Cam & Ruby (language)
Ruby was reluctant to re-enter the party after her argument with Jules, not wanting to risk causing another scene. She should probably leave, but that felt too much like letting Jules win, something she just couldn’t tolerate on account of not doing anything wrong in the first place. Well, almost nothing wrong. Threatening her had probably not been the best approach. But she had no plans to come between Jules and Jasper, a point she wasn’t entirely sure Jules had gotten. And one she definitely wasn’t going to try and make again tonight. When she thought she’d waited long enough, she made her way back inside, cautiously watching out for Jules as she headed to the kitchen to get herself a drink. Hopefully she could turn the night around and end on a better note.
A brief game of beer pong had just broken up, played on the kitchen island. Nothing like a giant, deluxe kitchen. Cam could relate to that because his uncle’s house was very similar. Several athletes had scattered, off to posture in the front room or hit on various girls, and he was left behind, drinking beer from a red solo cup and plotting his next move. There’d been some excitement here already: he hadn’t seen it himself but he’d been told about Jules and Ruby having some sort of cat fight. Chick drama, man. He might have gotten some completely distorted version. Who knew? He’d hauled himself up to sit on the island amidst the detritus of plastic cups and assorted other things, and he tipped his glass to Ruby as she came in, a snarky grin on his face.
“Whoa, I heard you got thrown out of here,” he said. Completely untrue, but he loved to try to aggravate Ruby.
Ruby looked towards Cam, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “I didn’t get thrown out. I stepped outside for a smoke so our hostess could calm her ass down. You guys act like the kitchen became a stage for Mortal Kombat.” While it hadn’t come to blows, Ruby knew she was playing it down, which was the only way to help squash the rumors. If she didn’t start now, someone would think she’d shanked Jules by first bell Monday morning. “You’re just sorry you missed the show,” she said, shooting him a little smirk as she refilled her drink.
Cam and Ruby knocked heads frequently, but he had to admit she had a great, cutting sense of humor, even if only to himself. Out loud he’d never cop to liking anything about the girl. He swung his feet, cool and casual, and snickered. “Hell yeah I’m sorry I missed it,” he said. “Watching girls fight makes my dick hard. Is it true Jules caught you giving Jasper Lucas a blow job in her laundry room?” He’d heard the fight was something to do with the Lucas kid, but the rest of it was a total lie. He’d had enough to drink that he didn’t give a shit what he said to anyone, girl or not. If his vulgarities offended Ruby, too bad.
“Do not start that rumor,” Ruby snapped, pointing a finger in Cam’s direction, anger flashing in her eyes. “You know that’s bullshit. I do not steal boyfriends. I’m not that low a bitch.” His vulgarities didn’t bother her, nor did the idea that she might’ve blown someone at the party, but if word got out that anything of that sort had happened it would start an all out war with Jules. Jasper was her friend and she didn’t want that jeopardized. “Besides, if that had happened, there’d be blood on the floor and you’d have come in your pants.”