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cyruskovac:
Cyrus had been out of the gym a fair bit lately. Since the order was given for Wardens to take to the streets and keep an eye on what was going on out there, he had naturally been pulled away from his clients. The other coaches had of course stepped in to fill the void, and Cyrus took his role within the pack seriously. He had been patrolling out in the town center, where most of the attacks so far had taken place. Everything had seemed quiet though, and he had met Parker along the way to hear that everything was quiet in the sector she was looking after too. Eventually, the clock struck 10pm, and the twins were off the hook for another day.
He returned to the gym, there was still another hour that it was open for so he figured he’d head in to help with that late slot and relieve the coach there. He could lock up. Heading inside he found that it was quiet tonight. Cyrus headed into the office to find the other coach hanging out, and after a brief chat Cyrus told him he could go home.
Hearing the front door click shut, Cyrus sat himself down in his chair and turned to flick over the paperwork for a new set of punching bags. Understandably, Cyrus went through a number of them, and luckily, he had a supplier of his own kind who understood the need for constant replacements and never questioned it. A shadow crossed the door, but Cyrus didn’t look up, “You forget something?” He asked, looking up and expecting to see the coach, but instead he saw a feminine silhouette instead, “Cope? What’re you doing here so late?”
@copelandjxmeswinston
Copeland had found herself in between a lot of things lately. The party had been quite a night for her, and an eye opener at that. One, seeing Declan and finding out he had stopped drinking- after he refused to put the bottle down for the sake of their relationship -was a memory she had wished she could block. She felt like an idiot for letting herself lose her temper that much. Looking back on it now, she found herself glad that Declan found the help he needed. The other thing from that night that stuck with her was the dare to kiss Cyrus.
Cyrus had been a constant in Copeland’s life for as long as she could remember, and after her breakup with Declan his presence only got stronger. Their nights together were strictly casual, movie nights or little dinners, nothing to overtly cause them to be more than friends. But the kiss just stuck with her. Though, fortunately for her, she did what most women would do and just pushed it to the back of her head. She went to school, she went to work, and occasionally, on nights like this one, she would swing by Spartan.
The place was empty when she walked in, the only person she could sense was someone in the back office and she could only assume that was Cyrus. As she approached the door, she caught his eye, her lips turning into a soft smile as their eyes met. “Oh you know, bothering you. As usual.” She joked as she leaned against the door frame. “I was on my way back from a night class and thought I would say hello.” Her arms crossed over her torso as she leaned to the side. “Thought maybe we could do some training? Or even grab some food, if you’re not in the mood to train.”
Late Night || Cyrus & Copeland
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Woah WOAH have there been more smooches after that party with McGumpypants?
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Do you still think about Declan?
“Not as much as I used to, but he still crosses my mind from time to time, just like anyone would who might have had a big impact on your life.”
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So how do you feel about Cyrus?
“Cyrus is a good friend, and I’m so happy he’s been there for me recently. As for any feelings beyond that…..well...I’m not entirely sure.”
plus he’s a pretty good kisser, tbh
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Can I take your picture to prove to all my friends that angels do exist?
“Can we try and come up with a better pick up?”
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Where the hell have you been?
“Work….School…..Avoiding this.”
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Is it creepy when people tell you that your mom is hot?
“No, cause she is. I’m still waiting for it to be passed down to me…”
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Who was the last person to send you a text message?
[sms] The Grumpy Kovac: Emotions are for the weak.
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lyric-winston:
Lyric sat back and admired her daughter for a moment. Their relationship had always been solid. She’d never had a problem with anything Copeland had done, mostly because it hadn’t really been done behind her back. If anyone knew what it was like to need release, it was Lyric. She marveled at her daughter’s ability to pick herself up, and she kicked herself for leaving her to deal with grief on her own. She reached forward and tucked a piece of Cope’s hair behind her ear, an almost matching smile spreading on her features. It finally felt like they were moving forward, but never forgetting the past.
“I haven’t seen Zeph, lately. I ran into him at the party, but I ended up mingling for most of the night, going through and seeing Rae.” Lyric knew very little about what had been going on with Copland and Declan. She knew there were whisperings, which she of course didn’t listen to, but she wasn’t going to bring it up. Copeland would tell Lyric on her own time, and she knew that steadfast.
She tilted her head to the side, her smile staying in place. “That’s so good to hear. Cyrus better not have gotten you into too much trouble,” she teased, knowing that he had a tendency to influence Cope, which was mainly because they had become her family. “Cope…you should have seen this guy at the party who tried to get up and dance. The minute he touched me, I had to remember to push him softly or he would have gone through a wall,” she said, shaking her head. “Party hazards.” Sighing, she settled back into her bed. “I’m sorry I’ve been working so hard lately. We haven’t really had time to spend together. What’s been going on?”
Copeland looked over at her mother. Sometimes it was hard seeing her as a mother figure, especially with how the werewolf gene had brought them to looking only a few years apart at this point- Lyric could easily be Copeland’s sister and no one would think it weird. But with everything that had happened, the accident, losing her father- Copeland had learned how to carry on without her mother regardless. She knew her mother felt bad about that, but Copeland didn’t blame her- it forced the girl to grow up and that was something she needed to do.
Eventually she would tell her mother about Declan, but right now the wound was just too deep. Especially after the party. Copeland had said a lot of things to Declan, things she needed to say but felt weird about either way. She was happy for him, happy that he finally got some help, but she couldn’t help but resent him for not doing it sooner. They could have fixed things had he realized his faults sooner, they could have gotten back to where they were before, but now that trust was gone- and if you asked people at the party, Copeland had moved on to a Kattalakis brother. Which one? Hell she didn’t even know at this point.
Copeland scoffed. “Cyrus getting me in trouble? No. He was the one keeping me from it. He doesn’t have a ‘fun’ gene in his body. Hell, he even called Zeph to pick me up, I think I scared Cyrus off.” She grinned. She knew she needed to go see Cyrus soon, just to check in but also thank him for sticking with her at the party, having him and Zeph there looking out for her made her feel better about it all. “Other than work, and classes starting soon, nothing much really?” She answered her mothers question. “I’m looking forward to classes, the distraction will be nice.”
Recon || Lyric and Cope
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zeph-kattalakis:
For whatever it was worth, there were few people that Zeph would ever make as much of an effort for, especially in the case of something that included the heavy consumption of alcohol. While he wasn’t against it completely, the public binge drinking aspect of it was likely the most unlike Zephyr thing there was. It was merely the fact that it was Copeland, and that his brother had messaged him to begin with. Had there been any other name attached to the text he’d received not all that long ago, he would have thought twice. As it were, he hadn’t had to think twice, and no sooner had he left his own home on the edge of Spiritvale, that she’d slipped through the crowd to meet him. “Did who call me?” They both knew, but he wasn’t about to throw Cyrus under the bus, even if he was metaphorically already there since first calling Zeph about Copelands current state.
What he hated most, was that in the time it took him to spot her, he’d already scoped out the crowd to see if he could spot Declan – a man that he didn’t particularly want near Cope for his inability to treat her as his equal, in each and every way. “Don’t think I could just.. show up on my own accord?” It was as much a joke as Zephyr’s presence at the party might have been, but even he allowed the corner of his lip to turn up slightly at the thought.
He could smell it, the amount of alcohol she’d had. She wasn’t messy by any means, but too intoxicated to be out in public? Probably. “Did you really write yourself off again, Cope?” He asked, a hint of concern reaching the surface of his tone. “Maybe it’s not such a bad thing Cyrus called me.”
It was an odd thing, standing here before him right now. Her night had been a rollercoaster to put it lightly. It began with shots, and then some very strong homemade alcohol. After that it was just downhill from there, albeit with a very nice pitstops along the way. Copeland wasn’t the kind to drink heavily, which explained why she was so far gone as it was. She would never admit it out loud, but her current emotional state wasn’t helping in the least either.
When Zephyr tried protecting Cyrus, her eyes narrowed. “Don’t skirt around it, I know it was him.” She said. “He probably got bored hanging with me all night.” Copeland looked around, eyes constantly scanning for the man she had all but torn apart earlier in the night- Declan. “Can’t say I’ve been the best company.” She admitted as she looked back at him, leaning over to discard her now empty cup in a near by trash can. She knew why Zeph was here, there was no point in getting another drink at this point.
Copeland stepped closer, trying to avoid all the people moving around them. “And you know just as well as I do, that you’d never come here on your own.” She looked up at him, his height making him tower over her as she chewed on the inside of her lip. Cope looked around, the light of the moon hitting the water of the lake in a somewhat calming way. She looked back at him as she spoke. “Lets go for a walk. We both know this-” She motioned around them “-isn’t your scene, and I need to walk some of this off before I get home.” She admitted.
Aftertaste| Zeph & Cope
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bruised-n-bloodied-knuckles:
Declan, for all that had happened between him and Cope, was not mad at her for walking away. He understood why she did it and he accepted it. What he didn’t accept was her making everything out to be about her and his anger sparked when she started her tirade. His reasons for getting sober were his own, though mostly they entailed looking at his own issues reflexed back through someone else’s life. “It wasn’t about you, Copeland,” Declan said defensively. “None of this was about you, it’s never been about you or us. It’s about me. Me. I’m the problem and I have to find my path back.” He still wasn’t there, it was why he wasn’t going into that party.
She didn’t get it. She wanted to think that all of this was about their relationship and how much they loved each other, but that wasn’t the way of it. It was one of the first things family members of addicts had to learn. It was something he was still learning in regards to Amos. Amos wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t blame himself or tell himself that his friendship hadn’t been strong enough. He had done the same thing Copeland was doing. “I’ll find Rayne on my own,” he said flatly.
Did she know deep down that his choice to stop drinking had nothing to do with her? Yes, surely she did. But that didn’t change the fact that she was hurt. He made the choice to stop, yes, and tomorrow when she was sober and calmed down, she would surely be happy for him on that front. But the fact that she had asked him to make that choice mere weeks ago, and he all but laughed in her face.....well it hurt. Of course she would have jumped to the conclusion that something, or someone, had driven him to the point of quitting more than she could. And that hurt.
Cope stood there, just staring at him. The pull to him was still there, still strong- and it would be for while. But the fact remained that he hurt her, and she didn’t think she could ever get over that, not enough to trust him again. “Fine.” She said softly, he’d be able to see the shift in attitude with her. She instantly went from angry girl to the broken one she had worked so hard to hide from the world. She looked back at the shed and then to him, and without another word turned away and walked off. She couldn’t stay near him any longer.
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Party Therapy || Declan and Cope
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lyric-winston:
Lyric gave a big yawn, covering her mouth with her hand. She’d known that going to that party would have meant she probably wouldn’t get much sleep, mostly because she had a dance session early this morning with one of her best students. She was so used to working her ass off that she was perpetually tired and it didn’t seem to bother her in the least. The feeling of working hard was a reward and losing sleep wasn’t a big deal. She always dreamed about Cameron when she slept and sometimes the dreams her horrific. She laughed as Cope spoke and shook her head. She thought but didn’t say how much like her father she was. “Ever the tomboy,” she said with a smile.
Sighing, she sat up a bit on the bed, her elbows propping her up. “Good to know Zeph did his job,” she teased. They both knew how important their relationships were with Zeph and Cyrus. They had taken Cope in when Lyric couldn’t function and even now, when Lyric was checked back in, they still looked out for her and she couldn’t appreciate it more. It wasn’t his job or his responsibility, that’s what made her admire him.
“Well…I left the party a little earlier this morning. I was helping clean things up. Then the dance studio for an hour…and as I was walking to the car, I saw those and thought of you.” She tilted her head to the side. “Did you have fun there, at least? I tried to give you space… It’s good to have you home.”
Copeland felt herself begin to yawn as soon as her mother did, and when she did she simply pulled the pillow she had claimed closer and hid her face in it while she yawned. Cope and her mother had a close relationship- even when it became strained after her father’s death. There was a short amount of time where Cope resented her mother for checking out the way she did, because that made Cope put her life on hold to make sure her mother would be okay. But now, things were getting better, back to normal as much as they could. Cope was even looking into taking classes in town, something she had put on hold when her mother needed her most.
At the mention of Zephyr, Copeland sighed, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah. He’s good like that.” She said. The party was...interesting. If anything she was just glad her mother hadn’t caught wind of her argument with Declan- that was one thing she simply wasn’t ready to talk about. She knew she was harsh to him, and she would be the first to admit that alcohol fueled most of her anger in that moment, but it also felt good to say her part in it. She had been silent for the most part.
“I did have fun. It was nice having a night to let go.” She said as she played with the tag on the edge of the pillow. “I’m glad you had fun too, you deserve that with how hard you’ve been working.”
Recon || Lyric and Cope
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cyruskattalakis:
He splashed some whisky into the cup, followed by the coke after. But at her grin his expression remained firm before he took a gulp and shrugged at her, “No idea. She’s probably adopted.” The first glimmer of humour he’d likely show all night, Cyrus was known to let loose on occasion, but the circumstances had to be perfect and the stars needed to be aligned for it to happen; but he was still capable of making a joke every now and again.
She took his hand, and a look of ‘oh god what now’ swept over his features as he let himself be guided over to a table, where a game of flip cup had been played out by the looks of the drizzle over the table of various leftover drinks and turned over cups. Her question had his eyes narrow at her, it would be a handy way to quickly drink and flee, “Fine. We’ll play. Just the one cup though.” He gave her a pointed look before nodding to her drink and set his own down, “Get that to this level, we’ll do this. Sooner this is over, the sooner I can get outta here.”
Copeland grinned as he agreed to her plan. Sure, if he won, she might have to let him leave- but she’d try her damnedest to get him to stay. It was rare to see Cyrus in a place like this, and after him making one tiny joke, she knew she could get him to lighten up if only for a night. Besides, if all else failed she could get Parker. Cope said she would let him leave, she never agreed that she’d stop Parker from making him stay.
She nodded and drank a bit of her drink, getting it to the same level of his own before setting it down on the table. Cope looked at him from across the table with a grin. “You do realize, that if I win you’ll have to stay all night right? Like, play drinking games and the whole nine?” She chuckled. “Alright. On the count of three....one...two..” she looked at him with a grin, teeth tugging on her bottom lip. “Three!” And then she would quickly bring her cup up to drink as fast as she could. She stopped paying attention to him, and paid attention to her own cup as she finished and set it down, moving to flip it as fast as she could.
Party Therapy | Cyrus & Cope
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bruised-n-bloodied-knuckles:
Declan felt the venom in her words but he didn’t bother to recoil. He deserved all of it. “I’m only here for a minute,” he told her truthfully. “I’m looking for Rayne only she’s not answering her phone.” He didn’t want to go in there. He didn’t want to be around all of that alcohol. He didn’t want to be around all the warm bodies that could and would willingly keep him company for a night. He didn’t want any of that. He wanted to talk to Rayne, he wanted to get shit with her squared away. He wanted to take the olive branch she had unexpectedly extended to him and accept it.
He slid the phone into his pocket and sighed. “I deserve that,” he told her softly. “There’s not drink to tell me to put down, I’m not drinking.” Standing there with her made his heart clench. Why had he been so stupid? Why had he let this disease ruin them? She had asked him to come home, why had that been so hard when now, he would give anything for her to ask him that again. The answer would be a resounding yes. Why had he picked the drink over her? “You would, you know…” he said hesitating, “get a different answer. I need someone to go in and find Rayne because I don’t want to be around the alcohol.”
“Not drinking?” She asked. Needed to repeat it for clarification. As much as she knew him getting the help he needed was a good thing, it only made her more angry in this moment. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through her own veins, maybe it was the thought that something better than her had finally gotten him to put the bottle down- either way hearing it pissed her off. And then the mention of his answer changing, well that just made her look at him with pure disbelief. Did she want to ask him again? God yes, every day. She missed him more than she’d ever say out loud, but that didn’t change how angry she was.
Copeland looked down at her own empty cup, she shook her head and looked back at him when he mentioned Rayne. “I haven’t seen her. You’re on your own.” She said, her tone icy. Copeland when to walk away, only to stop and turn back at him- his words about how his answer would change eating at her. She spun back around, her voice raising just a little. “You know what, no.” Copeland glared at him. “I don’t want a different answer.” She spat. “You found something that made you stop drinking? Congratu-fucking-lations, Declan.” She could feel the anger swelling in her. “I’m glad you found something more important than us to get you to stop.” Copeland looked down and shook her head, almost finding it hard to believe she was even in this spot. “I hope whatever, or whoever it was loves you more than I did, because I sure as hell wasn’t enough for you.”
Party Therapy || Declan and Cope
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lyric-winston:
This past weekend had been a long one. She’s spent most of it at the party that Rae had ended up throwing at the last minute and it had been one hell of a ride. She’d laughed, she’d drunk more than she probably should have, and she danced her ass off. That was the one thing you could count on when Lyric came to a party– getting people to dance. She walked into the Winston home and called out for her daughter. “Copeland?!” She yelled, hearing the girl’s heartbeat in the home. It had been nice to have her back, but the circumstances weren’t ideal.
She set her purse down beside the door and put her house and car keys on the hook by the coat rack. She had another bag from a shop in town where she’d found something she was absolutely sure that Cope would love. She walked through the house, and upstairs toward her own room. “I got something for you. But you have to meet me in here because I’m an old woman and once I get in this bed, I’m not getting out of it,” She joked with a laugh.
She collapsed on her bed and waited to hear footsteps toward her room. “I noticed your favorite pair of jeans are falling apart. And since you tend to wear only one pair, happy early birthday…or Christmas…or just because. I don’t know. I saw them and thought of you. No, they aren’t girly. I know you hate that.”
@copelandjxmeswinston
Waking up that morning had been rough for Copeland. At first she didn’t know where she was, because frankly she didn’t know how she got home right away. But, as she rolled over, and struggled to get herself out from under covers, little parts of the night came flooding back. Shots. Dancing. Kissing Cyrus. More shots. Fighting with Declan. More shots. Zephyr. Copeland groaned, covering her face. “Oh fuck.” She sighed. Copeland reached for her phone and swiped up, looking over her notifications.
It was after a bit of scrolling that she heard her mother arrive home. She knew she had been at the party as well, but Cope did well to avoid her. Knowing her mother was partying was one thing, but seeing her do it was another. Cope pushed herself out of bed, realizing she was still in last night’s clothes. She quickly changed, pulling on a pair of shorts and pulling a loose tee-shirt over her head before tossing her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head. It was about all she had the effort to do in her state.
Cope padded into her moms room, moving to the side of the bed that used to belong to her father and fell down beside her mother. “Thanks.” She said as she pulled a pillow closer. Sometimes, she swore she could still smell her father if she tried hard enough. “And for the record, I have multiple pairs of jeans. They just all look the same.” she said, the typical child answer. Cope sighed. “How did you get home? I know Zeph brought me home, but you weren’t here when I got here.”
Recon || Lyric and Cope
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zeph-kattalakis:
@copelandjxmeswinston
It wasn’t his scene, that much obvious by he fact that he stuck out in the crowd of the party like a sore thumb. Stiff and stagnant in a swirling pit of people limbering about with a level of in-toxicity in their system than he had the patience for. His keys tossed about between fingertips, Zephyr silently cursed his brother for calling him to come here of all places, but at the mention of Copeland being too far gone for her own good he’d found himself complying without thought.
Now, thrown into the throngs of party goers, a reminder of both Cyrus’ and Cope’s phones ringing out moments after he pulled up outside, Zephyr suddenly regret his choice, and his undoubtedly protective nature over people that he never intended to care for to begin with. She’d just been a girl, another girl at a scene he’d been called to – and yet, it had bothered him to no end that she’d been left without her father in a world like this. Especially when it had been so out of her own control.
Even with his senses, heightened and honed far beyond those younger than he, Zeph couldn’t see past the pulsating crowd, and certainly not the people trying to grab at him to drag him closer, nor the drinks all but shoved to his chest that he’d tried to politely decline. “God damn it, Cope.. Where the fuck are you.” He muttered beneath his own breath, cutting sharp hues in all directions until he caught sight of her through the dimly lit kitchen.
Copeland hadn’t even thought of how she’d be getting home- hell, for all she knew she’d be walking, or crashing at the boathouse. Though, the last option had her wanting to walk even more. Running into Declan left a sour taste in Cope’s mouth, and while the alcohol in her veins had her being brutally honest with him, she felt painfully sober as she walked back towards the boat shed. Her hands swung at her side, fingers gripping a now empty cup as she walked.
Making it back inside was considerably harder. It seemed the better part of town had heard about Rae and Eden’s little rager, and now the placed was packed. Copeland leaned up on her tip toes, eyes searching for someone she felt comfortable enough to be around. Unfortunately for her, the list was quite small at the moment. Not to mention, she caught word that her mother was somewhere at the little bash, and she needed to avoid her at all costs. Lyric Winston would not take kindly to her baby girl getting trashed with the youths of Spiritvale.
Eventually she made her way to the make shift bar, and while there got caught in a round (or two, if we’re being honest) of shots. This was followed by her once empty cup being refilled with some spiked punch type drink, and then she was on her merry way. As she turned, her eyes caught a glimpse of a man she had least expected to be at this party. Though, in the back of her mind, she knew his brother had to have had something to do with it. Copeland took a breath and stepped forward, making her way through the crowd before stopping just short of him. “Did he call you?” She asked, her voice monotone, knowing Cyrus had to have called for him to actually show up here.
Aftertaste| Zeph & Cope
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cyruskattalakis:
Cyrus gave her a sullen look, “Seems so.” He knew that had he flat out refused to go, and didn’t follow her out, that she would’ve marched right back home to get him and pull him out by his ear. He wasn’t entirely sure how Zeph had managed to get off scott-free, though. His expression turned indignant, “No. Definitely not.” He hated what the boat shed and the Boathouse stood for, he’d been in this town long enough to know exactly what happened here. He had never approved.
Without even thinking twice, he reached up to brush her hair back out of her face from the wind, expression unreadable before he grimaced at her words, “Please don’t,” He asked her flatly, “The sooner I can get away from this place the better.” Cyrus huffed before glancing down into his not quite finished drink. He shrugged, “Sure, sure. I’m gonna need another drink if I’m gonna survive this at all.” He gestured for her to lead the way.
Copeland didn’t flinch away, or even think twice when his hand came up to push her hair back. It wasn’t like he’d never done it before, it was normal for them. But to outside eyes, it could have been seen as more, though that thought was the furthest from her mind in that moment. When he agreed to another drink, Copeland just grinned. “Perfect.” She said as she stepped around him, coming to walk at his side as they made their way through to the makeshift bar in the shed.
Once they had arrived, Copeland got to work on replenishing her drink. She then reached forward, grabbing the whiskey and handing it to him, knowing it was his drink of choice. Once she had mixed her own, she set the coke down for him to use as well. When she looked back at him, full cup in hand, Copeland grinned. “See, everything will be better now. Just keep drinking.” She said. “At least that’s what Parker said to do. She’s a bad influence, how are you two related?” She asked with a chuckle. After taking a look around, she saw the now abandoned flip cup table. “Oh!” Reaching forward with her free hand, she took his in her own, again without even thinking, and pulled him towards the table, turning to walk backward as she spoke. “Let’s play? If you win, I’ll let you leave sooner.” she smirked as she pulled him along.
Party Therapy | Cyrus & Cope
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