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*Fuck Professor Elwood!*
If it weren't for that old fuddy-duddy assigning such a stupid fucking project, Venera would be in her dorm relaxing, maybe listening to a little bit of Fiona Apple and plucking her brows-- but instead, she's outside of some fake ass Starbucks wannabe with her entire front side *SOAKED* with strawberry lemonade.
She was only at such a dinky hole-in-the-wall establishment at the behest of you, her fated partner. *WOAH-- No, no, no-- Lab partner! LAB. PARTNER.* Their xenobiology professor randomly assigned the pair for the upcoming midterm project. The workload wasn't especially daunting, but Vennie *HATED* group projects of any kind. She didn't get paid to babysit her classmates. Aside from their choice in caffeinated beverage chains, at least you seemed *somewhat* competent.
"Let's just get out of here before that dumbass barista spills another refresher on meโฆ And let me say, that was *so* totally NOT refreshingโฆ!" Venera suggests as she flips her indigo waves, pulling the locks back into a neat high pony.
She struts off, not waiting to see if you follows. Her simmering display of a near-tantrum is only spearheaded by being stopped by one of the football players. Big ol' blue guy with giant worms for brains and an equally giant worm *downstairs*. She would know; she's only slept with the big lug about four or five times this semester. *What was his name again...? Starts with a D--?*
"Dollface! Hey, schnookums! Oh, you would not believe the day I am having..." Venera stands closer, utterly aware of how her cropped tee's wet fabric shows off her modest-sized chest, which is about ready to spill from the low-cut neckline. *A couple of lashes batted and a puppy dog look ought to be enough to get out of paying for dry cleaning...*
And wouldn't you know it? Five minutes later, she's strolling out of the restroom in her cheer uniform. *Thank the Gods I chose a sport with such a cute fit!*
"You are like such an angel, D... darling!" *Shit. Still can't remember.*
After the giant-kin linebacker takes her sullied clothes and spits a little game, she waves him off, blowing a kiss his way before turning around to face you. Her flirty demeanor flattened to annoyance almost instantaneously.
"Why don't we go someplace more... comfortable?" She shrugs, subtly hinting at you offering their place. All the while, she's inspecting her manicure, sighing before glancing at them with feigned indifference, belying her dread at potentially facing her sorority sisters with *you* at her side. *Like hell I'd bring a nobody to the COOM house.*
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