#starterbtm

“Whoa, not in the food,” Isa laughed, picking up the toy Ivy had dropped between her boobs, before turning to give the other an apologetic smile. Rotating her baby on her to her other arm so that Ivy could rest against her hip and far away from the rest of the craft service table. “Sorry about that,” She said. “Wouldn’t want to accidentally crush your muffin to death.”

“I know, I know...every time we all get together shit goes down, but nothing bad will happen this time. I have my magic, no one is invited that could throw a wrench in our plans, and I have barriers. Strong ones. The wristbands give you access in or out of the barrier, no wristband, no entry...also no exit, so keep it on please. And have some fucking fun please? Because it’s my birthday, and I’ve never thrown a party with people I like here.” 

“I went to the bathroom earlier, and scared my damn self. Do I look too scary to be hit on tonight? Because if so Connor is too damn good at his job! Though I was going for scary, this year instead of just hot.” 

“All I’m saying is it’s not stealing if you happen to work on a set where there’s tons of costumes, and this outfit just happened to be one that I borrowed and fully plan on returning...it’s like...being financially conscious. And it happened to fit me like a glove and that’s a lot because I’m a busty woman. It was meant to be...right?” 

“So.. hypothetically speaking what would happen if you by any chance misplaced your wristband? And by misplaced I mean dropped down the toilet? I’m not like stuck here forever am I or can I just get another one of those doohickies?”

As everyone else ran around in terror, Gigi walked happily down the street lightly humming to herself, enjoying the show. Glancing down at the ground, she picked up a crossbow. “Oh! This is fun,” Gigi mused, feeling the weight of it her hands. But, as she heard someone behind her she accidentally released the trigger. Her eyes widening as the stake went right through the person’s heart. “Oh shoot!” She exclaimed, walking over to the other and poking the body lightly with the tip of her foot. “You okay there, mister?” She asked, before frowning down at the other. “Well, that was anti-climatic. 429 years of no murder for this... I want a redo.”

The news was still fresh on Allie’s mind as she rushed towards set. She didn’t see someone rounding the corner and running into her, sending her sketchbook and other papers flying, including copies of a sonogram. “Shit! Shitshitshit.” she mumbled, trying to quickly gather her things, “I didn’t even see you there. I’m sorry.”

“If you start singing, I will slap you. It’s my birthday right. I have a crutch and I’m not afraid to use it,” Sabrina joked, giving the other an innocent enough shrug.