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decided that wasn't a nice word?” Gerri countered.
“Yeah,” Sadie said with a grin, “we did.”
Gerri smiled and hugged Sadie with one arm. “I think I'm going to like you.”
“I get the impression you like everyone.”
Gerri shrugged. It was better if everyone thought so. She went to sit back down, between a tired Jo and a funny looking Dee. Gerri suspected the world was looking awfully blurry to Dee right about then.
Sadie lightly punched Carrie on the arm and said, “Sorry. You know.”
“Huh?”
“I'm sorry, okay? Maybe we can start over?”
“Sorry for saying I got in the band by stabbing people, or for insin—you—ate—” She rubbed her jaw like it would help her form words, and tried again. “Insinuating I had sex with somebody? Or something?”
“All that,” Sadie said, clearly embarrassed. “You don't know me, but I-I'm not somebody who says things that messed up.”
“Sure you are,” Carrie said. “But you said sorry.” She slapped Sadie's arm, in what Gerri was sure she thought was a gentle pat. “It's okay.”
“I don't usually say sorry,” Sadie mumbled.
“You should work on that,” Carrie said. “Hey! Who wants more bubbly drink?”
“Ha!” Gerri said. “She likes it.”
“No more,” Sadie said.
“Joy killer,” Gerri said. “Killer of the joy!”
“It's midnight,” Sadie said.
“And we've had our first make up! We've gotta celebrate!”
“In an alcohol free manner,” Sadie allowed.
“I know!” Dee sat up straight, eyes wide and alert. Gerri almost jumped out of her skin. “Selfie time!”
“Celebration selfie?” Sadie asked.
“Perfect!” Gerri yelled. They squished together on the three person sofa, Gerri in the center with Dee basically on her lap, and snapped three quick shots: one with Jo's eyes closed, another where Carrie loudly hiccuped and almost everyone closed their eyes when they jumped, and another where everyone was still laughing about that.
“You guys... you're so...” Carrie started.
“What?” Gerri asked.
"You guys are so strange."
The room filled with laughter again.
DEADLY DIVAS FORUM
They told me not to tell, but I can't keep quiet any longer. I made the band! What do you think my stage name should be? Sorry pictures are a little fuzzy. Bad lighting. <3 Jenna, Your New Deadly Diva
Liar.
Freak.
So cute!
Quack, quack! Duck face!
I'm a real Deadly Diva and this is fake. - Kelsey
Ignore that other girl, I'M the real deal. Wanna be in our concert? Go here .
Chapter Seven
CARRIE
They'd drunk too much. Never again , she promised herself. She didn't like it. She'd felt so... loose. It was like she couldn't control her mouth. She was always so careful about what she allowed herself to say. Alcohol was a problem. That aside, she'd also stayed up too late. She thought they'd fallen asleep around two in the morning, but she couldn't be sure, and it wasn't important right then anyway. What was important was the chorus of alarms sounding off at four thirty in the morning, and the barrage of people who'd clamored through the front door not fifteen minutes later. Meghan was among them.
"What did you girls do ? Did you not read your schedules? You can read, can't you?" She was clapping again. Always with the clapping.
Carrie walked out of her room, bleary-eyed and still taking stock of the many types of awful she felt, when a man with measuring tape came at her, followed by his much taller assistant, also carrying measuring tape. "They certainly did procure a variety, didn't they?"
"Mmm," said the shorter one. They were holding Carrie's arms out at her sides.
"Would you mind informing me why you are measuring my arm at four in the morning, in my home?"
The man laughed. "Stranger things than this will be happening soon, I assure you."
"This is far from the strangest thing that has ever happened to me," Carrie said. "It doesn't make it polite."
"Oh, she bites," the taller man
“Yeah,” Sadie said with a grin, “we did.”
Gerri smiled and hugged Sadie with one arm. “I think I'm going to like you.”
“I get the impression you like everyone.”
Gerri shrugged. It was better if everyone thought so. She went to sit back down, between a tired Jo and a funny looking Dee. Gerri suspected the world was looking awfully blurry to Dee right about then.
Sadie lightly punched Carrie on the arm and said, “Sorry. You know.”
“Huh?”
“I'm sorry, okay? Maybe we can start over?”
“Sorry for saying I got in the band by stabbing people, or for insin—you—ate—” She rubbed her jaw like it would help her form words, and tried again. “Insinuating I had sex with somebody? Or something?”
“All that,” Sadie said, clearly embarrassed. “You don't know me, but I-I'm not somebody who says things that messed up.”
“Sure you are,” Carrie said. “But you said sorry.” She slapped Sadie's arm, in what Gerri was sure she thought was a gentle pat. “It's okay.”
“I don't usually say sorry,” Sadie mumbled.
“You should work on that,” Carrie said. “Hey! Who wants more bubbly drink?”
“Ha!” Gerri said. “She likes it.”
“No more,” Sadie said.
“Joy killer,” Gerri said. “Killer of the joy!”
“It's midnight,” Sadie said.
“And we've had our first make up! We've gotta celebrate!”
“In an alcohol free manner,” Sadie allowed.
“I know!” Dee sat up straight, eyes wide and alert. Gerri almost jumped out of her skin. “Selfie time!”
“Celebration selfie?” Sadie asked.
“Perfect!” Gerri yelled. They squished together on the three person sofa, Gerri in the center with Dee basically on her lap, and snapped three quick shots: one with Jo's eyes closed, another where Carrie loudly hiccuped and almost everyone closed their eyes when they jumped, and another where everyone was still laughing about that.
“You guys... you're so...” Carrie started.
“What?” Gerri asked.
"You guys are so strange."
The room filled with laughter again.
DEADLY DIVAS FORUM
They told me not to tell, but I can't keep quiet any longer. I made the band! What do you think my stage name should be? Sorry pictures are a little fuzzy. Bad lighting. <3 Jenna, Your New Deadly Diva
Liar.
Freak.
So cute!
Quack, quack! Duck face!
I'm a real Deadly Diva and this is fake. - Kelsey
Ignore that other girl, I'M the real deal. Wanna be in our concert? Go here .
Chapter Seven
CARRIE
They'd drunk too much. Never again , she promised herself. She didn't like it. She'd felt so... loose. It was like she couldn't control her mouth. She was always so careful about what she allowed herself to say. Alcohol was a problem. That aside, she'd also stayed up too late. She thought they'd fallen asleep around two in the morning, but she couldn't be sure, and it wasn't important right then anyway. What was important was the chorus of alarms sounding off at four thirty in the morning, and the barrage of people who'd clamored through the front door not fifteen minutes later. Meghan was among them.
"What did you girls do ? Did you not read your schedules? You can read, can't you?" She was clapping again. Always with the clapping.
Carrie walked out of her room, bleary-eyed and still taking stock of the many types of awful she felt, when a man with measuring tape came at her, followed by his much taller assistant, also carrying measuring tape. "They certainly did procure a variety, didn't they?"
"Mmm," said the shorter one. They were holding Carrie's arms out at her sides.
"Would you mind informing me why you are measuring my arm at four in the morning, in my home?"
The man laughed. "Stranger things than this will be happening soon, I assure you."
"This is far from the strangest thing that has ever happened to me," Carrie said. "It doesn't make it polite."
"Oh, she bites," the taller man
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