#bckind

vidia: we weren’t even invited - i thought the point was to show up late. you do so love to make an entrance 

“Alright! Lets begin!” Megara gave a stern gaze as she began to tell a scary story to Ella. “There was a damsel, but she wasn’t in distress. She thought she could face anything thrown at her, until one day she met a man that changed her world completely. She was in love with him, but she didn’t want to admit it. She was secretly enslaved by a powerful force. The powerful force considered it a sin to be in love with anyone. When they found out she was in love, instead of punishing her, they punished the man. She felt an extreme guilt that made her feel guilty enough to risk her life for him. The powerful force sentenced the man to death, but she wouldn’t let that happen. Before anything could happen to him, she jumped in front of him, cursing her to live the rest of her life in the underworld, among the dead, because one fateful day, she just happened to fall in love.”

When Megara saw Ella, she decided to tag along to listen to some new music that the female was inviting her to hear. “What kind of music’s it that you want us to listen to?” She raised her eyebrows, curious to listen to the song. “Hmm... I’ve never listened to Snow In Venice before. Who’s Elizaveta?”

“Another one?” Fiona couldn’t believe how many people wanted pumpkin spice lattes today. She’d probably regret it later, but for Ella, she’d do it. “Come on! Lets go!” She walked back to the same café that she was just at earlier. The baristas probably knew her by heart. Making her way to the front counter, she greeted the barista with a smile. “I’ll take another pumpkin spice latte.” Turning to face Ella, Fiona grinned waiting for the female to order.

“Wow!” Jasmine had to laugh. Ella was a delight to be around. She turned her head to the side, hoping to stop her own laughter. “I can’t tell if you just really love caramel apples or if you actually think that many people are going to be at the party.”

“I’m dressing in all black. It’s a theme.” Shego shrugged. She didn’t have time for this. “Let me guess! You’re going to show up in a ballgown, all dolled up.” She rolled her eyes at the thought. “Dressing up is a privilege, not a right.” She shook her head, entertained at the ideas of her black attire. “When you decide to go in a different direction, you know where to find me.”