She Gets What She Wants

I don’t think anyone will judge if you drink as much as you need to get through it. Well– No, okay, some people might. But only… a certain kind of people, you know? Are you getting a lot of taxes talk?

Super deep and moody, definitely but you are talking to a guy who  owns a lot of ‘Dido’ CDs so I’m cool with it. Besides, being nostalgic  on prom night is totally normal. That was our whole life for, like,  ever. At least that’s what it felt like at the time and now it’s not. [ He smiled, hesitating before offering a little shrug - he could be in his feelings too, or something ] I am also the guy who moved outta here, planned to never look back,  become a pro-footballer and, I dunno, die rich. Instead, I’m back here,  coaching my high school team. Subbing classes. Wearing a tie. Things don’t always work  out the way you think but that’s not a bad thing. And you can always  reconnect.  

[ Laughs ] Oh my god, no. Stop,  before someone hears us and we end up having to go on the run. Ha, yeah.  Yeah, of course I’ll suffer with you. Maybe we can draw a, um,  whatchamacallit, salt circle on one of the tables at least. [ Danny had heard it, felt the silence she was sure to gloss over at warp  speed. Felt the tug in his chest as he glanced down, failing to fight  off a smile. Everything was so complicated… And yet. He held her hand  anyway.] Solidarity, right? We’re gonna make it forsure.

Danny, I don’t know which is more worrying, that you own more than one Dido CD, or that you still use CD’s. I thought you were better than this, honestly. I don’t know, I always kind of had this crush on a guy who didn’t even take me on something close to a date until freshman year of college, so I’d say I definitely didn’t peak in high school. But totally speak for yourself and everything, if those were the greatest days of your life, then by all means don’t let me interrupt the memories [she laughs and winks so he doesn’t take her too seriously]. Babe, don’t forget that I failed at moving away, too. We all have dreams that we failed to achieve or whatever. We just have to move on and try to live our bliss in whatever way we can now. The past is just a building block for your life, not a blueprint. The future can be whatever you want it to be, okay? You act like you’re all totally zen about this, but I know you too well for that, don’t I? What, who are you trying to reconnect to anyway? Your favorite football coach?

I know, my petite fromage. Like, adults don’t play beer pong? My mind is totally blown. I feel amazingly out of place and super bored. And I found a wine that I aggressively hate, which has broken my heart. Save me.

Adults totally should play beer pong. It might make them more interesting. At least when we were away at college the guys I was pretending to care about investment banking for were paying for my drinks. How did we not crash the prom after party? I’m literally going to lose my mind if you don’t take me away from this madness [she says, as dramatically as she can possibly can]. Ew, was it a white wine? I hate white wine. It only goes well with fish, which...ew.

Oh, Bri. Bri, Bri, Bri… You’re going about this all wrong. Let me suggest an alternative way to look at things here. Yes, it’s an adult party and yes, that does suggest a certain level of, shall we say, dullness. But! If you act smart, it can be a wild ride. You just need to know which Havensdale parents have the loosest lips after a few wines. Victoria Harvelle? Every story is literally so scandalous and juicy, I’m not even mad she “accidentally” brushed my iconic ass. Paige Vanderbilt, hello gossip. PS. I am still angling to be the new father of her kids. TBD on this. Fred Porter with the right questions… Full of secrets. Now, listen here, you’ve got this. You can do anything. Anything!

Oh no no no. Morrison, you should know by now that my whole personality relies on being the exact opposite. I don’t think I’d even know how to act smart if I tried. You’ll just have to finesse the crowd and let me follow along behind you, riding your coattails until the party ends. I’ll do the obligatory horoscope reading, of course, I’ll pull up a few birth charts and everything, I can even break out the old tarot deck I tried to learn how to use in middle school if you want me to. But--I know, I know. It’s not real magic when I do it. Really? Victoria Harvelle? I never would have guessed. You need to introduce me, like now. Mhh, that makes sense, the Vanderbilt family basically built this town--or they like to say they did, anyway--so I can’t say I’m surprised. Ian! You’re too hot to be a baby daddy. Aim higher. Think professional modeling in Paris. Noooo, we can do anything.

Tell me about it. I’d ask my mom but I’ve not seen her yet. She might have stayed behind to help clean up or something else just, super, adulty. I’m honestly still scared that I’m committing tax fraud, like, somehow and I don’t even know it. These parties are kinda scary. You wanna hold my hand? Maybe burn some sage?

Oh, your mom. She’s just so....mom-y. Honestly, I miss her. It’s weird, you know? The whole moving away from the small town you’ve always lived in, and then coming back to to have everything be so different. I feel like I haven’t seen so many people I used to see all the time. But I guess high school was the only thing keeping us all connected. [she sighs and waves a hand to dismiss that thought] Oof, was that like, super deep and moody for a party? Sorry, i guess I’m in my feelings or something. You can totally ignore me for the rest of the night if I’m killing your vibe.

                           Has anyone seen my girlfriend? [Just saying that word out loud to other people made her ridiculously giddy.] I went to the bathroom and now she’s probably schmoozing and being a little social butterfly, but I stopped and got us some wine.

[winks and taps their wine glasses together in a little ‘cheers’ motion, only she actually says the word CLINK when she does it] Wine is totally better than a girlfriend anyway, so you made the right choice. Kidding! I’m 100% kidding. And a little tipsy, but if you tell anyone that I’ll outright deny it. [waves her hand around the room and squints like she’s looking] Is she a tall blonde with stilettos on? No? Hmm, maybe she’s in the kitchen...

                            Oh, Uh, no. No one’s sitting there. (mumbled under her breath) Sure, feel free to take up the entire table it’s fine.

Okay, great. Thanks! I didn’t think so, but it’s so good to have the confirmation, you know?

Out of all the dreams Sebastian had about swapping bodies with people, Nathan definitely wasn’t his first choice. And yeah, he was about 86 percent sure that this was a dream too, but out of all the things Sebastian was… he wasn’t wasteful. If he was going to be stuck in his brother’s body, he was going to take advantage of it. “Oh, please, keep ‘em coming all night. Put it on my tab.”

“Oh...I don’t--I don’t work here.” Right? Yeah, right. She was basically 100% certain she didn’t work here. But there was also the question of whether he actually thought she worked here, or if he was just flirting. He was pretty cute... “But I can flag someone down who does, if you need.” She said, flashing her most charming smile. At least she remembered how to flirt. And that she was damn good at it.

This town’s so….cute. I could totally see myself liking it here. Do I like it here? Wait–do I live here? God, I’ve got to stop drinking so much….At least, I think I drink. This is so weird, can somebody come tell me why I don’t remember anything, please? It’s starting to freak me out!

petty scale (1-10, feel free to include examples): 7/10

likes: Sparkles, summer dresses, red nail polish, boys who hold the door, not having to pay for drinks, Shelley, meditation, daisies.

dislikes: long goodbyes, having to talk about her feelings, cheap cologne, split ends, negative energy, people who wake up before 9am.

biggest crushes (if applicable): Currently no one.

fave meme (if applicable):

#quickfacts

Has used the fact that she can put her leg behind her head to get her free drinks in bars in eleven different states.

She’d never done a load of laundry herself before she went to college, and decided she hated it so much that she paid a boy from down the hall to do it for her. She still does that here in Havensdale.

She's obsessed with anything pumpkin spice and she doesn’t care who calls it lame.

She’s the only Havensdale Vixen in town history to break three different toes during two completely separate cheer practices.

She regrets not taking school more seriously before she knew all the secrets of the supernatural.

cinnamon roll meme placement (ie: x): Looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll (but is quickly on her way to becoming a cinnamon roll who could actually kill you). intro song: Miss Atomic Bomb -- The Killers who pays for their netflix?: Shelley’s mom (she uses Shelley’s netflix)

“Don’t joke about that, Bri. It’s not worth it. I promise you, it’s so not worth it. If you want a spell, I’d ask Ian. He probably has sort of good stuff up his sleeves. When he wears sleeves, that is.” At the reference to her mother, Shelley couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose a little bit. The last thing she wanted to talk about was her mother. “There are some fun, only slightly creepy websites that are helpful-ish. And Ian. Ian is most of my research. Bitch, do I look like I embroider?”

She sobers up almost instantly, frowning a little in concern at her closest friend. “I know, Shells. It really sucks, doesn’t it? I wish I could do something to help.” But she’s painfully human, and ever-so lost in this new world. “Would he give one to me though? I feel like there’s probably some witchy code that says he’s not allowed to give spells to humans or something. Ooh would it count if he gave the spell to you and then you gave it me? How do spells even work, really?” She asked, not really expecting Shelley to know or have an answer. “Only slightly? I saw one where people claim they’re actually vampires, but it’s painfully obvious that they’re just people who pretend to be vampires, and they do stuff like drink cows blood and never go outside. That was super creepy. Ian should write a book. Probably only like, us two would buy it, but we don’t have to tell him until after he’s done with it. Bitch, I don’t know.” Brianna giggled. “It could be a new hobby. I’ve seen less likely things happen in the past year.”

“Alright, alright I’ll hold back on the tease…ing. Vegans and hitch-hikers, huh? You sure you’re not imagining Havensdale’s some kinda weirdo slasher flick with a low budget and cheap jump scares? I mean, you’re not wrong there either but still. That’s alotta disaster to think up in one phone call. Nothin’ left except Sal’s ‘cause we both know that there’s nothing that can take that place down. You do?” Jake raised his eyebrows towards her before breaking out into a grin. You could always count on Brianna Barnes be her genuine, unchanged self and for that he was grateful. “Damn straight. Every day.”

“Ha, maybe I am. Like one of those AMC summer specials where all the kids get murdered at summer camp. We’re totally that town with all the murderers, though, right? You know, the one where we never think it’s out of the ordinary, but new people are like....wow you guys live like this? You’re right, you might start thinking she was fake if she rattled all of that off. Sal’s is like a cockroach, and I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the world ended and it was still standing. The only left left around, the vague smell of old eggs hanging around forever.” She grinned back, giving him a slow shrug. “I guess I’m just charitable that way. Mhh yes, that was why. I knew you’d compliment me more if I forgave you. Speaking of prom--” She winked to let him know she was perfectly aware that they weren’t talking about prom and she had just decided to change the subject. “--Are you chaperoning? I saw they were looking for people, but it feels like it might be kind of weird to go back there so soon, you know?”

To a…? Oh. [ She started laughing at the dramatic lowering ] Well, do you wanna know something pretty wild? Even if I was one hundred percent positive thoughts and pure energy magic, I’m not today. Not right now. There’s no [ she waggled her fingers ] ‘sha’ in my 'zam’. So if we do anything but drink today, I’m totally down to take some free lessons from the real master here. Let’s prayer circle, let’s dance… I’m down. We could be pretty scary when we wanted to be but that might just have been because we had to be at all these cheer comps. Now that was kill or be killed. Ah! I love you! Mm, I think she’s just not that into prom. You know Rach, she wants to graduate before anything and then get the hell outta this one pony town. Each to their own, huh? Yes! You so get it. I just want her to have a good time. She’s only gonna be seventeen once and it should totally come with all those movie moments. The kids need to appreciate us, we’re awesome. We already did all of this and survived. Stop. I mean, lowkey, [ she lowered her voice dramatically too ] it’ll always be Ricky’s place.

Yeah. A you-know-what. Wait, really? Ian mentioned something about that earlier, actually, before some--weird stuff happened. But okay, are you like....alright, is this something that happens sometimes, or are you maybe getting sick? You know there was this one time in High School where I got this major head cold, and I could do a single back flip. It totally threw me off my game. Maybe it’s like that. Ooh, free, huh? I charge for this magic mojo advice. Kidding, if you want me to break out the candles and the incense, just say the words. God, we were the worst, weren’t we? Like in a total girl posse, kick-ass kinda way. Everybody wanted to be us and nobody knew how. I don’t know, I did the graduation and get out thing, and I still ended up back here, so maybe she’ll find herself back in little ol’ Havensdale before long. We’re definitely gonna miss her particular brand of concerned realism, aren’t we? We can make that happen....we should hire someone to follow her around and give her compliments. What about Benjy Montgomery? He’s really grown into himself recently. Most of us survived. Leo’s still surviving. [looks around like someone might hear and say something] Yes. I was thinking this exact thing. That’s what happens when you’re an icon.