#mitchellburgess

“You want to maybe take turns strapping each other into the wheel of truths, maybes?” Chloe asked, her soon to be cousin-in-law. “It could be fun? Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

“What the-” Sabrina stumbled backwards as a hand shot out of the ground and grabbed onto her ankle. A little gulp leaving her lips as she tried to squirm out of the corpse’s grip. “A little help? Please?”

allieturner‌:“Are you speaking from experience? Or...

“I’m not an idiot witch. An idiot Harpy? Possibly.” Allie huffed. “ And I wasn’t doing it just to be doing it. I drank one potion and didn’t feel any differently, so I thought I’d try another.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You judging me, Burgess?”

“Is it worth it?” Chloe asked, as she drunkingly stumbled into his tent. “Sorry. That was rude,” She mumbled, scrunching her nose up ever so slightly as she plopped down beside him. “H-hi, Mitch. How are you? Enjoying Pride? And I-is it worth it? I just... I know I want to be with Nat. I love Nat. So this- this isn’t cold feet. It’s just a... me drunkingly overthinking things? Specifically on what will be expected of me once I become a ‘Burgess’ thing? It’s just... you loved your wife, right? And you wanted to be with her forever? I’m assumin’? You know, when you said yes to her? And so I was just wonderin’... when you were with her? Could you just shut it off? Your feelings? Is that just a Burgess thing? Or a... I’m drunk. I’m drunk and I shouldn’t have barged in here. It’s just that, you’re pretty much like a big brother to me and I just... I don’t know? Do you think I’ll fit?”

“Hey, Cousin in Law to be,” Chloe said with a small smile as she held out a cupcake towards the other. “Happy Dad’s Day. I know it’s not much. But, I figured I’d get you a cupcake and let you know that I think you’re pretty great? In general and with this whole parent thing?” She said, wincing slightly at the sound of the southern accent leaving her lips. It had been a few weeks since Nat had preformed the spell to get rid of Meredith on her, but no matter how much she wanted to, she still having trouble getting used to the side effects of it all.

“So, abs, what’s next? Fright maze, dunk tank, or strength tester? You pick,” Michaela said, wanting to hit up as many of the carnival games as she could before the night was up.