#hey queue

Are you named after anyone?

Nope. I'm an OG.

When was the last time you cried?

I ugly cried last night. 🤣 Before you think, "Aww why?!" crying is literally my second language, and sensitivity is my super power.

Do you have kids?

Not human children. I have 2 fur-babies. 🥰

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Pssh, me?

What color are your eyes?

Blue

Scary movies or happy endings?

Thrill and scare me, baby!

Any special talents?

"Special?" Eh... I mean, I'm a musician, and I can make some delicious, non-rubbery scrambled eggs. Per my besties, I have a knack for pulling intimate information out of people I just met. I also can reenact A Goofy Movie. That's worth something, right? 🤣

Where were you born?

The great country of Texas

What are your hobbies?

Outside of the fandom, if I am with my friends, I am literally down for just about anything and everything. But, more specifically, I enjoy music-related activities, make-up, playing games, watching sports (especially American football), cooking, activities with the doggies, artsy activities and reading.

Do you have any pets?

I do!

What sports do you/have you played?

Once upon a time... 🤣 I played volleyball for about 8 years and basketball for 3 seasons. I participated in field activities on the track team that took me to state. In college, I played intramural ultimate frisbee, kickball, dodgeball, and frisbee golf. And I sucked. I also took bowling in college as a course; does that count?

How tall are you?

5' 3.75" (ever since I reached this height, doctors and nurses like to make it a point to say that I'm not "quite" 5' 4"... 😏)

Favorite subject in school?

Science and Math

Dream job?

Not to brag, but my job is pretty dreamy. What do I dream of now? Don't laugh; philanthropy. A more realistic dream: provide women's health care in lower socioeconomic parts of the world outside of the US.

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Silent Ricci Night

This wasn't how Alex imagined this day ended.

One minute, they were celebrating her win, next thing she knows she gets the silent treatment.

The supposed great night was getting spoiled by Gabe's sulking.

And the fact that he was being so vague about the reason was keeping Alex on her toes.

Deciding to leave him be, she instead drifted her attention to the familiar faces at the bar. This was her first major win since becoming junior partner, and it was a big deal.

She had just shut down a greedy real estate mogul with a slam dunk class action suit, the families forcefully evicted being compensated along the way.

The same case where she first met Tyler, whose unabashed grin was beaming at her at the moment.

She sighed and leaned over the bar beside him.

"Thought we'd be celebrating, why the long face?" the hunky fireman had wittily said.

Alex traced her finger at the rim of her scotch filled tumbler, shaking her head.

"Guess the clouds over my head spoils the mood, huh?" she chuckled.

They engaged in an easy conversation, having stayed friends after all. Did they ever cross the line again? Alex and Tyler knew better to not mess with how platonic they have become, especially upon how their respective romantic relationships advanced.

Abruptly, Alex felt a dark presence behind her that stifled a concerned look from Tyler.

She already knew who it was by Tyler's nervous expression.

"I'm going ahead," Gabe said as she turned to face him.

A nod was her only reply, to which Gabe's lips pursed and brow raised.

Perhaps she was more tired than she let herself on.

"Bye bye, you won't be missed," Alex said with a dismissive flick of her hand.

Tyler's mouth flew open.

There was an electric feeling in the air, one that anytime could combust and wreck everything along in its path.

Gabe broke the silence with a stoic look in his eyes. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Alex let out a sigh and followed him outside. Once the cold New York night air touched their skin, Gabe shattered the seal that was forbidding them to fight.

"Explain yourself," he muttered, clenched fists at his sides.

Alex brushed her hair with her fingers. "You need to be clearer than that."

"You really don't know?"

"Of course not! You've been sulking the whole night when this was supposed to be your idea."

Gabe scoffed. "It was my idea until you brought that fireman along."

Alex raised her head to level with him. Did he just...?

"You're fucking jealous?" she accused, her eyes narrowed.

He averted his gaze away in an attempt to avoid the obvious truth.

"Damn, Ricci, I am offended."

Gabe snapped his head to look at her.

"Why would you be? I didn't invite a former lover to your victory party," he managed to say, clearly struggling to hold back the rage brewing in him.

"I am fucking offended because you clearly don't trust me enough," she replied.

Somehow, Alex's blunt words managed to wound his resolve.

"I'm going back in," she turned her heel towards the entrance of the bar. "I'm not going to apologize for my friendships, nor will I tolerate your outdated views."

She gripped the doorknob and with a serious look, she titled her head to look over her shoulder at him.

"But should you need a reminder to knock some sense to that stubborn head of yours, you are the one I'm spending my night with, not him."

Alex then went inside.

It may have taken a little while to absorb her words, but Gabe eventually got the message. He followed her back to the bar, with his usual charismatic self.

And just like she said, she spent that night in his penthouse. And so many nights after that.

“I cannot believe you’re making me do this,” Katrina groaned, taking the microphone from Liam’s hand.

“It’s this or three more weeks of Ronald Bilius Weasley.” Liam leaned over, draped his arm around her shoulders, and kissed her temple. “My little Won-Won.”

Their friends chatted and laughed in the room, as Harriet clicked through lighting effects. She settled on a sequence and sat back against a faux leather cushion, offering a grin to Katrina.

Katrina returned a smile to her new friend, a mid-semester international transfer student in her literature class. She stood on the X on the floor and waited for an image to pop up on the opposite wall, heart racing as Liam punched numbers into a remote. Soon, a punchy electric guitar intro filled the room, followed by a drum beat. She waited for the words to appear, and belted out the lyrics in time, closing her eyes each time she had to hit high notes, shaking her head at Liam’s song choice.

I believe in a thing called love / Just listen to the rhythm of my heart / There’s a chance we could make it now / We’ll be rocking till the sun goes down / I believe in a thing called love

Drake shook his head as Katrina rocked out to the song, taking a seat next to Liam. “Remind me again why we’re doing karaoke?”

Liam smiled, taking a swig of beer from the bottle in his hand. “Because I love it when I win,” he grinned. “Told Trina I’d call her Weasley for a month, because of a thing, and she surrendered after a week! This was a compromise.”

“You’re weird, you know that?”