then he noticed the leather jacket in his hands and the playful smirk on his face changed to a look of surprise. “Hey! Has Bee been gettin’ ya to do her shit for her?” He took the leather jacket from her grasp and studied it a moment, taking a drag from his cigarette and holding it between his fingers. “Shit, this looks pretty good, smallfry. Better than Bee’s stitching, even.” This was a lie. He didn’t know a thing about sewing or stitches or anything. He just thought he’d push Bee’s buttons for the fun of it.

“Hey Bobcat! Vicks fixed this for ya!” Without much warning, Fred threw the leather jacket at Bobby and he managed to turn around just in time to catch it. He looked at the bit which had once been damaged. “Sweet!” Bobcat slipped the jacket on happily. Knowing him and his short temper, it wouldn’t stay fixed for long.

notes: ok i got very carried away haha. feel free to play gus and bobby! TAGGED: Vicki Reyes Bee Poplawski

 

[Bee Poplawski]

The feel of the the hot-rod's steering wheel in her hand was rough and smooth at the same time. The leather was worn from Peter's grip and all the races that he'd been in. The car was souped up, Bee having helped with some of the mechanics. It wasn't like Pete had wanted her to help him out, but it was an afternoon she remembered fondly. A better time. A time when she loved her boyfriend.

Ex-Boyfriend.

Bee had broken up with him this morning. He'd said something. Didn't remember what, but it was stupid and she deserved better than that. She took the car (and his jacket) and was high-tailing it to The Can. She should get joint custody of their baby. It was only fair in her book. Besides, she'd passed off Bobcat's jacket to someone else to fix.

Stopped at the light, she leaned on the window sill. It was so warm out, she was feeling like the leather jacket was a mistake. But it was undeniable that she looked the part of a greaser girl. Her tight jean capris would definitely be turning heads, as would the tight red knit top under the jacket. Maybe if Vicki had done a good enough job, she could get Bobcat to take her out until Peter learned his lesson. She tightened her high ponytail, the red scarf in her hair matching her top and the bright color on her lips.

The radio was blasting and as soon as the light turned green, Bee pressed the pedal to the floor, swerving around traffic, nimbly driving from one lane to the next. Her mind was wandering to the phonecall Sister Bernadette made this morning to the Poplawskis. Her dad had given her hell for not going to class all week and Bee, not wanting take any more of his or the nuns shit, was heading to SOS turf for a little R&R.

Luckily Peter couldn't show up today. She'd seen to that.

Swerving back into the right lane and making a wide turn, Bee fishtailed, managing a perfect parking job. She pocketed the key and pushed open the door, tossing up her hands as the rest of the gang inside greeted her with a roar.

Still she sidled up to the bar, pressing up close against it.

"The usual Sam," she told him, searching Peter's Pockets and finding a quarter. The proprietor was taking cash up front these days after a bunch of them dined and dashed not long ago. Her hips swayed to The Penguins playing on the jukebox until Sam came back with her strawberry shake, whipped cream and a maraschino cherry to top it off.

Bee followed her normal routine, dipping her finger in the whipped cream and licking it off. Then she scooped more up with the cherry and ate the sugary fruit. It was nice just relaxing with the music, though she noticed that the person she'd invited was running late. She couldn't spend all day sucking down milkshakes.

She only turned when she heard her name being called behind her.

It was Vicki Reyes, still in her uniform and running her at her with Bobcat's jacket. Bee smiled down at the girl. Poor kid. She seemed a nice sort, a little lost, but weren't the rest of them? Bee knew she was fixing to join the Soul Sisters, but it was hard to get her initiated when Vicki wasn't even dating one of the Sons. If any of them were worth anything, Bee would have happily fixed the girl up, though she'd heard the kid had some heartache already.

Besides, it was nice having someone to do the work for her. Even if Bee could sew, did they really expect her to mend their jackets?

"Don't worry about it, Vick. It looks like you've been fighting scarier monsters than me," she teased warmly, noticing the chalk on Vicki's skirt.

Before she could get out a thank you, Freddy Bosko's voice was greeting her. God, The Can was turning into an even worse dive with the likes of Peter's boys.

The flirt's attention turned to Vicki and Bee crossed her arms as he teased the girl and then took the jacket from her, making some remark remark about her sewing. Then, without letting Bee see the jacket, Freddy returned it to Bobcat.

Bee socked him, teasingly, in the shoulder.

"That was Soul Sister business, you ass," she playfully laughed. Turning back to Vicki. "You really saved my behind, Vicki. Let's hope those stitches can stand up to Bobcat."

There wasn't much hope in that.

But since Vicki was here, and since Bee didn't like the snickering going on at the girl's uniform, Bee pulled the scarf from her hair, letting her brown hair fall around her shoulders. She tied it in a bow around Vicki's neck.

"Happy, Freddy? Now she's got some cool threads." She gave a look toward some of the giggling patrons and they silenced, folding back into private chatter.

"C'mon, Vick," Bee said, sliding onto a stool and motioning for her to sit with her. Bee fished around Peter's pockets again, finding a dollar this time. "Take a load off and have a shake with me. On Peter."

She shot a smug grin in Freddy's direction. He may not be the man she was mad at, but he was Pete's best friend. And it felt good to win.

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[Vicki Reyes and Freddy Bosko I'm so sorry this is so long and rambly! I'm still trying to get Bee down! But I'm so excited! ]

[Vicki Reyes]

don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not - he's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got

For a girl who was supposedly well connected - Vicki felt very lost and alone.

The only daughter in a very high-ranking IRA family - she should have been treated with respect because of her last name. But she wasn't in Dublin - people didn't know who she was here. And if they did, well it would just make matters worse. Trinity had strictly forbidden Vicki from telling anyone about why she was here, about her brothers or her family's involvement. Because if Vicki was associated then so was Trinity - and she wouldn't take a slight against her name when she had worked so hard to distance herself from the acts of her family.

But Vicki had told Chip the truth - not long before he left. She still feared that maybe that had something to do with it.

Trinity was also well connected with the Catholic community of Vegas. But that was already out the window with her attitude and her bad language. Besides, Vicki wasn't interested in being a part of all that. Sure, she went to church every Sunday. But did she wholeheartedly believe in God and following him? No. God had taken her brother, her mother. No, her and God were not on good terms. And VIcki didn't see that changing until he gave her back her brother, at least.

So maybe that was why the Soul Sisters appealed to her so much. It was a group of women, something Vicki could understand. At home it was very segregated. The men were off doing their business and the women were left behind to pick up the pieces. They were the support of those men, the ones they came home to, relied on to raise their children - they were vital. And Vicki missed that feeling of being useful. She missed washing her brothers' clothes and cooking for them. And the Soul Sisters could give that back to her. And then there was Bee. Vicki had had plenty of strong women around her as a kid. But none quite as...cool as Bee. Vicki wanted to be just like her. Nobody messed with Bee - and everybody seemed to like her.

She looked up at Bee with that child-like adoration as she held the jacket out for inspection.

Don't worry about it, Vick. It looks like you've been fighting scarier monsters than me,

Vicki quickly looked down at her skirt and laughed a little sheepishly, trying to brush the chalk dust off. Bee was making fun of her, but it was all in good fun. She knew when Bee was joking or not. And she took it as a good sign that they could joke around together.

But that was when one of the Sons came over. And not just any Son - but Freddy, the VP. He was handsome. There was no denying that. And he was charming too, which only made matters worse. Vicki was still hung up on Chip. He was the only guy she'd ever loved - and she'd fallen hard for him. Any similar feelings, however small or insignificant or fleeting, now frightened the living daylights out of her. It made her heart race, and when he looked her up and down and visibly seemed to shrink in on herself. She didn't like it - but she was too embarrassed to say anything.

I didn't know it was Halloween. Nice outfit, VickStick

"I-I 'ad to come straight from school..." she stammered out lamely, flinching a little when he took the jacket from her.

Hey! Has Bee been gettin' ya to do her shit for her?

"No! It's Soul Sister business." she snapped, that fire brought out in her at the suggestion that anybody could boss her around. Or that Bee would treat her with dispresect.

Shit, this looks pretty good, smallfry. Better than Bee’s stitching, even.

Vicki smiled a little coyly and straightened her back, pleased with any sort of compliment on her work.

"...Nah, Bee's is way better. But I'm learnin'." she countered modestly as the VP tossed it over to Bobcat. When he grinned and slipped it on, she nodded politely to him. But that was the extent of her interaction with him. Maybe he knew that she'd done it for the Sons, not necessarily for him. And she did it for the Sons because she wanted to be a Sister.

That was Soul Sister business, you ass

Vicki giggled as Bee gave Freddy a punch. He needed to be pulled in line occasionally - and Vicki was glad Bee was the one to do it. It showed she cared about the girls. And she knew how Freddy picked them up and dropped them at a whim. Some girls coul dtake that just fine - others couldn't.

You really saved my behind, Vicki. Let's hope those stitches can stand up to Bobcat

Filled with pride, the girl seemed to glow.

"No matter if it doesn't. I can fix it again." she piped up.

She hadn't even really heard the snickering going on. She was too focused on Bee and Freddy. But when the girl took the scarf out of her hair and began tying it around Vicki's neck, she grinned from ear to ear.

Happy, Freddy? Now she's got some cool threads

Vicki tried to look down at the scarf at her neck, touching it and getting a look at herself in the reflection of the glasses on the bar.

C'mon, Vick. Take a load off and have a shake with me. On Peter.

Feeling like a kid on Christmas, Vicki giggled and slipped her bag off her shoulders, tossing it nonchalantly against the bar and beneath the stool she quickly leaped onto. Looking up at Sam, she nodded to Bee's shake.

"I'll have what she's having, please."

NOTES: hope this is okay! | WORDS: enough | OUTFIT: top left one!

[Freddy Bosko]

he's a real nowhere man ,

"No! It's Soul Sister business." Vicki retorted with a strong-hearted quip and Fred couldn’t help but raise a brow. New girls rarely spoke to him like that. Not that he minded that much, of course. As long as she didn’t get too big for her boots.

There was something about Vicki that Freddy admired. He had seen many girls try to join the nuns only to leave with their tails between their legs. It was tough, there was no denying that. Fred had seen Bee and the other Nuns tear many girls limb from limb. But there was something about Vicki. She was so full of a youthful excitement, an eagerness to please and be accepted. There was something about her which made Freddy wonder what she’d been through and part of him thought it must have been a lot. So, he liked to give her hope, keep her passion burning. That’s why he’d feed her compliments every once in a while. He wondered how long she’d last amidst the gang but he hoped it wouldn’t be too short-lived.

"That was Soul Sister business, you ass," Bee socked him playfully, and he let out a childish giggle as he flinched. It was always fun to wind her up. He smirked to himself in thought as he puffed on his cigarette, leaning against the bar once more with the small of his back and elbows resting on it . Surely ‘Soul Sister Business’ pales in comparison to ‘Sons of Saints Business’. Yet Bee was always sticking her nose in both. He didn’t say anything in reply, however, and would let Bee have her pride for now. He wasn’t terribly argumentative and knew how Bee would take it if he said anything, even jokingly.

Distracted a moment, Freddy began watching the other sons of saints that still sat around the table, in the booth. They seemed to be playing cards, all with their shakes and cigarettes. Bobcat, who sat infront of Fred with his back to him, had a fairly awful hand but he was good at lying and would bluff his way through it. Fred managed to catch the eye of another boy on the table, and through the use of hand signals, revealed all of Bob’s hand to him. This could be fun.

"Happy, Freddy? Now she's got some cool threads." His gaze returned to the nuns beside him and he looked to Vicki. He let out a chuckle. “Damn, you look good, Vicks.” He smiled to her. “Now you jus’ need a jacket.” He took one last drag of his cigarette and stubbed in out in an ashtray which sat on the bar.

His attention quickly returned to the card game, they were dealing another round and BobCat had an unmissable look of disappointment plastered on his face. "Take a load off and have a shake with me. On Peter." He heard his bestfriend’s name and turned to look at Bee, who was looking very smugly at him. He rolled his eyes. The endless feud between Bee and Peter was very boring. “What’s the deal with you two now? Pete get bored of bein’ choked to death on your short leash?” If there was one thing his bestfriend did that Fred didn’t agree with, it was take too much shit from Bee.

He took a peep at the card game again, Bobby’s hand was just as bad as last time but he wouldn’t fold if his life depended on it. Once more, through a series of hand gestures, all the while trying to compose himself and stop himself laughing, he told the other boys what his hand was.

Subtly, he took a brief look across The Can in search of any other familiar faces- and one person in particular. But they weren’t here. Casually, he turned to Bee and asked her “Ya seen Evelyn?”

notes: i am so sorry for the massive wait! i hope this is ok your replies are so good TAGGED: Vicki Reyes Bee Poplawski

 

[Bee Poplawski]

Bee was sure Vicki would eat her words if she saw her actual stitching. Teaching Bee how to be good with a needle and thread had never been on her mother's 'to-do list' per se. The assembly line and six kids zapped the energy by the time Patricia had any spare time. Despite her young age, her mother looked much older than a number of the other women, all her youth drained from work and exhaustion.

Needlepoint seemed useless, a way dumb girls spent their free time when they had some to spare. Unfortunately, Bee had little patience for it. She wanted something different from herself, apart from her parents and what the Sons of Saints expected from her her as a girl. She was no lady and didn't make any effort to hide that fact.

Not that she thought Vicki was a dumb girl. It was nice having someone around to give the mending to. Bee was too proud to admit she didn't know the first thing about it; Vicki made the perfect scapegoat.

When she tied her scarf around the kid's neck, the girl like she'd just passed on the Miss America title. But Bee was thankful for her continued help. She could always steal a new scarf if she needed to.

As they took to the counter and Vickie placed her order with Sam (getting Bee's shake with extra whip, a fine choice), Freddy decided to ask after Peter. Bee kept her chin lifted proudly.

"I broke up with him," she told Peter's best friend. "I was getting bored and he wasn't treating our baby good enough." She glanced back at the rocket in the parking lot. She wasn't going to let him get his hands on it again. Taking a sip of the shake, she put Peter's dollar on the counter. It could afford them all a second shake if they wanted. If not, she was all too happy to spend her ex-boyfriend's money.

Before she could make some snide comment to Vicki about Peter or Freddy, Evelyn's name slipped into the conversation and Bee's expression soured. Friendly as she was with their high-class recruit, it annoyed her that Freddy was asking about her. She knew his reputation. Every Sister did.

"Probably hobnobbing with her fancy friends," Bee bemoaned with a wink to Vicki. Honestly, she didn't need to pick up the pieces of another one of Freddy's larks. "Why? What's the deal with you and Bunny?" Bee knew the answer, a sly smirk on her lips. The other woman had been staring daggers at the trio since they sat down.

She leaned over to Vicki and whispered just loud enough for Freddy to hear, "Rule Number One of being a Soul Sister: Don't let Freddy take you for a 'drive'."

Most of the girls knew that. But Vicki wasn't in the gang yet. Bee didn't want her to get desperate or anything.

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[Vicki Reyes and Freddy Bosko I'm so excited! ]

[Vicki Reyes]

don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not - he's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got

This place felt like more of a home than the house she lived in.

Or, well...that it could be a home. Her home. Amongst people with like minds. Restless teens who wanted more than the life their parents had to offer - or the path laid out for them by the authorities. They didn't quite fit the mold. They were misfits - just like her. But here there was a sense of family. Vicki looked around and saw some of the Sons playfully wrestling. The Nuns were gathered in groups smoking or laughing. Vicki felt excited by this.

There were no parents here. No aunts to beat her or brothers to leave her. This was the family she had chosen. She could only hope and pray that they would choose her too. It was why she stood up to Freddy and gave him a bit of a grinding, but not too much. It was to show him that she was tough enough. She may be the smallest and one of the youngest - but she had the fire in her belly and she would be an asset to the group.

Vicki liked Freddy though. He was a good guy. Even though he fooled around and whatever - he'd always been good to her. And not because he wanted anything out of her. As much as she hassled him, she was very fond of him. And if push came to shove, she'd stick by Freddy. If there was any kind of trouble in his life - she'd step in and do whatever she could. Because part of her knew, or perhaps just hoped, that he would do the same for her. Sometimes he reminded her of her brothers, Liam and Shane. That was when he was being cheeky and playing jokes on her.

She liked that about him.

And then there was Bee. Vicki would fight for Bee. She'd go to war for her - fight and die for her if need be. Not just because she idolised her - but because Bee didn't abuse that. She treated Vicki with respect. Even when she got her to do the shitty Nun jobs she didn't want to do - she did it respectfully. It was giving Vicki an opportunity to prove herself to everybody - to herself. And Bee protected her. In her own way, she was keeping Vicki out of trouble. She was always with her when she was around the other greasers, and that in itself gave Vicki a bit of protection against anyone who might disagree with her heritage or her intentions. Bee was securing her a place - and Vicki was very aware of that.

That's why she seemed to inflate like a balloon filled with helium when Bee tied the scarf around her neck. Did she look the part now?

Damn, you look good, Vicks.

The Irish girl beamed from ear to ear, threatening to explode at any second she was that excited. Her toes curled and uncurled in her leather school shoes and she seemed to almost wriggle on the spot - basking in the approval of both of her friends.

Now you jus' need a jacket

"I already got one!" she blurted out excitedly. "'t was ma brot'er's. But I can' wear it ta school or dey send me 'ome." she clarified, brushing her hair away from the scarf so it was able to take the spotlight in her outfit.

But that was when her shake arrived. And she turned on her heel quickly to jump on the stool and tuck into the delicious shake. Vicki had a real sweet tooth. And Trinity was a terrible cook. Everything was overcooked or drowning in gravy - and Vicki hated gravy. It wasn't often she got to have a milkshake like this. It was exciting - and delicious. While Bee and Freddy talked about Peter, Vicki was busy tucking into her shake.

Ya seen Evelyn?

Vicki scoffed into her shake, turning around to shoot Freddy one of her cheeky grins. What was he talking about? Evelyn wouldn't go for a guy like him. She was too smart for that - surely she knew what he was like. Besides, she was real pretty. And Freddy, well, he was okay. But she wasn't entirely sure he was Evelyn's type.

"Pretty sure she said she don' like curly fries." she teased, playfully flicking some of the condensation from the cold milkshake glass at Freddy's hair. She knew better than to touch it or mess it up when it was greased back. But she couldn't resist a little jab.


Probably hobnobbing with her fancy friends

The Irish girl smiled a little unsurely when Bee winked at her. She liked Evelyn. And she felt a little uncomfortable when Bee teased her when she wasn't around. But she wasn't about to say anything. Bee was just kidding, after all. She didn't mean anything by it.

Why? What's the deal with you and Bunny?

Curious, Vicki followed Bee's gaze to the angry girl - who was glaring right at Vicki. Probably because she'd been teasing Freddy. The girl frowned at Bunny, not about to cower from Bunny's petty looks. But when Bunny only kept glaring at her, Vicki rolled her eyes and turned back - preferring to focus on her milkshake. What was that chick's problem anyway?

Rule Number One of being a Soul Sister: Don't let Freddy take you for a drive

Vicki had been focused on getting every last drop of her milkshake out of that glass. She'd downed the whole thing, but still poured the glass upside down leaning her head back to get every last drop. The last bit of cream landed on her top lip, but she hastily put the glass down now that it was empty. Tilting her head a little, she looked at Bee with genuine confusion as she tried to lick the last of the cream from her upper lip.

"...Why? 's he a bad driver?" she wasn't sure what Bee meant by that. Perhaps it showed how naive Vicki was in some things. Her only boyfriend had been Chip. The only boy she'd ever been even remotely interested in was Chip. She knew nothing about the art of flirtation or seduction or any of that. All she'd ever known or wanted was Chip. And he'd left her alone to find her way.

NOTES: hope this is okay! | WORDS: enough | OUTFIT: top left one!