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It's been more than a good night, it's been exactly the night that Rebekah's been needing. Everything from the decision to go out together to the way they'd all gotten ready at Rebekah's apartment, swapping dresses and makeup and dancing to the cds that Olive had brought. Even the time at the club had been good. There'd been drinks, dancing and a few boys who'd thankfully gotten the hint when the girls made it clear that they weren't there to flirt.
Really, she should have known it had been going too well. These sorts of things never worked out for her and this should be no exception. They were still a few blocks away from Rebekah's when she heard the footsteps behind them. At first she thought it was someone else walking home the way they were, but as they became loud enough for even the other girls to hear she knew that it wasn't just a coincidence. She's about to say something, to hurry them along to a better lit area when there's laughter and running. She turns in time to see three men coming at them, two of them brandishing knives.
"C'mon little ladies. Hand over your bags or we'll take 'em and you won't like that."
Really, she should have known it had been going too well. These sorts of things never worked out for her and this should be no exception. They were still a few blocks away from Rebekah's when she heard the footsteps behind them. At first she thought it was someone else walking home the way they were, but as they became loud enough for even the other girls to hear she knew that it wasn't just a coincidence. She's about to say something, to hurry them along to a better lit area when there's laughter and running. She turns in time to see three men coming at them, two of them brandishing knives.
"C'mon little ladies. Hand over your bags or we'll take 'em and you won't like that."
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Date: 2013-07-30 08:56 pm (UTC)"Sorry, boys, we're headed home," is what comes out instead, flippant as she walks a little faster. Maybe, maybe, if they keep moving, they'll come into a brighter area or catch sight of a cop. As she walks, she pulls her purse in front of her, clicking it open so she can dig for her phone. Maybe going for the knife she's carrying would be smarter, but if she can get her phone out fast, she can get their picture, and maybe that'll scare them off.
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