A/N- Ava's perspective.
Get Lost (Bonus Chapter)
Can't that Maroon creep take no for an answer? I only date gamers.
I bet he hasn't picked up a controller. (I can. I've practiced a lot.)
I'm good friends with the table lamp in his apartment. He goes on rants about how newer models are better than the old ones and the old ones need to be thrown out.
Hmm, does that mean he deserves to be junked? I'm the newest model in this complex, so I'm better than he is. Just following his train of thought.
I'll have a chat with him. Lexie can automatically download Le Chat Noir. Treble said this game is full of action and suspense and I want to play it.
And so, I met Marshall in the hall of the complex. (Luckily, for him, I had just emptied my bag five minutes ago. I love Dorito crumbs.)
We talked for a bit.
Somehow the conversation turned to, well, why the old technology needs to be disposed of.
A smile crossed my face. I told him then why doesn't he throw himself out.
I think I made him angry. I hear his motor revving.
Well, back to my gaming.
And now I want to decorate my bag with sequins. That flapper dress was beautiful.