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1. Would you rather watch Star Wars, or Star Trek? 2. What is your favorite book? 3. If you were to create a piece of art, what would the subject be? 4. If you could go back in time, what year would you travel to? 5. What is your favorite quote?

1. Star Wars, but like only the first three...which are actually the last three...okay like the older ones. Those three, like on repeat.

2. Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente.

3. My subject would be the mountains, I’m not exactly sure what I’d do, but I know it’d involve the mountains.

4. Okay like...as crazy as it sounds, I’d go waaaay back to the dinosaurs so I could live Jurassic Park for real... But without the dying part, like I’d then come back after I’d ridden a dinosaur...

5. “All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.” ― Mitch Albom

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describe your perfect date

Well if I ever became comfortable enough with someone again to actually go on dates, it’d be really simple. I’m happiest when I can just snuggle up with Disney movies and someone who doesn’t mind the fact that I love them. And that I sing along to every song...

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“Oh, everyone loves you do they?” She questions with something that was halfway between a snort and a giggle. “No, don’t apologize, I should know what I’m getting into before I get there.”

“It’s not weird at all, dude. Just embrace what you love, because it’s only right people love my motherland because that’s where I am from and everyone loves me” Bogdan started to ramble, realizing that the alcohol was starting to hit him. “Yo, it’s near the south edge of the resort, it looks like a small little shed, but it’s just he entrance that lead down stairs. It’s underground, pretty rad. I’m there pretty much all the time. The only days it’s closed is Mondays and Tuesdays. Other than that, we’re open six in the morning till six at night.” He paused and scrunched his eyebrows together. “Uh, sorry I went all business on you… I tend to talk a lot with my friend alcohol is involved.” He downed his drink.

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“Yeah, I guess I’m kind of weird. I just kind of get something in my head and can’t like it go sometimes. Like Russia, and skiing.” Laughing a little, she downs the rest of her drink before speaking again. “I’d actually love that a lot, seriously I will be there first thing in the morning.”

“Wow, I didn’t know someone could be so into Russia like you are.” Bogdan genuinely smiled and chuckled. “If you’re ever bored you should come to my cafe. My menu is practically based off of Russian drinks and foods. A little piece of Russia in the resort… only if you want. We have imported Beluga Russian vodka, too.”

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“But there’s so much more than that! Well I mean you know that, obviously. And the vodka is a plus. But this book, it’s...god it’s fucking fascinating.” Her cheeks burn bright pink after letting a swear slip, but it doesn’t stop her from speaking. “The book is like a dream. I mean, it’s just so beautiful. Such a fantastic retelling, and definitely one that’s a you either hate it or you love it kind of thins. There’s no in between. I’ve actually always wanted to go to Russia, the architecture alone would be enough to keep me fascinated for months.”

“No no no no, please, I really like that someone who isn’t from Russia who actually knows something about Russia other than ‘they are drunks and they drink vodka’. I love talking about that kind of shit. I’ve lived here for five years and I barely talk to anyone about back home other than my sisters, which doesn’t count.” Bogs grinned from ear to ear. 

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“I do! I’ve read just about anything I can get my hands on involving Koschei. But my favourite so far has been a book called Deathless, kind of this just absolutely amazing retelling. I mean seriously, you should probably shut me up about it or I’ll spend weeks droning on about my love of this book.”

“One can lead to another, either way, I suppose. Us Russians know a thing or two about alcohol and women.” Bogdan shrugged. “Oh! You know about Koschei the Deathless?!” He perked up, excitedly at the mention of fairy tail. “That story is so fucked up, but when I was a kid, it was the raddest shit. My dad was really into fucking up my imagination and told me that story all the time.”

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“Maybe a little bit of both.” She admits sheepishly. “I mean I absolutely love the folklore, my fascination for Koschei and Marya Morevna is endless.”

Bogdan let out a jolly laugh then pursed his lips, raising a brow. “Sweet sweet love of Russians or vodka?” He took a sip of his drink.

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“My second time training for the Olympics I actually ended up partying with the Russians a lot. It’s how I discovered my sweet, sweet love of it.”

Bogs raised his eyebrows in shock. “Woah, you’d think you’re the Russian and I’m not.” He laughed. “I don’t mind vodka… I can do shots of it, but not drink a whole bottle of it… good on you.”

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When he comes back, she accepts the glass with a grateful smile. “It’s perfect. Seriously, I will literally drink it if it has vodka in it. You could have just brought me a bottle and I would have guzzled it down like water.”

“Okay, hey, don’t move… I’ll be back in a few seconds.” Bogs smiled before taking a quick trip to the bar, ordering Captain and Coke for himself and cranberry juice and vodka for Delilah. He came back with the two tall glasses and handed the red colored one to the girl. “Cranberry okay?” He asked, hesitantly before taking a drink of his glass. “I didn’t know what you like, sorry…”

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“Fair enough.” She accepts with a smile, finally locating the goods. Picking up a small treat, she lets out a delighted giggle before looking back up at him. “Anything with vodka in it, please.”

“If you say ‘near a bar’ you know I want to come with.” He smiled as he followed her through the swarm of people, trying not to lose her in the crowd. The two made they’re way to the tables. “Oh, the foods are tiny…” He looked down at the table full of foods. “Do you want a drink.. I’m going to grab one quick.”

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“Well I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She says with a shrug as she weaves through the crowds. “Just this way, I saw a few tables set up near a bar.”

“Uh sure, I’ll join you. As long as you promise me you can find the good stuff.” He smiled over at the blonde as crowds of people pushed past the two, talking in the middle of them. “Where to?” He looked around, slightly confused on where to go next.

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Task 001

i. Hold Me Down | Halsey ii. First | Cold War Kids iii. Knocking On Heavens Door | RAIGN iv. St. Jude | Florence + The Machine v. Sort Of Delilah | Anna Nalick vi. Chains | Cassie Steele vii. Adam's Song | Blink-182 viii. Watch Me Rise | Mikky Ekko ix. Hurricane | Halsey

listen

Hold Me Down | Halsey

My demons are begging me to open up my mouth I need them mechanically make the words come out They fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce Ignite me, licking up the flames they bring about

First | Cold War Kids

Flying like a cannonball, falling to the earth Heavy as a feather when, you hit the dirt How am I the lucky one?, I do not deserve To wait around forever when, you were there first First you get hurt, then you feel sorry

Knocking On Heavens Door | RAIGN

Mama, put my guns in the ground I can't shoot them anymore That long black cloud is comin' down I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door

St. Jude | Florence + The Machine

St. Jude, the patron saint of the lost causes St. Jude, we were lost before she started St. Jude, we lay in bed as she whipped around us St. Jude, maybe I've always been more comfortable in chaos

Sort Of Delilah | Anna Nalick

I can't lie love, I'm sort of Delilah And I know that I let you down

Chains | Cassie Steele

Keep my heart wrapped in chains I don't need it anyway I'm just gonna need a name Anything left you can take

Adam's Song | Blink-182

I never thought I'd die alone Another six months I'll be unknown Give all my things to all my friends You'll never step foot in my room again You'll close it off, board it up Remember the time that I spilled the cup Of apple juice in the hall Please tell mom this is not her fault

Watch Me Rise | Mikky Ekko

Now paranoia's settin' in and I'm fallin' from these stars again While every part of me screams, hold on 'Cuz if you can't learn to bend then you break Oh, my God, how long does it take Every lesson we learned took so long but it made us strong

Hurricane | Halsey

I'm a wanderess I'm a one night stand Don't belong to no city Don't belong to no man I'm the violence in the pouring rain I'm a hurricane

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“You’re fine.” She says, brushing it off. “Food and drink are usually near each other if you’d like to join me in my hunting?”

Bogdan watched as she flinched moments after he fixed her hair and non-nonchalantly apologized, “Sorry ‘bout that.” He quickly changed gears and continued to talk. “Well, I need another drink. I had a long day at work and I just want something to make me forget it just for a bit.” He kind of looked around to see if there was anyone walking around with drinks.

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“Clunky isn’t a bad thing though.” She states, flinching slightly when he reaches forward to adjust her curl. Quickly though, she puts her smile back into place. “Ooh, I see something mini and delicious that’ll make me feel like a giant. If I don’t hunt it all down now I’m sure everything will be gone soon.”

“Heh, no problem.” Bogdan pursed his lips as he continued to listen to the blonde, not knowing when is a good time to pardon himself to get another glass. The only reason he came was for the drinks. “Oh, uh, I don’t know. I’m not a big fan of my own name, but I don’t hate it. It just sounds…” He paused, trying to think of an appropriate word to describe how he thinks his own name sounds to him. “Clunky, maybe?” He gave Delilah a half-smile before noticing a curl falling from the rest of her hair. He pushed it out of her face and behind her ear, only because it would have bothered him otherwise. “Pleasure to meet you too, Delilah.”