#&matteo.

the presence of the camera operators, one for her left shoulder, one for his right, and the cameras she couldn’t see but she could feel, infinite flashes from iphones and a blinking red reminder, ‘ smile ! this is a livestream ! ’ were what made this so difficult. not cabrera. bea had decided what to do with him far earlier, it was a matter of implementation. which, fuck. she wished it was only about matteo now. 

weak point number one: the bass was so loud on the dance floor it would overpower a camera microphone easily. her mic pack could be manipulated, so could matteo’s. that was sound gone, especially if they spoke at normal volume, but just in case, weak point number two: if she, if they, were dancing, the camera people had to keep their distance in order to catch every turn and shimmy and smile, and the further away they were, the less chance of someone’s microphone hearing what she was telling him.

bea moved swiftly towards matteo, grabbing him by the wrist and leaning in to say, directly to him, “ let’s dance, cabrera. and we can talk. if you’ve made up your mind not to be an idiot. ” 

if that was on the livestream, so be it.   

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rankfans published on mar 9, 2018

they ( the nondescript ‘ they ’ used most often to refer to society ) said that it was possible to have too much of a good thing ( here, isolation ) and that people withered when they were deprived of socialisation ( did they ? ) and tv ratings went up for sex and fights, love and fear, but bea had conducted an experiment of her own, coming to the conclusion that she had quite a lot of a good thing, and she was not withering, and she didn’t know what the rank’s ratings were yet. just that she had half a point added to her total, and carnage she should have had the gall to pick up. there were several people she needed to speak to. maybe to apologise to. in truth, there was only one she wanted to speak to, and certainly not to apologise to. 

bea set her trap carefully, tugging on her oversized ‘ do you know where your dog is ? ’ sweatshirt with a chupacabra on it, an old present, carefully, her door swinging open carefully, walking to the kitchen and pouring her cereal carefully. if she was quiet enough, she would pass by unnoticed until the right person was stuck in her honey. but — there he was. bea leaned against the counter, holding her bowl like a shield. “ already used your angry bear weak-excuse-for-a-joke, cabrera, ” she said, “ got any other metaphors for me and my golden grahams ? ones that are actually funny, maybe ? ” she let her shoulders fall, forcing a laugh. “ you can still see my only tattoo if you want, you know. ”

you have a new instagram dm ! snowbea ➵ matteoc / @cabrcras

bea: matteo bea: did you miss the fucking producer emails we’re supposed to be at the chateau marmont filming dinner and drinks right now where the fuck are you

bea: take my name out of your mouth, matteo

bea: i don't know what you said about me, i don't know what you're going to say about me, but i don't like it

bea: so, maybe,