#thread: bea

Stitch was walking one of the their shelter dogs. They liked to give them time from the shelter, they really thought they deserved it. They were happily walking along when they saw the dog start running. They didn’t mind running, so they followed. They smiled when she stopped in front of a woman. “I guess she likes you. Sorry.”

bea could honestly say that faking being someone’s wife wasn’t something she’d ever intended on doing. but she’d been couch-surfing for way too long now and all she wanted was a nice bed to sleep in. and she’d seen posts that someone rich and famous was in town, so pretending to be their wife had seemed like a logical choice somehow. 

and to be completely honest, she wasn’t entirely sure how she’d pulled it off. but the lady at the front desk had believed her, and now here she was, having taken a bath in the nicest tub she’d ever seen, wrapped up in an impossibly fluffy robe, and scrolling through the pay-per-view channels on this bigass fancy flat-screen tv in the hotel room. 

“I know I said I would be quiet and let you do your thing but-.... this is the third time passing this rock. I think we’re going in circles.” Marie told the other, taking a moment to sit on said rock to take a drink from her water bottle. “Ready to admit we’re lost yet?”

“Bea!” Hugo called from the side of the road, his car door open as he spotted the dark haired girl looking rather on the soggy side. “Bea- come on, I’ll give you a ride, it’ll be better then walking out here in this weather. Pretty sure I just heard thunder as well.”

“I really try not to let vanity get the best of me, but you know what- I look good.” Mal commented, checking out her reflection in the mirror as she examined the work that she had done. “Not quite as good as Dizzy’s work, but it’s not bad-.. you look great too, we should treat ourselves more often.” She smiled, turning to look at the other.