"Rachel! You'll never guess the dream I had last night." I said staring at my phone while my friend messed about with things on my dresser.
"What? Let me guess you had a dream about a certain, in your mothers words, sex pot on wheels?" Rachel said smiling before she grabbed a sharpie from the cup on my dresser and plopped onto the bed as she began drawing little doodles and words onto her wrists and arm.
"No, not at all. My mothers sex pot is Conan O'brien remember?" I laughed before rolling onto my back.
"I had a dream about Comic Con."
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We had just gotten off the plane at San Diego and were well on our way out of the airport after grabbing our bags. Our parents had called ahead and set us up with a hotel with two queen size beds, and decent view. Rachel's mother had called ahead and set it up with a friend that Rachel would be allowed to borrow her car, and that she'd pick us up at the airport. Just as promised she was waiting for us, we both smiled, introducing ourselves, before giving a quick kiss, and climbing in the car. Rachel got in the driver's side while I took the back and her mothers friend sat shotgun.
When we dropped her off, she gave us directions to our hotel, and we followed them perfectly to our hotel. Rachel parked as close as she could to the entrance, with out physically parking inside the lobby of the hotel. When we got out we grabbed our bags, and headed to the front desk to check in. He gave me two keycards, and I handed one to rachel before we headed to the elevator. We were on the second floor room five.
I used my key to open the door, and Rachel ran to the bed closest to the window and threw herself on it, leaving her bags in the doorway. I smiled rolling my eyes before I drug her bags to her bed and set mine up next to my own bed. I walked over to the window and pulled open the curtain. The sun lit up the room, I sighed before turning around and facing Rachel.
"It's time we get ready. It's six in the morning, and if we want to be there by nine we need to hurry, since your costume isn't the easiest to assemble." Rachel gave me a wicked grin and I knew she fit the female Loki perfectly.
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After half an hour in the shower, another hour and a half, to assemble her outfit, and another half an hour to do her hair perfectly, it left me with only a half hour to get myself together. I, of course wasn't wearing a costume, so it only took me twenty minutes to get dressed and showered before I dryed my hair and made myself look cute. I looked myself over once more before I left the bathroom, and helped Rachel apply her own makeup, before I grabbed my messenger bag and phone, and we left.
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After entering comic con, we couldn't stop but stare at everyone and how amazing their costumes were. There was everyone from Marvel Avengers to Doctor Who. After a minute of taking it all in, we started walking around to get a feel for where everything was. Rachel eventually wandered off on her own to enter a few costume contests. I being the anti-social butterfly I was found my way to an exit, and what I thought would be a quiet place to smoke.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a cig and lighter. I lit my cig and started to smoke, only when I heard light laughing and a bit of chuckling did I bother to turn my head to see two people I didn't expect to find outside.
"Hey, aren't you a little young to be smoking?" My jaw dropped slightly as I realized they new I was there. I closed my mouth trying to regain my composure.
"Aren't you both two attractive to be talking to me?" I said taking a drag from my cigerette. I heard laughing and looked back to find Dylan laughing and Tyler just shaking his head. Over the loud speaker, I could hear My friend Rachel's name being announced as the winner (Haven't been to a comic con, but hoping to go soon, to pardon me if it isn't exact). Over joyed I balled my hands into fists and through them above my head exstatic about Rachel winning. It took all to long for me to realize that I had just crushed my lit cigerette in my hand, before I started yelling.
"Holy fuck! God dammit that hurts!" I yelled as I unclenched my fist and dropped the rest of the cigerette to the ground. I heard foot steps walking over to me before I saw Dylan grabbing at my hand checking if it was okay, which it clearly was not. He grabbed my wrist and started leading me to what I could tell was the first aid area (which again, never been there, not sure how it is! Only a dream to go~!). We got to the first aid area and the women there started to clean and wrap my burn seeing as it burnt my palm pretty badly.
"So, I take it that you won't smoke anymore?" I heard Dylan say followed by a chuckle.
"No, this was just an accident. Why would I stop?" I could almost feel Dylan roll his eyes before he waved his goodbye and left to go do something wolf related. The women finished wrapping my hand and I flexed it a bit to show her that I could still move it, even with it being over wrapped. I smiled before thanking her and leaving. Shortly after I ran into Rachel who was absolutely dying from not only winning, but running into someone she has yet to tell me who.
"Rachel, Who was it that you ran into? I know Benedict Cumberbatch isn't here, and to my knowledge neither is Collin Morgan. So that leaves maybe two more options. You found a Loki to match yours, or you ran into Tyler Posey. Speaking of-" She cut me off with a squeal.
"HE'S SO ATTRACTIVE! AND HE HAS A NICE BOOTY. I mean look at that booty." She winked at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Speaking of Tyler Posey, and the not so mentioned, Dylan O'brien." I held up my hand to grab her full attention." I met them while I was out smoking."
"So why are you bandaged?" I smiled
"Because 'Rachel Stevens' was announced as the winner of the costume contest." She shrunched up her face slightly whispering sorry. " Wasn't your fault really, I got excited! My best friend just won~! Besides, I was able to tell just how large Dylan's hands really are... NOT LIKE THAT YOU TIT!" I said before slapping her on the shoulder, with her just taking it while she laughed. "Shut up, we need to go get some things signed. Fucking tit mongruel..." I mummbled before walking past her.
