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While Stana loved guacamole, nachos? Not really her go-to bar food. Funnily enough, her thoughts on bowling went more or less the same way. She loved the fun, social aspect of it, the game itself? No thank you. So when Delta tried to sell her on going to Lucky Strike by praising them? Well, her face had spoken volumes. Now though, they were there and while Stana used the Nachos more as a spoon for the guac, she still groaned in appreciation. “God, why didn’t you tell me before that this place serves amazing guac?” she moaned around a mouthful. She was 90% sure Delta was still laughing at her, but she couldn’t help it and didn’t care. Any type of bowling embarrassment was worth this dip, even though yes, she had been wearing the emergency panties today, because she forgot to put her clothes in the dryer and was running dangerously low on underthings. Now everyone knew … oh well. “Don’t look at me like that, you’ve won every round so far, let me eat my weight in guac until you finish me off.” Not that Stana wasn’t laughing herself half the time, whenever her mouth wasn’t full, so she just grinned at Delta around a last mouthful, brushed off her hands and stepped up for the new throw. “Now, let’s see it we can’t swing this puppy.”

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.

Auditioning for Castle, I wore the wrong top and walked up to Nathan with a pair of random scissors and asked him to cut off the bottom half of my top. Somehow, that was the magic moment.

I studied belly dancing for a while because I love the fluent movements and the body control you get through it. 

For a long time, I was convinced I would move back to Croatia one day.

As a teenager, I went through a very intense, if short, goth-phase, black hair, nails, lipstick, the works. To this day I think I rocked the look, if not the attitude.

In our family, we like to call ourselves Dalmatians. 

My second name is “Margaret”.

I have helped with the herding and later killing of animals on a farm we lived close to back home.

I absolutely hate boiled carrots with a passion unless you mash them and scramble them with potato mash because it reminds me of my childhood.

I never understood what the big deal was about losing your virginity and thought of it more like a thing to get done with so the shitty part was out of the way.

I have started to like virgin cocktails so much, I am thinking of only drinking them from now on and just skip the alcohol. In cocktails at least.

I used to cut my brother’s hair all the time, all four of them, sitting in a row like little ducklings.

I seriously hate sleeping with a bra on.