E.E.B.

“Oh, God. No, I am most certainly not.”

penn’s smile widened the slightest bit as her finger’s grazed his hand, almost taking on a boyish quality. “i’ve been called worse,” he joked, taking a sip of his smoothie. “most people just call me penn, though.” he let himself get a good look at her now that they were face to face. there were plenty of good looking people on the lot, but there was something different about her; he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “so does this pretty face have a name to go with it, or are you gonna make me guess?”

The one thing about L.A. was that if a guy was good looking - he knew it. Someone’s uncle’s friend who once took a cell phone picture of a Teen Mom told him he had a nice face and it was over. Ego goes from zero to a hundred in a snap and a new Insta model is born. While Penn was definitely cute and she was grateful that he’d saved her phone, his last comment gave Erin pause. Normally she’d give her name, smile a bit more and see what happened. Not today. “Now that you mention it...” she started, taking a small step backwards, “The guessing thing sounds more entertaining.”

“Okay, and what are the odds that my heel would break and I’d run out of superglue on the same evening? Because, let me tell you, I’m usually prepared for all of these eventualities.” Not for anything she carried said superglue on her multi-purpose canvas bag - there was anything a girl might need, including her personal sewing kit, and one of her brother’s extra beanies, along with snacks for whoever might have a sudden blood sugar drop in her vicinity. Reagan glared down at her offending mules - the trendy pair she’d snagged on a decent enough sample sale - still keeping her foot slightly suspended from the ground. Why had she decided to ditch her emergency shoes, again? She sighed, her gaze finding @ebitfield‘s, and showed the younger girl a rueful smile. Not that she was really feeling the humor of her situation yet.

Erin felt for her. Truly. “I...man, that sucks.” Shuffling forward, she moved to help Reagan balance, smiling awkwardly at the people who passed without helping. They needed to think quick because barefoot was definitely not an option in this bar. Or was it? Glancing around, Erin asked, “Barefoot seems like a sketchy idea, right? It’s all I am coming up with, though.”

“I was gonna say CSI, but it’s giving out my having old people tastes, isn’t it?” He chuckled, shaking his head quickly, all the while keeping the grin on his face. “I’m even more psyched that they wanted me to rehash a previous character. Sometimes you don’t get that continuity. How have you been enjoying filming here, though? is it your second year, now?”

“I picked Law and Order. We can hang out in the retirement home together.” she laughed softly, her grin matching his. 

“I love when that happens in shows. It makes their world feel more realistic as people come in and out of their lives.” Nodding, she continued, “I can’t believe it, but, yeah. It’s still surreal to come here everyday.”

“I used to think I was a Chris E. type of girl but, y’know, it’s really disconcerting how.. handsome Chris H. happens to be. Although he looks very little like I’m used to seeing comic-book Thor, which is part of what makes me both confused and attracted.” The long blond hair only worked in very precise situations, she thought, most of them involving surfer dudes with actual surfboards and wet sand on their abs. For the most part. She closed her eyes briefly as she chewed, shaking her head to get the images off her brain, then smiled sheepishly. “Are we dressing up? I feel like this is one of those events where you gotta dress up. Right?”

“I don’t think it’s a Harry Potter level of dress up.” she answered honestly, contemplating what they could wear. “But I do think one of my many Marvel shirts would be appropriate.” They could go all out but then the chances would be greater that they were recognized. “I could do you hair like Valkyrie if you wanted. That would look cute with dark pants and a nice top.”

“I don’t think I’ve grown a lot into it, to tell you the truth. Just enough that most people don’t associate me with Barney, but that’s about where it ends. With a show as established as yours – most of us don’t realize just how many familiar faces guest starred here and there.”

“Seriously,” she started with a laugh, “It’s like ‘Law and Order’. Everyone has guested at least once. Anyhow, welcome back! It’s nice to see a friendly face around here.” 

moving through the lot during the morning rush, penn held his smoothie close to his chest – though most of the others moved around him without him having to tilt in the slightest. not everyone moved, though, and his shoulder collided with someone else’s. he saw their phone fly through the air, and with his quick reflexes caught it before it could tumble to the ground. he turned to the person – a pretty girl he’d seen before around the lot – and gave her his most charming smile. “you dropped this,” he said, holding the phone out to her; admittedly not his best line, but it would do. // @ebitfield

It hadn’t been the best morning for Erin. She’d woken up late, forgot that she hadn’t gone to the grocery store, got stuck in traffic but thankfully she wasn’t the only one running behind as she read an email telling her that her scenes for the day were delayed. She couldn’t breathe easy, however, as someone bumped into her from behind, her body reacting to hold her iced coffee tighter as her phone flew in the air. 

It was as if her life flashed before her eyes, phone in the air, but suddenly it was all okay as the guy who she presumed bumped into her caught it. Once her heart settled she realized that she recognized him from around the lot though she really didn’t know him well. Reaching out for her phone her fingers brushed against his palm as she did so.  “And you’re a lifesaver.” Erin responded, her smile wide with relief.

“but your stories are so cute when that happens!” she cooed, pulling out her phone and opening the twitter app. “that’s actually a great idea; wanna tag team it? that way we have a better chance of getting more than just ‘who’s your celebrity crush?’ or ‘when are you and dylan gonna date?’“

“Do you think Zenith would be upset if we started telling people we have a sister wife scenario going on with Dyl? Think that’ll appease the fans?” she asked as she also reached for her phone bypassing the most recent addition to her family group chat. It was inevitable that they’d get most of the same questions but maybe if they were lucky they’d get an insightful fan or two. 

“oh, i’ve been dealing with angry lyan fans since they decided to break up in season nine; i can take ‘em.” she winked, closing the magazine again. she’d learned to tune out overzealous fans long ago. she and dylan were thick as thieves regardless of whether they were dating onscreen or not, and that was all that mattered to her. “yeah, of course! i tried doing a solo facebook live thing last week and i got overwhelmed, so having a partner would make things better – especially if it’s you.”

“Whenever I start an Insta story I blank, like, almost immediately. I have no idea what to say. I just ramble and hope people are watching.” Only Chloe Bennett had her beat with the number of times she messed up what she was going to say, falling into giggles that prolonged her stories way past appropriate. “Maybe I’ll tweet out asking for questions. That usually gets a good reaction.” 

“i asked if you wanted to try that new sushi place on the corner. i’ve never been the biggest sushi person, but it’s been a while; maybe sushi deserves a second chance.”

“Oh.” she replied simply, frowning slightly as that wasn’t anything close to what she had thought she heard. “Yeah, sure. That sounds fun. I actually haven’t had sushi in while either.”