she's the giggle at a funeral ;;

“NOPE,” and it’s only because Sienna did not think this one through… yet. Usually, she would go along, and come up with something on the spot, but this required far too much effort at the moment, and she wasn’t simply having it today. “Although, I am SURE it won’t be anything extreme – everything will be under control and moderately acceptable to do in a public area, around the people; PG stuff, or whatever…” Sienna trailed off, attempting not to give out any more information about this entire thing, which she, clearly, FAILED. There was just something about Erin that was making Six so damn honest, so candid, and she wasn’t sure what it was. She wasn’t going to question it, but it was definitely a thing that she should make a mental note of, for the future. “I do recognize it, in fact, I am extremely GRATEFUL that you’ve never smacked me,” she acknowledged briefly. “I wouldn’t want to be caught off guard and break your arm, or somethin’.”

Six shrugged, “— of course she DOES. It’s just… she knows that I can handle everything on my own, I guess,” partially because she let her believe that things were fine when they clearly were not; that’s where the part of her old self was coming into play – she let her own mother believe that there was nothing that could possibly hurt her, and she wasn’t sure if that was the worst thing she’s ever done. “Why would you want to bring DAVE into this?” She asked in mock offence, “I did tell her I’m really, really GAY, so I don’t think she’d believe you, anyway.” Call it a second coming-out – Sienna didn’t necessarily need to do that, but she figured she’d feel better if she let her mother know that — simple, wasn’t it? “I can do all the talking, you can just stand right next to me and look all pretty, which is… not really a hard thing for you to do, so… We’ll be more than fine,” she reassured. “I sent her the NAILS emoji and then the SHRUG one and she changed the topic, so I don’t know… – is that a bad thing?”

“i’ll find some way to get you to talk,” erin poked the woman’s arm. even if she couldn’t find a way to get the other to talk before the actual wedding, she would have fun at least trying. there was always something so enjoyable about deliberately winding up the taller of the two. “pg and stuff? brennan, have you ever known me to stick to a pg rating? i don’t think it’s even possible.” of course, there was still another side of erin that sienna still hadn’t been presented with that involved with under privileged kids and those that were going through similar things to what she had gone through -- it had started out as a work related obligation and now it was something that she actively took time out of her life to accommodate. for some reason, she couldn’t get herself to share that part. it was private to herself and those she spent time with. “well, to be fair, that could always change. unpredictability is fun, so... watch yourself, brennan,” she smirked. “always with the underestimating. what makes you think that i can’t break your arm?”

“All of the dares can wait ‘til the wedding, I am not going to say anything else on that matter other than that you should PREPARE yourself for everything that’s ‘bout to go down,” of course – what’s a boring, family gathering without having to come up with things to keep yourself entertained? It wasn’t going to be anything extreme – just something distracting enough to help her with staying relatively sane while she was around her family. “Nope, I am THE CHEESE of this family, and I gladly keep the title all for myself,” she quipped. “Only because they have no sense of humour and don’t make PUNS, y’know…” and that’s only because Sienna, from time to time, was actually allowing herself to joke around; her family, on the first glance, didn’t seem like the people straight out of a lifestyle magazine or a stuck up businessman, yet here they were – rich, and sometimes too much to handle, even if it just was for a few hours.

“She will still want to talk to you – after all you’re my GIRLFRIEND, and she NEEDS to know if I treat you right, and shit like that…” trailing off, she leaned back and rested her head on the cushion. “— that’s the thing… I don’t really plan on talking to them, either,” Six said with a faint shrug of her shoulders, “Just the awkward introduction and small talk will do.” At the mention of Diana, Sienna’s eyebrow quirked upwards as her eyes scanned her profile, “She DID ask if there was something a-BREWING between us after she left, so… I guess that just makes everything a little bit more believable.”

“do i not even get a little taster of what’s to come? that’s not fair, brennan. i need to be able to mentally prepare for something like this, especially if you’re going to make me embarrass myself in front of your entire family. i at least deserve some compensation for my troubles,” she made a face. though, to be fair, being dared by the other to do stupid things at a wedding where she knows absolutely no one was more of an enticing thought than a daunting one. she would need to keep herself busy to distract herself from the fact that she’d be surrounded by parents and things that she had cut out of her life, so anything and everything that would get her mind off it would be welcome. “don’t worry, i’ll still call you gouda at the end of the day. i’m sure she won’t challenge you that hard for the title,” erin chuckled. “yeah, well, sometimes your puns make me want to smack the back of your head -- you should recognise how much self control i’ve exhibited over these past few weeks.”

“I’d prefer not to look at it EVER AGAIN, so… if you could just…” as she trailed off, her brows narrowed and her hands immediately moved to shield the screen away from herself. “It was… – That… — HOW DARE YOU?” Good job, Six. Always great with words, that one. She could only do so much as roll her eyes and put her hands on her hips as she shook her head ever so fondly; she probably shouldn’t even continue talking about the photo Erin had just looked up, because, man, it was a DISASTER. “She’s the one who’s getting married, actually,” she answered quickly. “She’s a… Amber is, well… I’d say she’s a little bit tamer version of me, but that’s just ‘cause she’s a wee bit older and… more matured, so I really don’t think she’s going to bother you as much as I ALWAYS do.” After she briefly described her older sister, she made sure to take a seat down next to Erin, still not looking at the screen – JUST IN CASE. “Dad’s a neurotic piece of shit, mom is sickly sweet – not in a fake way – and… Diana’s cool,” she continued, “You’ve met her before – she’s the one that was at the gym with me that one time you’ve decided to swing by.”

QUESTIONABLE FASHION CHOICES? Sure, Sienna was aware that she wasn’t a fashion-forward person, but there was probably nothing WRONG with that, right? Wearing a few combinations of the same outfit was much more efficient than a constant lookout for the newest trends, after all. Clad in only some loose-fitting shirt and a pair of fairly old boxers, she stepped further in to the living room, “— you know, usually, I would have attempted to defend my sister’s honour, but she was the one who basically brought it up upon herself,” the woman pointed out, trying her best not to laugh as much as she wanted to. “I feel like she could’ve picked a better fashion icon than TWIGGY, but that’s… that is her life and it just SUCKS TO BE HER, eh?”

Six: i just thought we're still going with the white suburban mother names, tbh -- yeah, i do, now; i mean, you're a good kisser, but to be speechless for the entire three months? girl, that takes some talent

Six: if you really want to kick my ass, i can say that saying 'tiny jacket' kind of indicated you being tiny as well, so...

Six: i'd like to think i am already pretty decent at it

Six: do we have to dance to them and pretend we're having the time of our lives, though? it's a good suggestion, but is it worth it? wouldn't wanna see your face permamently twisted in disgust, or whatever

Erin: she just didn't want me to tell her boyfriend she got drunk and kissed someone else, but i remember and i have no problem with using this knowledge to benefit me

Erin: i hate you

Erin: i'll be the judge of that, prepare to be tested

Six: claire?

Six: my knight in a tiny, shiny leather jacket ♥

Six: i've been living a pretty decent life without knowing what any of that meant, i think i can go for a little bit longer without it; i still got a few languages to learn anyway

Six: yeah, disregard that, then

Erin: clumsy claire? remember i told you about her? she's the one that kissed me at the work christmas party then refused to talk to me for like three months because of it

Erin: thank fuck you called the jacket tiny otherwise i'd be making a note to kick you ass later

Erin: can't learn any other language until you master italian tho just sayin

Erin: anyway, the station just got another text - it says we've to subtly request cheesy bad songs at the wedding then watch as the chaos ensues - i like the way this dude thinks

Six: since when do you think you have control over me, eh?

Six: MY GRAY HAIRS AND I ARE OFFENDED

Six: i've used good ol' logic; i just feel like this entire lingo thing is too much, especially when you're an adult with an actual job -- trying to catch up with everything would take ages, wouldn't it?

Six: well... that's still a little bit out of my comfort zone, but i'll roll with it for as long as it is harmless for the both of us

Erin: you, basically, you wouldn't have bothered to come back if i didn't - at least, that's what claire said

Erin: imma dye your hair tomorrow don't worry

Erin: you're in your thirties not your thousands, besides it's not like it's necessary to know any of this to be able to live

Erin: it just makes it more fun sometimes

Six: oh, helen, i think i just know myself well enough to know i'd punch myself if it was morally acceptable

Six: I AM A THIRTY-THREE YEAR OLD WOMAN

Six: and this slang stuff is making me feel even older, like, who even came up with that, and why does it have to be a SHIP? the last time i've checked and i am not fedex -- can't arrive at your doorstep the next day, or as soon as it is possible

Six: WAIT

Six: is thAT WHERE IT CAME FROM???

Six: i guess they DID get the hot part right, so...

Six: not sure about the fantasies; they don't even know how i look like, do they?

Erin: okay, listen, meredith, punching yourself is only allowed when i allow it

Erin: LIKE I SAID YOURE OLD

Erin: probably? i haven't exactly looked into the history of shipping, i only did a quick google search so there's that

Erin: yeah, i'm hot it's a miracle i'm still single

Erin: actually it's not, but that's besides the point

Six: listen, tracy, i would fight my own reflection 'cause, damn, that woman is terrible

Six: like ship what? what does the ship have to do with anything? where are we supposed to dock it?? erIN HELP??

Six (a bit later): no, but seriously, that's cute -- they don't even know me, and yet, they trust me enough to ship me with you

Erin: you're right about that, barbara

Erin: jfc i literally cannot with you right now

Erin: ... you googled it didn't you

Six: alright, alright, alright, joanne

Six: i'm sorry, love

Six: i am a big girl, i can fight him; pretty sure i shouldn't, but i am just throwing it out there, you know, just in case

Six: heard that! you're a genius. boy, we're going to have a fantastic time

Erin: shut up, doreen

Erin: you should be

Erin: brennan, you'd fight your own reflection if challenged, is there anyone you WOULDN'T fight at this rate