face down in the porcelain.

She’s cute, and she has a whole Wikipedia page? Wow. It must be my lucky night. I’ll have to verify your claims later, I guess. [shrugs at the not being cut off comment] I don’t know. That sounds pretty tempting. The ability to do whatever you want? People dream of that you know. Pinky promise not to tell anyone. Your secrets are safe with me. One more quick drink before we hit the road?

You drove a car into a makeup store? You know something, Miss Bell? I think you might just be lying to me. Yeah, that’s the joy of a good bike, isn’t it? Makes you think that flying could be real. Ooh. An alleged date? That’s a story you’re going to have to tell me. And sooner rather than later, pretty please with a cherry on top. I think stealing that sign could be a great idea. The last time I went, I had the most depressing omelet. Revenge is only fair.

Well, you might have to help guide me through the whole doing shots in a way that doesn’t completely humiliate me when I definitely spill rum down my dress. [winces a bit as the alcohol spills because yikes! at least no one saw, right?] Well, no members of the PTA are yelling at us, so we’re good.

I’ve- I’ve got your back. Oooh--- PTA members, so scary. Basically the Havensdale FBI. [ Stella laughs before reaching for the bottle- totally sober, totally sober, totally fine- and managing to pour two super generous shots ] Here, take. It’s all about the confidence. Take a breath and just do it.

A convertible? I mean, I bet that feels fast, but do you know can feel even more fun and reckless? A motorcycle. Specifically a 1967 Triumph. But we will not be crashing it into anything because that’d be a waste of a good bike. What should we steal, then? I haven’t seen a few of them for years, but one lives in town, so, it’s a mixed bag.

Yes, I could. I don’t know how good I’ll be at causing a scandal. You may have to teach me the more subtle details, but I’m a very fast learner. Mmm. A literal saint with a baby. Wow. That sounds like a lot…No siblings over here, but I have some cousins.

I haven’t done one in ages. Um, rum? Tequila? Gin? No, I want rum.

Me too! You- You might have forgotten how to do it but you just keep trying until you get it right. That’s how you do it. Yes, let’s have rum. I can get it- I can--- Oh, shit! [ Stella had reached just a little too aggressively (or drunkenly) and knocked down the bottle instead. ] Shit. Do you think anyone saw that?

Well, I don’t know if I’ve ever done anything that could quite be called a scandal before. If you need an accomplice in that, I could volunteer as tribute. Stella, you never told me that you had a sister. What other lies have you been keeping from me, you naughty human!

Stella Bell, are you trying to cause the mothers of Havensdale to faint from scandal? Because you might be doing a great job of it. I could ask the same of you. I heard there’d be free booze, and I’m a weak woman when it comes to that, so…

So I’ve been told. [ Ricky placed what he hoped was a steadying hand in the relatively safe territory of her waist, hoping it would be enough to keep tragedy from befalling the cheese platter and his beer. ]

Yes... [ She blinked, pressing a hand to his chest again as if testing he and those pecs were really there (they sure were). Stella tended to only want a few things when she was drunk outside of the inevitable oblivion and a gorgeous face she had no emotional attachment to fit the bill. ] You have, I can tell. I’m- [ she waved a dramatic hand ] Stella Bell.