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Old 02-07-2014, 01:05 AM   #22 (permalink)
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Duncan who? Oh. Jessa slowly chewed and linked the dots. Duncan Fletcher. "Purple--" She almost choked on the apple pastry, but it passed quickly and she managed a smirk, "Oh my. Looks like we're going to clash today." She pushed a large chunk of that dumpling into her mouth and started chewing it slowly. Her lips were about to burst open, and in that moment, there was nothing nice about how she looked. But it was a symbolic and very fitting gesture after promising to crush your opponent, she was not going to skip it.

Was this flirting going on between those two? Her mind was too busy chewing and swallowing and oh Merlin, she was not going to do it again. "I'm in the Red Re'ems team over there. Because I'm unique, golden and tough." The dragons suited Fletcher oh-so-well, but she wasn't going to fraternizing with the enemy until the medal was around her neck.

Jessa was used to Cassie stealing taking bits from her food, so this went without a real reaction. "This one, here, is too much of a diva to participate with us, commoners." Jessa batted her eyelashes at her friend, playfully. "Isn't that right?" Yes. She was bitter they weren't bowling together. Also, also, also, "Why didn't I get offered a pom pom?" Simple question. The apple dumpling went behind Jessa's back. Hiding for now.
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Cassie listened as Jessa rationalized her shorts wearing in winter. She had learned to just not argue when she made up her mind about something. It was also best to not question it either, if you valued your mental heath. Did she need to add that the season and weather was the best part of fashion, being able to change your style with the season. She absolutely loved this idea! But not Jessa noooo...

She let out a quiet snort.

"And I'm team, on the fence." Cassie chimmed in proudly. "Which means my hair will still be very fly by the end of this tournament, while you two sweat.

"Why thank you, I know." She winked at him and grinned. "I'm going to be both your cheerleaders." She looked between him and Jessa. "If I don't cheer for her I'll get looks and stuff..." She chuckled at her best friend's statement and nodded. "Yep that's right and this royal highness needs to get herself some pom poms." She frowned when she leaned to get another bite and found that the treat was gone. Jessa got a grudgeful glare. "This is why you don't get pom poms."


Oh they were going to clash, were they? Fletcher raised a flirty eyebrow and waited for Jessa to explain. But no, she seemed content to munch on that apple fritter thing. So he picked up some food too, while the girls were talking. A quesadilla here, some... prosciutto thing there. Mmm. Smelled good.

"Red Re'ems." Fletcher made a soft tsking sound as he popped a meatball in his mouth. "You're golden alright," he said after swallowing, "but you're also GOLDING dowwwwn." Geddit? He could be punny.

Grinning at his joke, Fletcher watched the roommates go back and forth. "Yeah, I picked up on the diva thing the first time we met." Just look at her, talking about hair being sweaty and whatever. Fletcher rolled his eyes with a smile. "You can use meatballs for my pom-poms," Fletcher suggested, "and toss one in my mouth every time I get a strike." Now that would be motivating.
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