when the stars go blue

Izzy: sure thing. I want some new paints anyways.

Otto: They've got an app now.

Otto: I already know the answer to that.

Otto: I feel like the moon is threatening me and why is Jupiter trying to fight the Sun?

Otto: Oh, cool. Thanks for the explanation. Now, what restaurant around here has a "cute and creative ambiance"?

Zoey: but you can't do y/n with six different options!!

Zoey: ok mister, you cannot judge me unless you've tried their breakfast crunch wrap

Bridget: I think scientists would disagree with you

Bridget: Yeah! Maybe do that that seems like a really good idea.

Zoey: that's okay, most of them think numbers are real too

Raina: Oh is that the kind of appreciation you're doing in that? I stand corrected.

Raina: I am, but they're usually less fun to play with.

Zoey: no!! that was not on the self care agenda for today. it was a wine, bubble bath, face masks kind of night

“I already feel ten times more reassured about this knowing that you didn’t go out and buy weird stuff to put in these glasses.” She smirked at Zoey. However, a little pout formed on her lips the moment Zoey showed her the photo on her phone. “Oh come on! Is that really it? I was hoping for something juicy! You got away easy on that one!” The laughter rolled Renee’s lips as she handed back the phone to the other girl. Once again, there was an immediate laugh as she heard the next question being read out. “Ugh, seriously? I feel like this game was not made to be in my favor. Or at least, not a girl in my industry. Then again, least I’m not currently being filmed like on Spill your guts or Fill your guts.” She replied, considering actually answering the question for a moment but instead mentally braced herself to down a glass of red liquid that she was fully expecting to be hot sauce only to realize that it was ketchup as the liquid touched her tongue. 

“Oh no, I’d have to leave the house for that, which would’ve meant having to put on real clothes because no one at the grocery story wants to see all this,” she gestures down towards her mismatched hoodie and sweatpants set. “So you’re stuck with whatever’s been in my fridge.” A sweet smile accompanied the shrug of her shoulders, knowing she lucked out on her question. “Excuuuuuse me, what do you think I have in my camera roll?!” Mostly mirror selfies, truthfully; her roommate was always teasing her about them. “This is easier!! I couldn’t hunt down any thousand year old eggs – I wouldn’t even know where to look for that. Or the bird saliva? Like, what?” she questioned with a laugh, watching as the blonde started reaching for the glass. “Oh, come on – already?” but it was too late, her own features scrunching up as she watched Renee toss back the shot. “Why would you go straight for the red one!”

Bryce nodded his head and laughed “look I don’t know how I feel about that” he said laughing frowning. “Not hustling a house, just a car maybe” he said laughing. “Okay I’ll start with the question then you answer and we go from there?” 

“’Just a car’ he says. Right, super casual. I feel like I should’ve gotten the questions beforehand if I knew the stakes would be so high!” she teased. “Alright, lay it on me. What’s the question?”

Emma: I’ll put something in front of the door then!

Emma: Damn, I need that therapists digits.

Emma: Too spacey to be falsies. Them babies are mascara coated at best, so she’s an economical queen too?

Zoey: um wHO is helping you move the furniture sis??

Zoey: yes same RT

Bridget: Um... yes yes they are. Maybe not all of them, but most of them are. Once You have the process it doesn't change.

Bridget: Well I doubt that maybe they just aren't admitting it

Zoey: I think all sciences are probable sciences idk if I'd call any of them exact

“Hey my pats on peoples backs are fantastic, no one has ever complained before. I’m not hustling you.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t a solid pat on the back but there is no way that it’s as good as you picking anything you want. No way, none. New deal -- you ask a question and if I get it right, I get whatever I want from you, within reason,” she promised, sure he would fight her on her proposition. “And if I’m wrong, you do. Again, within reason. You can’t come in here and hustle me out of a house. That’s just mean.”

Emma: That won't stop me from locking you out!

Emma: She looks like she's seen some shit. I don't know if I like that comparison.

Emma: Her lashes do be poppin'. I bet it's better than sex by too faced.

Zoey: the key unlocks the door silly!! you can't lock me out!

Zoey: okay yes, but maybe she's got a bomb therapist and is healing!! we love a self aware queen managing her trauma

Izzy: wanna get drunk and try to follow Bob Ross video tutorials?

“I might have said I was up for a game before but now I’m pretty much required to ask, have you gone journalist on me,” Lilura prompted with a teasing smile. “You know this kind of information can be easily used against me and I have a reputation to uphold. Even if you aren’t a journalist I suppose you could be selling the information to them and I just think these stakes are far higher for me than they are for you, my dear!”

Zoey motioned as if she was zipping her lips, only to unzip them a second after to speak. “No no no, not a journalist. All incriminating stories stay here between us,” she promised, fanning the cards out for the brunette. “Do you want to do a quick scan of the questions? I’ll give you…maybe two cards to toss out outside of your three vetoes.”

“For all I know you could totally be a pro when it comes to that kind of thing. How would I know?” Renee giggled as she raised her hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay, I’ll play but only if you can promise me there isn’t something weird in one of these shots like fish sauce or something.” She scrunched her nose up as she grabbed a card from the pile and read off it. “What’s the sixth most recent photo in your camera roll that you took?”

“Ew no. That would mean I would have to own fish sauce. I like aquariums, love a good beach day, Swedish fish? Yum. But anything else fishy is a no no,” she said with a wrinkled nose, placing the deck down between them when Renee had picked her question. Her hand reached for the phone resting on the counter top, opening up her camera phone. “Let’s see. Five, six..oh, this isn’t embarrassing. It’s some chalk art I found while walking around downtown earlier, look,” she offered the phone to the blonde before taking her turn. “Ooh, this is a good one. If you had to be stuck on a desert island with any celebrity, who would you not want it to be?”

Lorenzo laughed shaking his head “oh yeah yesterday in fact, I just didn’t have time to play.” He said taking another sip of his beer “I was too busy kicking ass at flip cup” he said smirking. Thinking to himself, he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and clicked the internet history tab “The start of the industrial revolution in the United States.” He said holding it up, before grabbing a card, “who is the most inappropriate person you’ve ever fantasied about.” He said laughing before drinking more of his beer, setting the card down in the used cards pile. 

“I’m more of a beer pong girl myself,” she teased, brushing her hair over her shoulder. “I’m not good, but I like pretending I’m good.” At his response, she answered “1790 – unless we’re talking the English Industrial Revolution and that was..about a couple decades earlier, maybe 1760?” before thinking over her own question. “John F. Kennedy, but who hasn’t, am I right?” Giggles left her lips as she reached for the next question, asking, “what is something you absolutely hate against popular opinion?”