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Post by LARK MARIE HARPER on Nov 26, 2012 13:02:55 GMT -5
"Well, all of my work has been under the table," Lark replied, rubbing her fingers together as though she were flashing money. "But I guess it's still professional work, yeah? I have good references." She talked as though this were actually true, as though she had had experience in kicking ass. What sort of a resume would that be? Walk into Tim Horton's or some other establishment and your references were a bunch of shady names who said that you were "muscle for hire" or something creepy like that. Getting a job could be difficult at that point. "I better be getting extra benefits, bro. They usually do those after ninety days." She pointed this out with a finger in the air, smiling. That's how most businesses worked, right? Or was she mistaken? Oh well, either way she better be getting the added benefits if she has to put herself in the line of fire.
Some people might have thought fried bread was extremely unhealthy and had the capability to cut your life expectancy by five years...okay, well, that could be more fact than opinion, but still Lark now wanted donuts. Sweets were a major weakness for her and despite their long term effects she was willing to sacrifice a little to enjoy Krispy Kreme. Or any baked good, really. "Yes, yes it is," She nodded fervently, her mind full of all the food stuffs she wanted to eat. At this rate she would weigh three-hundred pounds before the end of the year. Every thing she did with friends ended in food or they at least talked about food. She tapped her chin. "Maybe, but it's wings so I dunno if I'll ever grow tired of 'em." Hawaiian cuisine was certainly her eats of choice but wings were delicious and undeniably one of her favorite non-island meals. Well, underneath hamburgers.
She opened her hands out to him as though she were offering him gallons of ice cream. "You enjoy that ice cream, brah," She said, dropping her hands. "Enjoy a little for me while you're at it." The flavors were alright but she did not like how cold it was. The chill seemed to take away from the flavors because after a while it numbed your tongue. Not to mention brain freeze was almost inevitable. Lark hated that feeling and decided that there were other desserts she could dig into without feeling like she was freezing from the inside out. She smiled, looking hopeful, then it faded into a scowl. "Better watch yourself, Baek. You're treading in dangerous waters." She looked serious, sounded serious, and even after a minute her expression didn't change, but it was far from a legitimate threat. Their conversations really were ridiculous and she could not think back to a time when they actually sat down and had a serious back and forth over real topics without trying to make some stupid joke or trolling. Lark tried to nod in agreement but with the hairdresser had quite the grip. Instead she sighed to herself and said, "I agree." That was the one downfall of being unable to express yourself with a nod or a facial expression.
All it took was Pacey flipping his hair and quoting the Maybelline commercial to break Lark down into a fit of laughter. Oh my god. She simply couldn't with this guy. His sense of humor was perfect and loved that he could be so out there and not care what other people thought. It was a beautiful thing. She allowed herself a moment of composure before shaking her head in Pacey's direction, a few huffs of laughter still making its way past her lips. "That was hilarious, holy shit." Her sides were hurting from laughing so hard. "But I totally agree. Mirrors beg for us to grace them with our faces." She rubbed the side of her face dramatically and made a kissy face before falling out of character. The Maybelline moment somewhat broke Lark's ability to stay serious for long because she could not unsee the hairflip. She groaned. "Paaaace," Her feet were dragging. "Stop talking food! Let's just get somewhere and stuff our faces, ASAP. Then we can talk about food afterwards." Again, because conversations always had more flavor when discussing deliciousness. No pun intended. Fortunately by the time she was officially starving they were already on their way to this little place Pacey suggested, her stomach crying for sustenance as loud as it possibly could. She nodded at his directions and took the left. Today was a pretty good day, she thought. New hair color, food, and good times with a friend.
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