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horrible thick French accent, Zoe mimicked the reporter. “Oh, Infinity! You are so beautiful. My readers love you, with your dark exotic features and beautiful, black hair with the sky-blue, how you say? Highlights….and your beautiful mocha skin…” She wiggled her eyebrows before continuing. “We learned that you are one of the many orphans from the horrific Fire and Ash war and were uh adopted, by beauty guru, Kara.”
    I burst out laughing at how she pronounced Kara, dragging the name out to sound like comma. “Our readers would love to, uh, know so much about you: like what are you?” Zoe shoved the invisible microphone in my face which I promptly swatted away.
    Diego mimicked a facial expression of being thoroughly pissed off by stupid ass questions. I slapped his arm. “Hey, I don’t look like that!”
    He responded, “Oh, yes you do. You get that hot, smoldering look on your face. It’s hot, believe me.”
    Zoe looked at us annoyed, “You two are disrupting my interview with the sexy and very unavailable Infinity.” She paused before going back to her French accent. “Please answer the question.” She held out the invisible microphone in front of Diego.
    He mimicked my voice with an exaggerated high pitch to accompany the dramatic eye roll. “What, like race?”
    Zoe’s big brown doe eyes widened with fake excitement. “Yes!”
    Diego smirked before mimicking me again with another eye roll. “Come on, that’s so irrelevant....”
    Zoe blinked, looking around with a fake shocked face making her long purple bangs swoosh around haphazardly. “Uh, irrelevant?”
    He huffed loudly, his voice even higher, “From what I’ve been told, my mother was Native American and African descent and my father was Caucasian.”
    Zoe leaned in, “That is, uh, what they call bi-racial, no?”
    He pretended to shove away the invisible microphone with distain, “What the fuck man, this stupid ass interview is over.”
    Their performance had me howling with laughter because it was spot on. It was those types of dumb ass reporter questions that cemented my ‘no interviews, ever’ decision. “You two are hilarious. And award goes to....”
    Zoe blew air kisses as she waved her hand with a mock beauty queen wave. “Now if you think that’s acting check out that hot mess.” She pointed over to the scrambling reporters and cameras flashing.
    We watched the cameras flash again. Leaning in to see a couple that we recognized step out of a limousine. The woman was a red head, wearing a skirt so short that her pale ass cheeks hung out as she swung around giving everyone a full show as she posed, smiling for the cameras.
    Zoe nudged me in the side.
    “Uh, really?” Giving her an evil look as I rubbed my side, “Yes, I see her skanky ass cheeks.”
    Diego pressed his nose to the window like a drooling dog. “Angelique. Damn that’s a mighty fine ass.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Zoe, who looked at him with disgust. I busted out laughing. Angelique was one of our running jokes, and Zoe’s nightmare, because of Angelique’s eclectic sexual taste which now included her dogged pursuit of Zoe as her next sexual conquest.
    Zoe looked at him snidely. “Who are you talking about? Angelique, or the yummy Basketball player?”
    I high-fived her, “Good one, Zoe.”
    Zoe blinked her eyelashes prettily, looking at him with fake innocence. “What? It was a legitimate question given your sexual taste.”
    He gave Zoe a nasty look, “You know that I was talking about Angelique.”
    Zoe smirked, reaching over and rubbing his muscular thigh soothingly. “Sure you were.”
    He snarled, swatting her hand away.
    I looked at them incredulously. “This is crazy. She looks about thirty years younger than she did a week ago.” Angelique was notoriously known for working hard at looking young, and she wasn’t shy about letting people know about her multiple cosmetic surgeries. But this? This was definitely something