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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.

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[He folds his arms, watching her for a long minute.]

I'm not worried if you're not. Kind of hypocritical if I was. Besides, who says demons can't be just dreamy. [And he'll leave it there if she wants to - if she doesn't, the topic's not closed just because he's picking up a dress and holding it out to her.]

Pale and interesting. You should go black.

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I always go black. [It's the predominating colour of her wardrobe. She takes it though, with one hand and holds it up against herself. ] He's not exactly dreamy, is he?

[Flawless in appearance, but not flawless at all. She turns, looking for a mirror of some sort. ] I'm not worried, really.

[No mirror, but - she spies a red dress and plucks it from the rack, handing it over to him. ] Try this.

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[No, perhaps dreamy isn't the word. Freddie's mouth quirks into a moue.]

He's alright. [He takes the dress, spreading it out against himself. He can already see that it's not quite right, the skirt's a little too long, too full, but no harm in trying it.] He must be. You like him, and I quite like you.

[There are dressing rooms just across the way, there will be a decent mirror there, surely, so Freddie heads over, beckoning.]

How serious is it? I mean, with the threesomes, I take it it's an open engagement.

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[She follows with a shrug. ] I don't think he can do the only seeing one person thing and I'm monumentally fucked up about relationships, so we're tentatively open.

[She doesn't look particularly worried; she hasn't been jealous so far, so. Stepping into a fitting room, she tugs the curtain closed and then, calls out: ]

But I think it's mostly serious, with the feelings and stuff. I dunno, I'm not exactly the most romantic person.