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lyrics: The way You look at me Is kinda like a little sister You high-five Your goodbyes And it leaves me nothing but blisters So I don't want to be one of the boys One of your guys Just give me a chance To prove to you tonight I just wanna be one of the girls Pretty in pearls Not one of the boys
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May 11 2017, 02:49 AM
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There had been rumors that someone new was starting at the garages that day, and Zoya wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary. It was probably going to be another douchey ‘bro’ that Zoya would have to explain that yes, she was more than capable of doing her job, and also could probably do his job better than he could. As such, she minded her own business and went about her work day like it was any other day. Lunch hour came and went, she enjoyed going out to lunch and just dicking around with some of the guys around the garage, surprised to see the new guy wasn’t included in the lunch time shenanigans, but figured he was either on a different lunch time, or just was ‘too cool’ to hang out with them. No matter the case, she headed back to the garages, walking back to her station when she passed the work area of the new guy and halted. <p>

This guy has no idea what he was doing, and Zoya was unsure whether or not to jump in and help him, or continue to watch him struggle with replacing the intake manifold gaskets in the car. She opted to stand there for a minute weighing her options--Zoya had her own stuff to do, but at the same time…”Hey, you’re putting that in backwards,” she pointed out, approaching him, ”If you put it in like that, it’ll crack in a couple weeks and completely wreck their fuel economy...which is great because it’s job security, but I’m pretty sure they’d be pissed to have to replace these twice in like no time at all.” As such, she took the part from his hands, turning it around the right way before shifting to put it in it’s place in the car itself. ”You do this kind of stuff before?”

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May 11 2017, 12:44 AM
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Having parties at the aptly named ‘Frat Flat’ was a common occurrence, and naturally it was a real big hit and Zoya woke up with a massive hangover (much to her disdain), heaving a sigh as she pulled herself out of bed. She needed painkillers, and water, so much water, which she found in the kitchen before giving the apartment a look-over...God, it was a mess. Zoya knew the drill by now, grabbing a couple trash bags before kicking open Ivan’s door, ”Wake up, time to clean up!” she chimed, a bit too chipper for being so hungover, but she’d rather get the placed cleaned up just in case Vita swung by or something and thought they were living like animals. Her first mode of action was to start picking up various cups that had been stacked or tossed around from beer pong, along with all the empty bottles and cans because frankly Zoya was more horrified by the sheer amount of alcohol that was consumed the previous night. How had someone not crashed on their couch? <p>

She hadn’t gotten terribly far in her plight of cleaning up all the trash when Ivan emerged to help, and Zoya suppressed a yawn, thankful that at least she didn’t have to work later that day so once everything was cleaned up Zoya was going to crawl back into bed. ”Okay, there’s no way we had this much alcohol in the flat last night,” Zoya muttered, ”Did we?” Things towards the end of the night got a little fuzzy, but she was usually the one to make sure everyone left the apartment or whatever…”We should start handing out cups of water or something,” Her head was pounding, to say the least, ”I figured we could clean up the disaster and go back to sleep before Sasha even emerges from his room?” It seemed like a nice thing to do for him anyway, so he could focus on his studies and not worry about the fact the common areas of their apartment were trashed. She chucked a crushed, empty can at Ivan, ”I’m literally about to say it’s time for hair of the dog.”

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Apr 14 2017, 07:04 AM
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High-fiving, talking shit, but you’re going home alone, aren’t you?

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It wasn't frequently that Zoya would be interested in attending a convention of any sort, but this one was a bit more personal in a way, and thus her and Sasha had volunteered to help out in the pack booth--something she absolutely wouldn't have done without Sasha. She spent most of the time people watching, and wandering around whenever she'd get a moment's break, and in this case she had arrived back at the booth toting water bottles and fruit snacks, setting down one of each in front of Sasha before plopping down in her seat. "I felt like snacks were a necessity at this point," she explained, ripping open her own packet of fruit snacks and popping two of them into her mouth, shrugging lightly. Zoya wasn't exactly the best at giving clear and concise answers to questions about pack business, mostly answering very convolutedly and hoping someone would pick up for her so she could just shut up. Zoya Petrova could be a massive rambler when she was nervous, or whenever she would actually try. If it were about cars, she'd be set, but nope. At least she was super friendly and could talk to anyone...even if it wasn't necessarily what they wanted to talk about. <p>

"Did I miss anything cool while I was wandering around?" Zoya asked, mainly wondering if Sasha was doing as much people watching as she was. She'd even began making faces at people until they'd make eye contact with her before she'd burst into giggles at times. "Are there any panels you want to see, 'cause I'm ready to throw some elbows to get us some good seats."


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Zoya just wanted to get the grease out of this shirt-- and if anything she’d made it much worse with all things considered. Instead, she opted to unbutton it, force the sleeves up above her elbows and let the t-shirt she had under it be revealed (it wasn’t anything special, just considerably more girly than she usually dressed as it was a v-neck). She was just about to set to work when she heard someone came in, turned and saw some girl and figured she was off to either pick up a car or drop one off and rather than acknowledge her Zoya went back to her little area, going through one of her drawers that was filled with miscellaneous tools...perhaps she’d organize it one day, but that wouldn’t last very long so why bother? <p>

Zoya had been trying to mind her own business, she really had been, but when the girl must have assumed that there wasn’t really anyone else around and had started yelling for Colby, she rolled her eyes. ”He’s not here!” she yelled back, waiting a beat before walking over to meet her, ”I think he was going to lunch with some of the guys, like Garou and them?” Zoya shrugged. She hadn’t been invited (though she was sure it was an open invitation, she just didn’t want to go hang out with all of the guys right now). In any case, getting this woman (she assumed it was Colby’s fiance or whatever) to shut up was more than enough for her, ”So I guess you’ll have to cash in fucking him at work another time.” Normally, someone would probably elbow her for being that way, but Zoya couldn’t help it, it was her work place too and didn’t want to imagine her coworkers in such compromising positions, but that was likely her own envy due to her feeling like she was permanently friend-zoned by everyone.

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Zoya was impatient, she was covered with mud and dirt and she was sure her hair was a tangled mess despite being thrown up a haphazard pony tail. She was just aggravated with the notion of being locked inside Kew Gardens. This place was a lot nicer and fancier than Zoya was used to, but her and Naomi thought they’d swing around in there for a giggle or two, and now they were stuck. ”Yeah, no, it’s not budging,” Zoya groaned after shaking the gate, throwing her shoulder into it a few times, and kicking it (she even tried climbing with no success). ”So, now that we’re stuck here...is there another way out of here?” She felt it was fair for Naomi to perhaps weigh in on the situation rather than let Zoya take the headstrong lead. She was absolutely not someone who should be leading anything, as she often would march head first into danger. <p>

”Unless,” Zoya paused, pondering that statement for a moment or two. She wasn’t one to have any smart or brilliant ideas--that was more of Sasha’s territory, but she absolutely could come up with something stupid and lame for them to do instead, ”There was something crazy you wanted to do here in Kew Gardens at night…” Zoya shrugged, ”I’m open to suggestions at this point since we’re seemingly stuck here, and you got stuck here with the dumb one of the bunch.” At least maybe Naomi would be smarter about this and have something else to do, ”Because otherwise I’m probably going to be kicking this stupid lock until it opens because what kind of place locks people in it at night? Like, come on.” Clearly, she was frustrated and annoyed, but she needed the distraction.

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