Rofl. Eagle and Aki, is it okay if I make you, Aki, flirt with Eagle then get a heartbreak after he falls in love with Jackson? OwO
XD ----- Oh dalin' she be screaming. Lillian was practically drooling at Eagle. "Why, hullo there..." It took me all my willpower to keep myself from puking. Didn't she know Eagle was bi? Bi as in bipolar, bisexuallygay, bi- "Miranda! Who's that sexy fellow you got there?" Great. My list of things that were about how Eagle was bi was interrupted. Very nice Lillian. Very nice. And teh flack? Lillian was taller than Eagle. Wayyyy taller. She was 5'10, me being 5'8, and Eagle being... 5'4. Awkward turtleee. DERP. "He's Eagle, my star pupil in my steps to glamour cla-" I love Lillian, I do, but she has to stop rushing. Rushing as in, rushing into relationships, into sentences, into fashion, everything. Once she sets eyes on a Gucci bag, she throws her byootaful Juicy one. Couldn't blame her. I feed off her Juicy trash and Juicy wasn't her style. Sentences AS IN MINE. I'VE GOT A VOICE, WOMAN. Relationships. She just kicked Dustin's ass a few hours ago when she texted me and now Eagle's her victim. How sly.... I LIKE. But sadly for Eagle, he hasn't even passed his pimp test. Or in his case, his "HHH test." HHH as in, humble, honest, honeylicious. Can't blame him. He's as soft as Denis. But, he was wayyyyyy too serious when it came to who whould buy what and who would get what. Especially in stuffed toy cases... ----- "MINE." "MINE." "MINE." "MINE." "MINE." "MINE." "MINE." "MINE." "MINE." "MINE." "MINE." "MINE." Went on for hours. I won though. Cougar power. You born wid it or you be kissin' mah ass.
----- Gasp. Jackson's a stripper. What a surprise. The chances of this were not one outta a million. In fact, quite the opposite. Eagle demanded to go to a strip club tonight, and get his first lap dance. No idea why, seems he's desperate. Jillian goes everywhere with him, nowhere without him. So I agreed. We took a seat and the waiter (this strip club was like a show thingy) was oggling at Jillian, but her sunglasses did the chop. It was like dees. ---- "Miss, can I take your order?" "Can of coke." "I'm sorry. No coke... But there's always me." Jillian didn't stir. Her sunglasses just stayed there and her lips weren't moving. Uncomfy silence! Episode #19874828! ---- Eugh. Two strippers already went and their boobs were saggy. One's ass wasn't perky enough and her eye bulged out of their sockets. The cakey makeup didn't help either. FAIIIILLL! Then gues what? Jackson the male stripper showed up. He was practically humping the pole. It was like a bull in heat humping a tree. Just repulsive. I couldn't help but spit the coke at him, on stage. We were in front an BAM! Just noticed us. "Oh, you so bad ass motherfucker huh?" Short for BAMF. He was blinded by the acidy drink. Five seconds later his eyes averted to my boobs and I just gave him the "UMADBRO" stare. He stopped his humping and dropped dead. The cheering stopped but Eagle was still clapping. I think he just found his lap dance. ---- YOU GOT YOUR WISH EAGLE!