Doomed.

Bea’s hands are shaking as she lights up a cigarette, desperately resisting the urge to squeeze her fist as hard as she can and see if she can destroy something, anything, be it the pack of cigarettes in one hand or the lighter in the other.

She takes a shaky breath.

“ Ah. I kind of understand. “ Angus nodded solemnly. At least Jackie seemed to have an ally in Bea. That was probably good. “ I was a nervous wreck back then so I might have forgotten. “ 

He gulped. A party sounded like it might be rough for him. He wanted to go with Gregg but he was afraid to ask. “What kind of party would it be? “

“They’re usually pretty chill. There’s some loud music, some dancing, but usually not much alcohol or anything crazy like that.” Jackie always invited a wide variety of people who liked different things.

“Bea soundss pretty good, I don’t have a lot of nicknamess ‘fer mysself actually. I’ve grown ussed to it, ssomehow.” Shrugging, fins flicking a little. This came to mind- Somebody was at her place for a while, and decided to literally keep his axe [Guitar, that looks like an Axe. Lmao] on her ceiling.  “I have sseen thesse storess before, I might pick up a few thingss. I’m gettin’ holess in my damn ceiling and I ran out of nailss again.”

“Eh. Not everyone has to have a nickname.” In fact, most people don’t go by their nickname with anyone but their friends. But that’s just for... normal people. Not... weird cosplayers who are really committed to the whole ‘hissing’ thing.

Mae: There's something weird going on with your face.

Bea: What?

Mae: You're smiling. I didn't know you could do that.