#c; ruby lucas

         it had been a whirlwind since she’d woken up in the good place. she’d been greeted by some strange silver fox who told her where she was and that she was one of the best people on earth. (there had definitely been a mix up.) and look, she wasn’t like the worst person on earth. she wasn’t ted bundy — she was a medium person. and maybe if she played her cards right, she could stay here, but then her supposed soulmate came through the door and she nearly forgot her own name. 

       ‘eleanor, this is your soulmate, ruby.’

       “uh, bring it in, man.”

          “look, here’s the deal. i’m hot. we both know you’re hot. and we’re SOULMATES, dude. why isn’t this just happening?” she points between the two of them before grabbing another drink off the tray as it goes by. she’s not even that drunk yet and frankly, she’d probably still ask this even if she wasn’t, but it looks better if it looks like she is.