Nat: I'm going to need you to get some business.

Nat: Because it's too late at night to be texting foolishness accidentally to my phone like this.

Nat: I should come over there and cockblock you right now. Because if Nattie not getting anything because she going through some shit then Mitchie not either.

Nat: Actually, I'm invoking mandatory sibling time. Put your 🍆 away and I'm telling your mama and my mama. And our Granny. So...be on the lookout for the family group text with the screenshots! :P

Mitch: Me? Some business? I'm the older cousin here. Not you.

Mitch: Get married once and now you think you're a real adult.

Mitch: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. I DON'T LOVE YOU LIKE THAT.

Mitch: ...That's it. I'm moving. Poof. I've now left Vancouver.

Toni: I see your ass flirting with me on every app but cash app...

Toni: you want me to loop in Isa and see if she’s down to get a quick meal? Two-for-one special?

Mitch: ...What about it? I have a bond fund for you, is that not enough?

Mitch: ...wanna come over and get this 🍆-fil-a?

Jackie: Oh word? Y'all open today? Shit let me roll through.

Alexa: Oh the lobby is open too, well let me come on in and spend a little time then.

Mitch: Lobby service, it is then.

“Damn I didn’t know if that would work, but I am definitely holding you to that. Thanks, I can give you a full 360.” She actually did a spin so he could see her and that dress from all sides. “Well, I’ve been attempting to do a little sleuthing, I had some tips about possible alliance members being at an event, so I went but it was false information. So I take it next time I get a tip and a location, all I have to do is call you?” She asked. “It might get a little dangerous and messy depending on if there’s torture involved.”

“You underestimate yourself then. Why would I say no?” Mitch retorted with an eyebrow raise. He hummed appreciatively at the 360 spin Alexa offered. “Aren’t I special?” He replied with a smirk, hand still placed to his chest. At the mention of false information, Mitch made a face. “Call, text, face-time. I’d love to join you.” A slow grin eased over his lips. “Oh. I like all of that. Especially messy and torture. It’s-” He gives a chef kiss. “A specialty of mine.”

“Mitchell, Mitchell, wherefore art thou, Mitchell. He is is the east and I’m the sun or some shit like that. Whatever they said,” he joked. “Hey man you ready to go get this grub?” @mitchellburgess​

"Ready?” He asked before pushing a forkful of food into his mouth. Toni was one of the only people he stopped practicing table manners for. Most times. “I’ve been ready. And you are the east, and me and these pretty blues are the sky and midday sun.” He uttered around a mouthful. Mitch took a moment to swallow. “Do you know where you want to go?” He asked instead.

“O…kay, Um excuse me. Do you know my sister? Jackie Presley? I need help. She…doesn’t want to come out and I’m twenty-four hours from our organs liquifying or either I take over as the dominant personality. Obviously, I don’t want either of those things to happen. Will you help me? Even if you don’t know her can you just distract me for a minute I’m freakin’ out.”

Mitchell stopped, eyes falling on the seemingly frazzled young lady. He’d seen her before. They’d even chatted a few times. “...What about Jaq-” Her name fell off as he listened to her speak. Mitch nodded wordlessly before he verbally consented. “Hey. You know you can’t liquidify, right? I mean, not before I ask you something.” He cleared his throat, took a step closer to Heather and directed his next words to Jackie. “Jaquelyn Presley. Would you, uh, do me the honor of joining me on a date? I can’t take you out, if you’re goo. So I hope you say yes.” He paused, chuckling under his breath before continuing as a thought came to Mitch. “And no, it’s not to the gym. Or on a run. Or anything related to working out, I promise.”

“I’m a little rusty with asking people out but...” Mitch trailed off, taking a step back and actually addressing Heather. “How’s that for distraction?” He asked her instead.

Grant was lounging in an outdoor pool he’d had one of the interns bring him and set up randomly on set. It was in a spot that wasn’t really used for filming at the present, and quite a few people came for some peace and quiet. He was on the phone with his daughter. “No…no Gabs, we talked about this. I don’t care if the person was cute, you can’t be their personal Wanda and Cosmo. What if they do what Timmy did and make a wish for everyone to stay the same age and never change? Then what? Do you want to be that age forever? Don’t you want a car? To drive?” he paused, “Dates? Oh…no…we’re not dating until we’re thirty.” He could sense someone’s approach. “I’ve got to go Gabs, we’ll talk later.” He hung up, not really looking at the other person’s approach. “I’d say come on in the water’s fine, but it’s doing to depend on who you are. This pool has very limited space and a very exclusive guest list,” he said with a grin. 

Mitchell chuckled under his breath at Grant’s backhanded invitation. “Good thing that I’m on that list, huh?” He retorted with a shake of his head. Still, moments later, Mitch tugged off his shirt to join his friend. It was out of pure manners and habit that he folded it before sitting it aside. Mitch’s pants came next. He folded those too. Then his socks and shoes. Afterwards, wearing only his boxers and his good looks, Mitchell joined Grant in the pool. “Not that I don’t mind,” He started, closing his eyes and leaning against the back of the pool with a sigh. “But what’s going on? Did you really need a life break? Or are you just wanting to make an intern’s life hell for a bit?” He asked, dark brown brow quirking in Grant’s direction. “...How’s Gabby doing? She breaking hearts and granting wishes yet?”

Mitch: Barring an emergency? I’m off dad duty until next week. So we’re open 24/7.

Alexa: Okay then, I'm game to sample whats on the menu

Mitch: Is this a drive thru trip?

Alexa: Aren't you closed on Sundays?

Mitch: Not today, no.

Alexa: Oh? What are your hours of operation? I'm intrigued.

Rocky: Sexting...0.0

Rocky: No we can't pretend this didn't happen. I'm printing this out, putting it on a t-shirt.

Rocky:You were literally one of my teenage crushes. Of course I'm not forgetting this.

Mitch: I can pay you much more to not do that.

Nat always hated being privy to Burgess business. Family business always brought the worst out in them all. It brought out the coldness. The ability to hurt one another and others. The quick tongues, the slick insults, and the thick skin you need to even endure it. “You ready for this?” she asked @mitchellburgess​ as they approached the mansion. “Remember when it’s time to lie, you let me do all the talking, and if it comes to a fight, back up because I’m in the mood to burn the world and I’ll burn this fucking place down, grandmother or not. I’m not in the fucking mood.” Yeah, they were summoned to talk about Chloe’s ordeal, but little did they know Nat would also be telling them that Mitchell would no longer be a part of their coven and Olivia would now be under her tutelage.  

Mitchell blinked at Natalia’s question. From anyone else, his answer would be simple. Quick, easy and void of emotion. But then again, only another Burgess could fully understand Mitchell’s issues with what they were about to do. “Yeah,” he let out, his face tightened and a hard expression morphed onto his features as Mitch paused briefly to inhale sharply. “...When have I ever not joined you in a fight?” He asked, eyes cutting to Nat.  Mitch inhaled again and reminded himself that his baby cousin didn’t need him to look after her anymore. With a sigh, he centered himself. “Alright. We’ll do what we have to do, get out and go home. This is your lead. I’ll follow.” Mitch conceded as he joined alongside Natalia. Together, the pair marched into the mansion. The word safe was not uttered since Mitchell knew that sometimes the best plans spilled blood, if needed. And for this? It may be necessary. But as long as he kept his eyes on the prize, Livi would be free from this. All of the violent, manipulative bullshit that came attached to their family’s coven. It wasn’t her fault that she, too, was a Burgess. Mitchell voided his face of emotion and kept his mind blank. He was just a soldier under changing leadership. No more, no less. 

Rick was sitting at a picnic table outside of set, when he sees an argument break out with accusations about who was in a hate group. “Well damn…tensions are high…You’d think that they plotted out to cause in-fighting between the species which sets our cause of getting laws back…Someone should probably break that up over there, huh?” He asked the person next to him. 

Mitch just chuckled under his breath and shook his head at Rick’s comment. “I do enough baby-sitting on set. I kind of want to wait it out. See if they’ll give me a good show.” His gaze fell off the commotion to briefly glance around. “Where’s that old retired security guard that never did his job back at the studios when you need him? He should be here to not break this up too.”

Mitch: ...wanna come over and get this 🍆-fil-a?

Alexa: Aren't you closed on Sundays?

“So I got all dressed up and my plans got canceled. If only there were a handsome man nearby to take me out,” she heaved a sigh before smiling. “I’m kidding my plans didn’t get canceled. I was at an event that I heard some Alliance people might attend, trying to sniff them out. But I wasn’t joking about the handsome man part if you’re free to hang out? I don’t want to take off this dress yet.” @mitchellburgess​

"With such a beautiful woman wanting to accompany me... who am I to decline?” Mitchell replied, pressing a hand to his dress shirt as he looked Alexa over. “I’d love to.” He accepted. “And it is a lovely dress too.” He complimented. “Plus, what’s this about the Alliance needing to be snuffed out?” Mitch sent a smirk Alexa’s way. He didn’t mind investigating this mystery with her. “Count me in.”

Rocky: I know you've texted the wrong number, but wow...okay.

Rocky: Is this your pickup line?

Mitch: Fuck🤦🏽‍♂️🤦🏽‍♂️ Sorry Raquel.

Mitch: Not a pickup. Guess I'm rusty with my sexting skills.