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done and done. meet me in town?

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Of course.

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[log or action tho]

>action

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[Seeing as Freddie doesn't actually know what shop Jem got her white dress from (or entirely remember what dress that is) the assigned meeting place is somewhere more familiar to both of them. Freddie's standing outside dipping the last of a small bag of fries into chinese sauce when he spots Jem through the afternoon shoppers and raises a hand.]

Decided not to stay off carbs for the fitting.

chips and curry sauce before 10pm rly freddie

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[She shakes her head on arrival; she can smell the curry sauce and if her stomach does a pathetic twist of envious hunger, she ain't saying so. She knows better; carbs after dress shopping. Or something. ]

Don't blame me if your dress is too big on the night.

[Which, actually: ] Why a dress, by the way?

he do what he wants

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[Right, Jem, Right. He offers the remains of the bag out anyway - salty and delicious?]

I'll buy one with room to grow. And it's a masquerade. [Doesn't that make it obvious? No?] My face is too nice to hide. I'm going to have to disguise the rest of me.

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[Jem snorts and absolutely takes the bag to finish them off. ] Very modest . Ta.

[She nods her head, starts to walk and expects him to follow.] So are you doing Marylin or Audrey Hepburn fancy here?

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Can't help the truth, Jememy.

[It isn't easy being beautiful. He doesn't follow, but catches up and rests an arm round her shoulder as they walk.]

Blondes have more fun. I was thinking a black dress, fur coat no knickers sort of thing. So how've you been?

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Yeah, alright. Got in a massive fight with my brothers boyfriend, got a boyfriend, sort of. Oh - I have a cat now.

[sweet beautiful angel kitten. ]

How've you been? And are you sure you want to go with no knickers? Might get a draft.

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Heard about the brother, took him home the other night. Didn't hear about the boyfriend though. Yours, I mean.

[Doesn't care about the cat? Sorry, Jem.]

So who is he? And don't worry, I can handle a stiff breeze.

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[She grimaces. ] Was he in a bit of a state?

[she bets that he was. ] I didn't even mean to text Kieren about it. Christ.

[idly distracted, she deflates a little. boyfriendo is gonna have to wait; too busy worrying about big bro.]

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Even before I bought him quite a lot of shots. [Freddie darts a glance across at her, then shrugs.] Actually, he was better after.

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[A beat, then she snorts. ] Family tradition, getting hammered when we're upset.

[Or maybe just a sibling tradition. She gives Freddie a side long glance. ] You take good care of him?

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[For a moment his face can't quite settle on an expression, before he apparently decides on innocently blank. Too bad any attempt at innocence on Freddie's face is a dead giveaway.]

We were certainly careful.

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Freddie! [She's scandalized; so scandalized that she thwaps him right in the side with her elbow. Very gently; not hard at all. At least she's lifted out of dejected right into playful. ] Don't tell me anything else. I saw him with a hickie once, it was enough for the imagination.

[she's going to have a meltdown the day she sees those dick pics. ANOTHER BEAT.] You can tell me about Raven Reyes though.

[Sly, sly, sly. ] And then I'll tell you about my probably-boyfriend. [so many pauses for dramatic effect. ] And some other stuff.

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It cheered him up, that's all I'm saying.

[And perhaps caused a touch of guilt, but Freddie's all about the moment. Besides, it's not everyone he takes home and listens to their boyfriend woes, that has to be worth a little fun in trade. Both eyebrows arch when she mentions Raven though. That was a little while ago.]

Maybe you should tell me what Raven Reyes has been telling you. I feel violated, which, honestly I usually enjoy. [He grins.] Other stuff?

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We were having a nice chin wag about stuff. You were cited as 'alright.'

[Actually, that's a bit of a fib. ] She's not into gossiping at all, so your sordid secrets are safe.

[she is into making out though, which is probably better than gossip. ]

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Hmm. [He narrows his lips in mock irritation.] I do remember her shouting Oh, Freddie, you're SO all right a few times.

[But it's no good, that thin line twitches up into a grin.]

You could find out, if the boyfriend would let you. Actually - who is he - maybe he could come too.

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You sure it wasn't a bit like 'eehhhh'?

[She's joking; also grinning. Until she makes a face, her cheeks going a bit red. ] I think I've filled my quota on threesomes actually, with the boyfriend.

[Inside, she is the monkey holding it's face emoji. ] Petre. I'm seeing Petre.

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More like mmmmm. [There's an expression to accompany that which-] ..Don't ever tell her I showed you her sex face.

[Though, all that's a secondary concern to his eyebrows lifting skywards with that threesomes comment and then. Oh.

Well, he'll just take a breath, close his mouth and look straight ahead, then.]

Oh. Right. I know Petre. [COUGH] Was that the shop?

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I won't, because I know for certain she'll murder you. And honestly, I quite like you.

[Awful, though. She makes a face; like she's dying to laugh and like understands the oh, Petre reaction really well. ] Did he offend you?

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[He'd be smug about being quite liked but, sorry, too busy making an incredulous face.]

No one offends me.

[Lies and untruths, but Petre hasn't yet. Possibly because they've only ever spoken briefly before fucking.]

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Don't talk to soon; I haven't seen you in a dress yet.

[She considers him for a moment; thinks about pressing the subject and then decides not to. She spares a glance to what they're passing, and then:] Speaking of, here we are.

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No need for jealousy, Jememy, I'm sure your legs are nearly as good.

[The door rings when Freddie pushes it open and he lifts his arm to hold it for her. This isn't a flouncy prom dress parlour, it's definitely more along the brooding and sexy line of design.

And he would drop the Petre thing, honestly, but.]

You do know he's a demon.

[Not judging, just checking.]

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They're a bit pasty, honestly.

[In she goes; it's a far cry for her usual haunts. Far less grunge and more slinky, for a start. But she hesitates, just for a moment as she steps in and there's a quick, brief look on her face. The demon thing is a thing that she's been okay with up until the black out.

It passes quick. ] You worried about me? [And then:] Yeah, I know.