<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;you TOLD him about that?&gt; </span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she turned and looked at her brother with an expectant look on her face.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi stopped, his fork halfway to his mouth, blinking at the question. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“I… Uh…. well….”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla smirked, speaking up at this point.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“The young man I was dating at the time insisted it was vulgar of me to dress like my brother. Though  he was still convinced he could tell the difference.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she grinned.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “He couldn’t.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi looked like he wanted to sink below the table and just hide, taking a slow, deep breath.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “No. he could not. Until he, shocked that my sister was being so willing this time, decided to try to take what he wanted.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla nodded solemnly.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“And that's why I don’t date anymore. Men are pigs, and my brother tries to steal them.”</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"></span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;what on earth was that for!?!?!&gt;</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;Revenge. Served. Cold.&gt;</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she smiled sweetly at him, pretending he wasn’t glaring daggers at her from across the table.</span>