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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 14, 2008 22:20:22 GMT -4
The buses were always late; never running on time, and on the days they weren't late, they were ridiculously early, leaving Ophelia chasing them down waving her arms wildly. She hated the fact that she never knew when to actually catch the bus; so she usually only took the bus with Tatum or Hunter.
Which would bring them to this; the three of them seated in the bus shelter, Tatum seated between Ophelia and Hunter while Ophelia tapped out a rhythm on her knee.
"I think we missed the bus. Fuck."
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Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 15, 2008 23:44:38 GMT -4
Without looking up from her book, Tatum shook her head, turning the page. "We always miss the bus. Or the bus misses us. One of the two, usually," she replied softly, finally lifting her head as she folded over the page over to mark her place, brown eyes moving up to meet with Ophelia's blue ones, as she gave the other girl a sympathetic smile. "There'll be another one, right? No big deal. At least it's not raining.. or snowing, or anything. I'd rather it be sunny, if we're going to be stuck out here for a long time."
"Still cold though," Hunter chimed in, without missing out on a chance to complain. Ever since losing her license, and being forced to ride the city bus with her friends, she had been doing that a lot more. It wasn't her fault that driving with an open container of alcohol was considered illegal, right? Needless to say, the band had been pretty pissed at the blonde, but they were mostly over it now. She was supposed to get it back in a few weeks after Halloween, at least. But it had made going to gigs a bit more difficult, and had left her van collecting dust.
"I haven't ridden the bus since like, high school. I feel like I went back in time, I fucking hate this shit. I know your dad is anal about your car, Red. But Ophelia, I want your excuse!" the tall girl exclaimed, leaning around Tatum in order to point and accusatory finger at Ophi. "Where is your tiny taxi these days?"
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 16, 2008 0:04:16 GMT -4
Ophelia gave Hunter a pained look at the question. "Don't talk about the Yugo. She's in the shop. Someone backed into her at the cafe yesterday." It was painful to say; that car was like a child to her.
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Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 16, 2008 0:20:07 GMT -4
Settling her book into her lap, Tatum gave another sympathetic smile, leaning over a bit to rest her head against Ophelia's shoulder. She knew how much the car meant to the other girl, and even though she had listened to nothing but whining since the 'accident', she still managed to feel bad for her.
Hunter couldn't help but grin, eyebrow raising slowly as she did so. "Seriously? You trashed it? That is awful, goddamn. Learn to drive," she replied casually, before leaning back onto her seat, reaching into the jacket she was wearing, before producing a small silver flask, unscrewing the top. "We should sing. I think we ought to sing. I bet you've got a song in mind, don't you?"
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 16, 2008 0:28:46 GMT -4
Ophelia gave Hunter an offended look, reaching over to punch her in the arm. "it wasn't me, dipshit. It was some kid. And I always have a song or two in mind."
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Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 16, 2008 0:52:36 GMT -4
"Hey, dude! The liquor, watch it!" Hunter said quickly, almost slopping her drink down the front of herself as Ophelia punched her in the arm. She gave a mock pout as she turned to look at her friend, brows furrowed. "I am not sharing, if you don't sing me a song about it."
Really, Tatum knew she should have expected this. Any day with Ophelia equated to odes of some sort, and any day with Hunter equated to the blonde ending up half clocked before noon. How putting the two together in order to go to the mall, had seemed like a wise idea? She wasn't sure. Sighing, she returned to her book, unfolding the page.
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 16, 2008 10:39:04 GMT -4
Ophelia thought a moment, then grinned. From her large bag she pulled out a mini ukulele, strumming a few times before beginning, making the words up as she went.
"This is an ode about Hunter's booze. Woah woah. She sneaks it in everywhere. She likes to hide it in coke bottles. She often winds up with it in her hair."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 16, 2008 23:05:31 GMT -4
Hunter seemed pleased with this, grinning widely and lifting her drink up into the air, in a mock toast. "This is an ode to Tatum. She holds Hunter's hair, when she throws up, in the ice cream freezer at the grocery store. Woah, woah, she holds her hair."
The red head looked up from her book, just for a moment; only long enough to scowl at them, before lowering her eyes again. The bus couldn't move any slower, she was sure of it.
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 16, 2008 23:16:17 GMT -4
The strumming picked up pace, and Ophelia smirked. "This is an ode, and ode to my favorite girl. She doesn't like when we go on our clubbing tours. Hunter's booze often winds up in the trash, 'fore she can get totally trashed. If she wasn't a booze hound we'd have more cash, wooooah woah woah woah.
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 16, 2008 23:29:51 GMT -4
Laughing loudly, Hunter clapped her hands, as she leaned closer to Tatum, giving her a gentle nudge with her elbow. "C'mon red, join in. I know you've got a song in you somewhere?" she suggested, only getting another scowl and a simple reply from the younger girl.
"You guys have fun with that."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 16, 2008 23:51:28 GMT -4
Ophelia pouted. 'Come on, Tat, it's no fun if you don't join in. Don't make me regale the world with the ode to my girlfriends left nipple..."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 17, 2008 0:10:50 GMT -4
Tatum's cheeks immediately turned a shade fit to match her hair, as she closed over her book with haste, snapping her head up to look at Ophelia with a horrified expression. "Y-You wouldn't! I told you never to sing that again!"
Beside them, Hunter cocked an eyebrow. "Wait, girlfriend's left what? I don't think I heard that one. You wrote a song about her boobs?" she asked, tilting her head a bit, as she lifted her drink and took a long swig. "That is so bomb."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 17, 2008 0:16:12 GMT -4
ophelia hummed the tune, strumming it on her ukulele as she smirked. "This is an ode, an ode to my girlfriends left nipple. This ode is in song, it's really quite simple..."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 17, 2008 0:23:13 GMT -4
Hunter listened intently, a solemn expression on her face, as she took in the music. It was all very serious business, of course, when Ophelia wrote crude songs. She needed to store them away, mentally, to use on Sarah at a later date.
"Don't! Oh my god, that song is awful!" Tatum practically squealed, giving Ophi a light shove, at least trying to throw off her strumming. "I'll be good, just don't sing it!"
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 17, 2008 0:25:08 GMT -4
ophelia grinned. "Promise to sing along?" she asked, fingers picking a different tune.
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