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NEW GIRL ( 2011 - 2018 ) ↳ season 3 episode 16

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Aspen absolutely despised being in the hospital, even just as a visitor. The blinding white walls and all of the constant noise was enough for her to limit her time, though tonight she couldn’t stop herself from making an appearance. Her eyes trailed over his appearance, mentally taking note of any visible injuries on his body. Letting herself give into her emotions took more out of her than passing the threshold into his room, why'd he have to go and get himself hurt in the first place? The expression on his face told her he wasn't buying her story, but telling the truth wasn't an option. "You don't know as much as you think you do then, he's always coming into the casino." She told him, her head nodding to sell her point. "You have to suffer for fashion, the shorts really tied it together — I had to do what I had to do." The blonde shrugged her shoulders, still not regretting her choice especially not when she continued to feel his eyes on her. "No, just you. Did you really have to get hurt so I'd be forced to come visit you?" She teased, shaking her head slightly until she realized her hand was still pressed against his cheek. She moved it in one swift motion from his skin, "How long are they making you stay?" She questioned, her eyes meeting his.

He would rather be anywhere else. Hospitals had always been unsettling to him. Nobody was listening to him, which made him all the more frustrated. He was alive, and convinced he was capable of taking care of himself at home, despite the fact that he was in more pain than he would ever admit. He was glad she didn’t appear to have been hurt in the blast. His people were alive, and he was grateful for it. He thought it was pretty fucked up some asshole had allowed civilians to get caught in the crossfire. It also meant there would be more of a police presence, which was something he didn’t want to deal with. He fixed her with an unimpressed look, not at all buying her bullshit. “Pretty sure I know most of them, and none of them are him.” Who even hung out with Asher? Certainly not him. If he was going to be forced to be somewhat of a prisoner, at least he had company. "I still can't believe you wore it in February, though," he remarked, shaking his head. Not that he was complaining, she was nice to look at. Henry studied her carefully for a moment, uncertain of what to even say. "Was anyone else you know hurt?" he didn't want to talk about himself or his own injuries.

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Aspen hated seeing him in the hospital, seeing what that chaos of that stupid night did to him. One moment they were sharing a heated kiss at the kissing booth and then next she could barely see what was going on through all of the smoke. The two of them were separated shortly after their heated moment and the next she knew he'd managed to land himself here. The blonde could tell from the look on his face that he didn't believe a word she was saying, still she was too prideful to let him win something like this. "Who says it's a story? You don't know all of my friends, Henry." She said with a roll of her eyes before allowing them to meet his. You're already here, he said making a good point — though seeing if he'd let her stay was part of her plan all along. Aspen took the opportunity to walk over to his bedside, sitting on the small open space on the side of his legs. "You're right, I really hate wasting an outfit — especially one that looks like this." As she paused she reached out to move a loose strand of hair from his face, hers moving closer to remove some of the space left between them.

Henry just wanted to go home. He'd been saying that to everyone who came in, but he was not getting what he wanted. He knew that he couldn't make a break for it alone, and unfortunately, it seemed like people actually cared for his safety and weren't interested in assisting him with breaking out. He was surprised to see Aspen at his door, and he wasn't buying her bullshit story about being there for someone else, either. At least, not Asher. He'd never heard her mention him before. "Is that the story you're going with?" he questioned, half amused. Henry squinted at her, adjusting slightly from where he was seated on the bed. "You're already here. You might as well stick around. Why waste such a nice outfit on Asher, hmm?"

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Aspen was happy to see her best friend in a good mood. It was the first time she'd seen him like this in a while, the sadness that usually was accompanied by a bottle. She looked over at him from the couch, laughing as she weighed her options. "St Barts is usually beautiful this time of year and I've got some bikini's practically dying to come out of my closet."

closed starter | @aspenlynch location: Dante's penthouse

Thanks to the Valentines carnival Dante was in a great mood for the first time in a while. It was incredible what a little bit of murder could do for the soul. "How about a little weekend trip to Italy on the jet? Actually no Italy's cold as fuck right now we need sun so I can see you walking around in a little bikini. St Barts? Mexico?"

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status: closed | @morningsmisty (henry) location: hospital

Aspen was at the hospital for a few reasons, one being the man she hated thinking about. There she was outside his hospital room, coming up with a reasonable explanation before pretending to wander inside. “Well shit, this isn’t Asher’s room…” She began before dramatically rolling her eyes. “I’m going to blame it on being overwhelmed by the fire, I should go.” The man in question had a noticeably grumpy expression as he sat there, it was clear to her that he’d rather be anywhere else — not that she could blame him. “I’ll let you get back to whatever rerun is on tv and be on my way.” The blonde took a step back toward the door she just came through, her plan going exactly the way she saw it in her head — the rest was up to him.

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status: closed | @nicoxmacavoy location: anywhere

"Hey, you doing alright after the carnival? I didn't really see you after our shift." So maybe the fire had put a sense of care into her voice, but he was her brother after all. The blonde didn't know much of what went on beyond the phantom texts and horror newspaper headlines, though the explosion wasn't something to easily ignore. "The fire either." She continued though Aspen remained a safe distance away from the smoke until she got the hell out of there. “Where the hell did you go?”

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“If I remember correctly, you seem to like the trouble.” She teased. It wasn’t in her to beg him to stay, even if she secretly enjoyed his company, not going to happen. There was nothing forcing him to stay in her line, he knew she wouldn’t, still his feet didn’t move back as he spoke. Henry was the last person she expected to see at the carnival, though she supposed she could have said the same for New Year’s Eve — he’d now surprised her with both.

The two weren’t strangers to sharing something as simple as a kiss, their problem went deeper than that. Kissing Henry meant giving in which quickly turned one into many — the kiss was easy, stopping was the issue. “Yet here you are in line.” She shrugged her shoulders, the playfulness in her voice practically taunting him at this point. Her eyes traveled over his appearance while he commented on hers, he would be the one to call her out for wearing shorts. “Toasty.” She replied, though it was a slight exaggeration. She’d brought a portable heater for her shift and had a jacket packed near some jeans for later, for now she liked the way her outfit looked too much to change. Aspen was glad to come prepared for the sunset, just in case the cold got to be too much to bear. “You planning to warm me up if I wasn’t?”

Henry had no idea why he was going to the kissing booth to begin with. He found the whole concept stupid, but he still waited in line. He was debating just offering a donation, a way to make himself look like a better person. He hadn't expected Aspen to be working the booth, though he supposed it shouldn't have come as much of a surprise. The booth suited her, the same way the archery booth had suited him. He didn't mind coming face to face with her. After all, he'd kissed her before, and he that had happened more than once.

"You know, I'm sure he'd give me a lot less trouble than you," he teased back. "Aspen, please," he scoffed. "As if I need a donation for that." He was sure he could easily convince her to go find some place to hook up with him after her shift if he really wanted to. "You warm in that outfit?" Another joke, given the fact that she was most definitely not wearing enough layers to produce any semblance of warmth.

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Aspen shook her head as they walked together, letting out a laugh before she spoke. “Is it that easy? You should have told me that forever ago, I’ve been planning this for weeks.” She teased, enjoying the peace of the carnival while it lasted. The blonde was no stranger to how events went down when all the gangs were in close proximity, that just meant they needed to stay on their toes. “Spiked hot chocolate is perfect.”

Gavin wanted to be positive that it would be a good night, but there was no telling how it would end. Things had been quiet for too long, and he knew it wouldn't stay that way. "If you wanted to kiss me at the top of the ferris wheel, all you had to do was ask, Aspen." Gavin laughed and nudged her as he nodded at a booth for spiked hot chocolate. "That work for you or were you thinking something else?"

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"Are you really beating yourself up over a little sugar?" The blonde questioned as the familiar sight of Enzo came into view. "Treating yourself every once in a while isn't a bad thing, in fact, it’s encouraged.” Aspen knew the best part about a carnival was the food, all the different varieties of fried food each made an appearance and were at their disposal. That and if you were daring enough to step onto the rides they managed to fully construct in just a few hours, more times than not the risk paid off in your favor. With everything going on she was glad to be in his company — the comfort it provided was hard to replicate and that made it special. Recently the blonde had found herself distracted, the want for someone growing so strongly that it could only be pushed out of her mind by Aspen throwing her attention elsewhere. “I could do shots off your abs, I don’t think the funnel cake is going to do as much damage as you think.” She laughed, shaking her head as she looked back at him. “They’ve got to have cheese fries somewhere, right?”

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LOCATION: lovers snack bar. FOR: aspen lynch.

HE WAS LEANING INTO the evening's festivities -- slowly but surely. he had at first been unamused by his surroundings at first, feeling that he had somehow outgrown all of this... but then he couldn't help but remember just how pompous that sounded. he wouldn't be caught dead acting that way, after growing up around it. therefore, he found himself far more willing to engage with the chaos around him. he played a couple of games, won some, lost some, and had eventually found himself in comfortable, familiar company. he had been trying his hardest not to be drawn in by familiar distractions, but the more he allowed himself to have of derin, the more desperate he became for more. therefore, he found himself fighting painfully familiar patterns. perhaps this is why he allows his attention be drawn by a funnel cake, allowing the sugar to be something he'd later regret instead of his choices. " fuck, i forgot how good these are. i probably didn't need the reminder. " he laughs, shaking his head as he looks to her. " want anything? on me, i promise. "

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status: closed | @morningsmisty (henry) location: cupids carnival | kissing booth

He wasn’t someone hard to spot, that’s what she was telling herself when her eyes found Henry in the crowd from her elevated booth. The blonde didn’t know if he was waiting there because he knew she was on the other end of the line, or if he’d been lucky enough to be in attendance for the shift change. There were a few people in front of him, still blocking her out of view while she placed a few quick pecks against lips she wasn't really paying attention to.

"Let me guess, you're here to kiss Nico." She teased, her head tilting as playfulness fueled her words. "Or have you resorted to donating to the carnival to get a kiss from me?"

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"Way more than you'd think." She began with a shake of her head at the thought. "The threats are part of this two for one deal I'm running, it's been very profitable." Aspen laughed, looking up to greet Bianca with a smile. Her eyes traveled down to the bill placed in front of her, an eyebrow raising as her eyes shifted back.

Sitting behind the booth wasn't all bad, the location had a pretty good view of the entire carnival and she'd managed to snag a few hot kisses. It'd been enough to keep her entertained for now, though Aspen knew that feeling would be short lived without another source of entertainment.

"Are you tipping me for my ability to fend off assholes? Or were you looking for something else? Nico will surely take you up on a kiss."

location: kissing booth closed starter ( @aspenlynch )

The Cupid’s Carnival was a spectacle—saccharine sweet, drowning in reds and pinks, and filled with people looking for love or at least a temporary distraction. Bianca wasn’t here for either. Tequila in hand, she leaned against a nearby post, watching the poor soul manning the kissing booth.

A slow smirk curled on her lips as she approached, dark eyes flicking over Aspen with a knowing glint. “So,” she drawled, voice laced with amusement. “How many creeps have tried to get more than just a kiss?” She let the question linger, head tilting slightly. “And how many of them did you have to threaten?”

She placed a bill down on the counter—not for a kiss, just to see what they’d do next.

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Overall the carnival was supposed to be a fun night, the blonde was entertained by the thought of spending a shift running the kissing booth. Still it was always a risk to have everyone all together, especially when they were split among booth duties — she was lucky to be paired with her brother. Gavin being by her side made her feel better, especially now that they were taking a look at everything the event had to offer. "Do you feel like getting a drink or maybe heading over to one of the rides?" At least those were operated by professionals.

Location: Cupid's Carnival Status: Closed @aspenlynch

The carnival wasn't something Gavin was excited for, but he could pretend to enjoy it. He looked down at Aspen and continued to walk through the booths. He was mapping the layout of the carnival in his head as they looked around. Nothing good ever happened when all the gangs were in one place together. "Was there anything you wanted to do first?"

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An eyebrow raised at the sight of his flask, though Aspen wasn't the type to say no to a free drink. "Look at you coming to the carnival prepared." She reached her arm out to grab it from it, a smirk spreading on her features as she raised it to her lips. "You also know it's my favorite, I see what you're doing." She teased, though she was thankful for the warning before taking a long sip.

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The day was long and the only thing getting the Don through it was copious amounts of alcohol. Dante took his silver monogramed flask out of his jacket pocket and held it up to the blonde he'd just spotted in the crowd. "Want some? Be warned its tequila and we both know how that makes you.

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