notsovirgin (no imagination you say? no shit :P )
Stana didn’t really chew on her nails, at least not since she’d left her teenage years behind. Tonight though, she found herself fighting the urge again. “It’ll be fine,” Stana’s head snapped up and her worried frown became a slightly more relaxed smile. “Yeah, yeah yeah, big business superstar,” Stana stole a grin at her partner in crime when he appeared on her left. She lightly checked his shoulder with her own before slipping off the corner table she’d been sitting on.
All around them, people were busy. Last minute light adjustments, soundchecks, setting up the little snacks, preparing the welcome drinks. In the kitchen, even more noise could be heard.
Two hours.
“Everyone will come, it’ll be great,” Jeremy put his arm around her shoulder and for a second, Stana leaned into it gladly. She knew he was right. There was no reason for this to be a complete disaster. They were good at this. If anything, the last two months had proven that even more than before. They worked together well. That did not mean, though, that she wasn’t nervous as fuck.
She turned and made the half-embrace a full one. “Thanks for being a great partner.” She said in a moment of relative silence. She squeezed him once more and then drew back, the grin now wide and honest. “And now you need to get your butt home. You look like a homeless person, no bouncer in their right mind would even let you walk in here on a normal day, least of all during opening night.” She grinned, winked and then dashed off herself. The hair magic didn’t just happen, after all. “See ya in 2 hours!” She called over her shoulder with a wave, suddenly absolutely giddy for the night to begin.
