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ᴅᴀᴠɪɴᴀ ʀᴏsᴇʟʏɴ ǫᴜɪɪɴɴ abruptly opens her brown eyes at the sudden feel of a hand on her bare shoulder. The girl was up all night and morning to read the book she's been overly obsessing about for the past two to three months - she's re-reading it.
Emily Thornton sighs at the sight of her friend. Enlightened that the small girl whom was reading her book - didn't even try to fix her messed up sleeping schedule, "how many times are you going to read this? It's lame, Dev."
Davina Quinn and Emily Thornton. The two girls have been friends ever since they knew how to walk and talk as babies, butt-ass-naked running all over Figure Eight.
"You do know it's your moms birthday dinner, right?"
Alongside Emily is, Nathan Reaken. The trio became best friends during their freshman year in high school. Nathan was the type of guy that slumped around in the courtyard with a joint in his hand, he didn't graduate but became a dropout - also he was the main reason why the two girls got to experience marijuana.
Davina groans, letting her head fall backwards onto the arrangements of pillows, "that's today?" Emily straddles her lap, flicking her forehead, and give her a smile, "just wear something hot, all the guys here already fancy you - maybe you can have one of them buy us drinks?"
"You want me to practically sell my body so that you can get liquor?"
"So that we can get liquor."
"You're so annoying," Davina jolted her friend off of her, accepting Nathan's extended hand from beside the bed, Emily grins, "seriously though babe, wear something hot."
"Why?"
"Because I want alcohol? we just talked about this."
"Anyway!" Nathan's quick on his feet, knowing the girls will start bickering at each other playfully and he doesn't want to stick around for it, "start getting dressed, it's well past five and dinner start's at seven, we'll be there too so don't even worry about all the kooks that you hate."
Davina drew her lower lip between her teeth as she roams her closet full of clothes, "I don't hate anyone, I just don't like them. They're pushy people and can't seem to understand the word, no."
At the age of twelve, Davina started to understand everyone who live at Figure Eight - snobby, rich, ungrateful, narcissistic's, asshole's whom think the world revolves around them - and, down at the Cut, pogues are also no better either.
"Hey! I'll have you know my not-so-committed-fling boyfriend of mine is actually nice."
Nathan and Davina both look at Emily whom is looking at them with a smile on her face, "honey, he literally yells at you about the littlest things, how is that nice?"
