The Park, Thursday Night

[stilluptonogood]

Lilly...did not do emo. She didn't know how to deal with emo. She was not emo.

What Lilly did know how to do was pretend that nothing bothered her no matter how she felt inside. What Lilly did know how to do was to find other ways to deal with her hurt that did not include thinking to much about her hurt. What Lilly did know how to do was party

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[inshiningarmour]

Thelma was soon peering over Lilly's shoulder, attempting to look down her shirt.

"Come on, just lean forward a little," she murmured.

[stilluptonogood]

"You know... being sneaky doesn't work quite as well when you're telling me to lean forward."

[inshiningarmour]

Thelma blinked.

"Since when can you see me?"

[stilluptonogood]

"Well, I'm thinking it has something to do with me dying and coming back, since the only time I saw you before this was when I was sleeping."

[givemethehunt]

Well, Dean was bizarrely punk, just now, but he was still a decent shoulder for a hot chick to cry on, if need be.

Also, he was wandering through the park. Possibly still trying to get used to the damned kilt.

"Heya, Lilly, howzit goin'?"

[stilluptonogood]

"Dumped," she said succinctly. "How about you?"

[givemethehunt]

Dean veered over and went to sit down next to her. "Cursed. Logan dumped you?"

[stilluptonogood]

"Oh yeah. Betting he wished I had stayed dead, too." She took a drink. "Not that he said it but..." She sighed. "I fucked up, Dean."

Because who else did she know that she could talk straight with?

"Who cursed you?"