Who Run the World? {Kensi&&Reggie}

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Nothing major had ever happened in Reggie's life. She had been born into a family that had money. They had a comfortable house and money to do things with when they wanted. She had two brothers and a mom and dad. She got along well with most people. She had gotten her way with moving away from her family when she was sixteen, and she had even gotten her way with becoming a photographer. So, if her life had been pretty decent, why did have commitment problems? Why did she want to go out and party her life away? Recently, she had been seeing this guy name Anthony. She thought things were going well between them, and by well, that means they were sleeping together and hanging out whenever she wanted to. But today, Anthony told her he wanted to be in a relationship with her. He wanted them to be exclusive. That had made Reggie laugh, mostly because she thought he was joking around with her. But no, he was serious, and he didn't really like the fact that she was laughing at him. When she realized that he was being dead serious, she got uncomfortable. She explained to him that she didn't want a relationship. All she wanted was company and sex. She didn't want to be tied down. He tried to change her mind by telling her how well they worked together and all that bullshit, but she was dead-set in her ways. 

After he was done yelling at her about how she should've been straight with him from the start and how hurt he was by her actions, he stormed off. Reggie lit up a joint after he left, and she called Kensi, her best friend. They did everything together, and they shared everything with each other. It was funny. They were basically the same person; they fit so well together. They both loved to party, sleep around, and just be girls. When she got the voicemail, she hung up, and sent her a text. 

There's a party at the old warehouse...you going? I need to go, so meet me there. Anthony just chewed me out. Explain later.

Was what she sent to her. After that, she put on an outfit, and she made her way to the warehouse district. There was a party going on by a local DJ who wanted to get his name out there more. It was lowkey, since they didn't want the cops shutting it down, but it was massive on the inside. The warehouse had six floors, and there were masses of people on all six floors. The higher up you went, the quieter it got, though the music never left completely. Reggie made her way up to the roof, leaning on the edge, looking out at the city. It was a beautiful site, but she could never come here during the day to take pictures. It would be easy for the cops to spot her up here during the day, and they didn't really approve of people breaking and entering into abandoned buildings for some reason. She lit a cigarette, looking at her phone while she took her first drag. 

Up on the roof.

She sent to Kensi. It would've taken her hours to find Reggie if she wouldn't have told her the exact location she was at. 

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[Kensington Olivia Summers]

Life in New York was a blast for the English girl with the Southern heart. She got to party the nights away, sleep and study the days. She put in a little time at the coffee shop just because it filled some time in her day and not because she needed the money. She might have grown up fairly modestly on the shores of Tybee Island but there was money in their family, more than enough for two lifetimes thanks to the inheritance her grandparents left to her mother. Still, Kensi didn’t need much from life. She wanted her PhD in History, she wanted to do something creative with that and she wanted to waste her remaining months as a teenager and the following decade partying the nights away. Not that she exactly admitted she was still only nineteen, not anywhere near the legal drinking limit in New York State. Or anywhere in America for that matter but she wasn’t going to point that out, especially since her pretty fake ID said she was twenty two.

She was seriously considering saying bye-bye to the Java Stop and saying hello to doing something else. She almost felt like she had outgrown it, even though she hadn’t been there all that long. Mostly, it was the fact that she hated being a Barista but it was something to do. When she had first moved to New York with her brother she’d been trying to change her ways a little bit. After the scare in Europe, Kensi hadn’t wanted another like it. So far she wasn’t doing a superior job of it but she also wasn’t really ready to admit to that. No, keeping the barista job was her way of balancing out the not so good things that she’d done and will do. So even though she swore up and down nearly every shift that she was going to leave and not look back, she returned for her next shift, thankful she only took on a part-time position as opposed to the poor saps who were there every day. That must have been a serious pain in the ass.

Kensi was packing up her things after her shift when she got Reggie’s first text message. A quick reply later, she was on her way home to shower and sort through her clothes for a viable choice. Slutty but not so much that it put thoughts into people’s minds. She was after a good night, she wasn’t after anything more than that; at least, not at the start of the night. Who really knew what the night would bring. In record time, Kensi was showered with her hair and makeup done, wrapped in a towel and standing in her closet, looking at her options. She’d already had something in mind so dug it out and put it on, adding some accessories before shoving her feet into a pair of her favourite shoes and making sure her phone, wallet and keys were in her purse before heading out for the night.

The address Reggie gave her was a pretty wicked place and after getting inside, it was obvious she wouldn’t find her friend if she hadn’t gotten that text from her first. The place was packed and Kensi had a feeling it was going to lead to an interesting night. As quickly as she could, she found the stairs and climbed to the top, reaching the roof access. It was a bitch to get to without being pulled into a dance, as proved by the fact that she’d been pulled into three in fact before she’d even found the stairs. “Couldn’t have waited by a bar?” She asked, stepping up next to her friend’s side. “Probably would have been pulled into less dances that way.” She continued with a shake of her head. “Three before I’d even found the stairs, in case you were wondering.” She finished, looking out over the city she had come to love rather quickly.

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No matter how far away you got from the DJ, you couldn't escape the music. Reggie was honestly surprised the cops hadn't been called with how loud the music was, especially the bass. Then again, no one really came down to these parts after dark. There was no reason to be here during the day, unless you had a job at one of the open warehouses, let alone a reason to come here after everything was closed down. But the song that the DJ was spinning was one of Reggie's favorite songs to dance to, and since Reggie was not shy at all, she began to dance in place. To other's, it would look like Reggie had already been intoxicated when in reality, she had yet to have one drop of alcohol today. 

She did a little twirl on the balls of her feet before hearing Kensi's voice. She stopped dancing and got a huge, goofy grin on her face. Reggie barely had any female friends or any close friends for that matter. The only person she had ever been close to was Apollo, and since she had decided to move to New York, she had stopped talking to him. Now, that's not saying the tall brunette didn't have any friends. She had lots of friends! She just never really talked to them unless she saw them. They were party friends. They drank and did drugs together, and then they all went on their merry, separate ways. Except Kensi. There had been something special in Kensi that Reggie had seen when they first met. So she decided to take a chance on her, and they had been inseparable ever since. 

"You know damn good and well that if I had stayed by the bar to wait for you, I wouldn't be talking with you right now. I'd be off drinking with some guy, trying to score some."

She laughed, doing a little shimmy at the end of her sentence. 

"Besides, it's beautiful outside tonight, and I love looking at the buildings from up here."

She added. Reggie hadn't brought her camera tonight. She never brought it to parties. She didn't want anything to happen to the pictures she had on there or the camera itself. She used her phone to take pictures at parties. 

"Three whole dances... wow."

She mocked, smirking deviously at her friend. 

"You should've just stayed next to the walls like I had to do. It's so much easier than having to dance your way towards an exit."

She told Kensi, reaching into her clutch to pull out a cigarette box. She popped it open to reveal about six joints, and she took one out. She placed it in between her lips and lit it up. When she was done with the single hit, she held it out to Kensi as an offering. 

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[Kensington Olivia Summers]

Kensi loved New York’s nightlife. It had been one of the reasons she’d applied to school in the city in the first place. She’d wanted to explore the world and everyone who didn’t live in New York had New York on their bucket lists. If she’d been able to go earlier, she would have but the farthest she’d been from Georgia on the East coast was Washington and that had been on a class trip back during her junior year when she’d uncharacteristically chosen a civics course. She had passed the course, because she forced herself to keep up her grades. She was by no means an honour roll student but she was a solid B student, working her ass off to get a good enough grade to get her into a good college but nothing Ivy League; those cost a fortune anyway and her parents had to put two kids of the same age through college not just one.

New York as it turned out, really was the perfect place for the Georgian peach. She could be herself, party until dawn, sleep til ten before heading off to class like a good little student, everyone unawares of what she’d gotten up to the night before. Kensi raised her brow, looking at Reggie. “Trying?” She asked, with a smirk. “Are we going to be playing that game tonight? Because I think I’d pull more.” She said, grinning mischievously. A night out always led to drinks, dances and games like these. Back in Georgia, she lived in a town like those stupid high school movies where everyone in school had everyone else’s numbers. They didn’t care overmuch if you were gothic, emo, prep or jock, if there was a bonfire in a field somewhere, everyone was invited to go. Of course, where she grew up there were really wasn’t that much diversity. And you could split the crowd fairly easily based solely on their music choices. You had country or Rock and Roll at the end of it. Some people fit well in both, some just fit one category but they played it all. “It would have been more but I pushed a few of them towards other people.” She said with a shrug.

Kensi smiled, giving her friend a knowing look. “Now where is the fun of moving around people in a building packed so tightly with people you can’t take a step without someone feeling you up?” She asked in her most innocent voice. She was by no means an innocent young girl. She’d done far too much in too short a time to ever be considered innocent. But that was Kensi and she knew there was no point in trying to be anything else. Much like the wild stallions, she would probably never be tamed. “Come on, Reggie! Let’s go get groped!” She said, laughing, dancing away from her friend, and the edge of the building back towards the door. She was there to drink and dance, not stand on the roof and look out at the city she had quickly come to love.

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<sub>Reggie had barely made it through high school, and she knew she wasn't the type for college. She knew that she would've dropped out within the first week of starting college, or she would've gotten kicked out for not attending her classes or doing her homework. She had never been one to do her homework, especially when it was math homework or science homework. She didn't really need any of those things in her life to make her better at her career. She firmly believed that people didn't need education to prevail in life. She thought that people had things in life that they were good at and meant to do. For her, it was photography. For others, it could've been being a doctor. She thought people were placed on this Earth in order to do something of their talents. 

"In those boots, I wouldn't object to you getting more tail than me."

She told her, giving her friend a once over before grinning. Reggie had no problem checking other girls out. She was very open about her sexuality, which was fluid. She also knew when to say a girl looked good or bad. It was just admiring, and if you couldn't admire how your best friend looked, then who could you admire? 

She finished off her beer, laying the bottle on the floor before following her best friend down the steps to the rager downstairs. Reggie loved hanging out with Kensi. Kensi knew how to have fun, the kind of fun Reggie liked to have. Kensi didn't judge Reggie for doing something stupid at a party, and Kensi also understood if Reggie left her at the party to go home with a guy. Kensi was exactly like Reggie, only a few years younger than her. Reggie hadn't really stumbled upon many people who liked to party as much as she did. She also hadn't met many people who were willing to be set aside for the night for a person of the other gender. 

When the two got downstairs, Reggie pulled Kensi to her, dancing to the beat of the music that had gotten loud as they descended the stairs. 

"Dancing is so much better than standing on that roof. You were so right about that."

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[Kensington Olivia Summers]

Kensi wasn’t the party animal she’d been back in Georgia but she was still pretty damn wild. In some ways, when she thought about it, she was probably worse now that she was in New York. The city wasn’t a small town where everyone knew everyone else and all their business. She could get away with the flings and one night stands that were completely impossible on Tybee Island. She went to school with everyone her age in the small town. By morning, everyone and their mother’s would know who did what. It was a miracle any of them got on the way they did without anyone else really knowing. There were rumours of course but no one quite knew for certain if anything happened between this one and that one or anyone else. Kensi couldn’t say she’d gotten around in that sense, though she had made out with her fair share of her class but she’d only ever actually slept with three of them and one of which no one really knew about. That would have been one of the rumours circling around but she wasn’t about to tell and he certainly wasn’t the type to air his laundry, dirty or otherwise. Plus, they’d kept it up all through the last two years of high school, stopping only when one of both of them had other people in their lives. But it never lasted long and they were back at it once again.

For the blonde, it had been a long time ago but she knew if they were both back on the Island, both single, she knew things between them would start heating up once again. They loved each other but it wasn’t one of those all consuming attractions. They could both walk away on good terms and know they were still friends, could still talk if one or the other needed someone who knew all. She never cheated on any of her boyfriends but the second they broke up, she’d been back in his arms. She almost missed it in New York but the city always had someone who was willing to take home a pretty blonde with an accent; something to cross of a list. There were times when she really didn’t mind being another notch in a bedpost, because she was doing exactly that to the man she went home with. “These are my lucky boots.” Kensi teased, kicking her foot up behind her as she spun around, catching the eye of a man on the roof, doing what Reggie was, having a couple drags of a cigarette or something else. She smirked and gave him a little wink before turning her attention back to her friend. If he was still interested after she left the roof, he could search her out. If not, well, there were plenty of other fish in the building she could hook.

Downstairs was packed and Kensi loved the press of bodies surrounding her. She let the music steal her away, spinning and shimmying to the heavy bass of the beat. She slowly spun around, someone catching at her waist and she looked up through her lashes. He was a gorgeous man, sexy as hell and probably knew it, too but Kensi didn’t mind. It was only a dance, she caught Reggie’s eye and grinned her wicked grin as she held up one fingers, laughing. She spent the length of the song, pressing her body to his almost indecently, running her hands up and down his chest when she faced him, nipping at his lower lip, teasing before the song ended and she spun away, waving Reggie down if she saw, hopefully following her to the nearest bar if she wasn’t preoccupied herself. Kensi could do with a drink. When she caught the eye of the bartender, she held up two fingers and pointed at her preferred choice of liquor. For a underground rave,t he bar was well stocked and Kensi loved that more than anything else about the night. She tossed back both shots waiting for Reggie to catch up to her; Reggie, or the man she’d been dancing with!

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