Lost You Twice

Brinley rolled her moss green eyes at him, twirling a strand of her hair as if in thought. They usually did make bets about this type of stuff, but that's about as far as Brinley got involved in the situation. It was too much work to keep an eye out on the "perfect fit" and she didn't feel like being a target for CK's wrath like Mack has been. CK's anger didn't seem to faze the guy, he had too much pep to be torn down. A good thing she supposed, someone needed to remain a positive fixture in this otherwise bleak world. Mack was a ray of sunshine, but of course he did have his bad days too. He was level-headed in a way where he wouldn't just throw a punch without thinking like she or CK would; he was not a calm spirit though. "You two are gonna get hurt and I'm not defending you from CK." She told him, wiggling her finger as if scolding Cam. CK was a tough dude and she's seen him in action plenty of times before.

"You two are way too invested in this." Brinley muttered, unsure if he would actually hear her or not but she also wasn't too concerned. The two of them could have their fun; she was genuinely curious about this girl Cam had in mind for CK. CK was pretty dead set on staying single so she didn't really know if he would go for it but there was no harm in seeing what would happen. Maybe CK would break one of these days, he would be the first of their little group to be in a relationship. Brin didn't really have time for it either, work took up all her time. Weekends she was in the clubs and weekdays she was going through music. "What we should do is turn it on Mack, set him up with a blind date one of these days. That would be fun." Mack didn't care what gender his significant other was so they had even more options to choose from. The guy loved love.

Brinley rolled her eyes, hopping down from the counter with a quiet thump. Her butt was starting to turn numb. She listened to Cam excitedly explain how he thought he's found the perfect match for ea h of their friends, shaking her head in amusement. He was definitely invested in this whether he admitted it or not; no one else kept this much of an eye out for possible matches other than Mack and he has been doing this for years. "Do you just keep an eye out for possible suitors for the group? Wait don't answer that." Brin didn't want to know if he's found her "perfect" match, she too wasn't interested in dating. Not until her career smoothed out a bit. She was a big name and still growing so her life wasn't steady at the moment. Her job was her only love for now. "I'm sure he will appreciate the considerations." Mack would look into them she was sure, he was always thrilled to find new matches. The idea they might set him up was amusing to her though, she wondered how he would take that. "Eat your food beforw it gets cold again."

"I don't have time to look at every face, I am way too busy hyping up the crowds." As a DJ it was not only her job to play music, but she also had to keep the crowd excited. The more they danced the more they drank and the more money the clubs made. If the clubs did well then they hired her to come back more and that was a good thing. It was all business and business was good. During all of that there was no time to mingle, she barely had time to think so she had no idea who were regulars or not. "Too good for them huh?" She smirked, knowing how he viewed her. They were like siblings and that protective brother vibe suited him well, although she could handle herself just fine without him. Without any of the group. All three of the guys were protective of her, it was pretty nice. Mack however liked the challenge of finding all of them dates, it's what made him unique. "I'm going to tell Mack to work on you next." She teased, sticking her tongue out at him.

"I think we both know that I would dare." Brinley took the chance to embarrass her friends whenever she could, and she used the opportunities like a weapon. They all were taller than her, and likely stronger being guys, so she had to use whatever ammo she got. Having Mack focus in on Cam would get him good for sure, and it would ensure that Mack didn't focus as much on her. She was not into it right now and besides, Cam needed to get out there more. For as long as she's known him, which hasn't been that long at all, he never dated. All he did was work and hang out with the group, he was boring. Brin definitely amused herself making fun of her friends in her own head. "Oh please, he lives for this stuff. He's always keeping an eye out for all three." She pointed out, making her way back the livingroom where her laptop was. If she wasn't going to be working on it then she wanted to put it away to keep it safe.

Brinley took her purple laptop to her room, placing it on her desk before returning to him with a sassy gait and a pointed finger in his direction. "He knows better than to focus on me with anything, so try it I dare you banana head." She pursed her small lips at him, falling back onto the couch with a plop. A little relaxing would do her some good, sleeping probably would too but she would spend some time with Cam before then. They hung out with the group when they weren't working so they haven't hung out with just them two in some time. "Excuse me? Who's we? I have been working my butt off on the new track and it's almost done." She sassed, crossing her arms in front of her. For someone so small she sure held in a lot of attitude and energy, which was a good thing in her line of work. If she wasn't tough people would take advantage of her so easily. The guys have, and would, jump in if ever she was in trouble, but they all knew she could handle herself just fine. She was small but mighty. "Just a few tweaks left to do and then it'll be perfect."

"Don't take a bite if you can't handle the spice." Brinley knew she could be a bit much at times, but she figured if someone couldn't handle it then they weren't worth her time. It kept the creeps away too and that was worth something. There were plenty at the clubs and they didn't want to fight to get their "prize." The thought alone was enough to make her shiver uncomfortably, it wasn't pleasant to be hit on by people you didn't want to be hit on by. She waved the thought away after a minute and looked at Cam, shrugging her shoulders. The track was nearly finished but something about it just wasn't right. Being a perfectionist was annoying sometimes, but she was known as the best for a reason. Clubs kept hiring her back for a reason; she tried not to sound so full of herself and she truly was humble at the end of the day. She just put a lot of pressure on herself. "They always want something fresh, mixing songs isn't as easy as it looks...but I'll do my best to get it done before then. I have time."