𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐫. 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

"Glad you guys could make it. Look at the showing to this shit," Tatum sighed, giving you and Sidney a hug before turning back to the crowd.

You, Billy, Stu, Mickey, Randy, Sidney, Tatum, and Hallie were all on top of a grassy knoll that overlooked the courtyard, where around fifty or more reporters were gathered for the Chief of Police's press conference.

"This is huge," Randy exhaled, scanning over every face in the crowd. 

Until he landed on a familiar one.

"Guys, look! It's Gale Weathers," he called, turning your face to where he was looking.

"Star of the Gale Weathers press conference, based on the book Gale Weathers, soon to be a major motion picture starring Gale Weathers," he spoke into Mickey's camera.

Apparently, he was making some sort of documentary for a project.

"Be kind. She helped save our lives," Sidney scolded.

"She had calf implants," Stu observed, snickering under his breath, earning a nudge from Tatum to be quiet.

"Fuck her. She barely did shit. Couldn't even tell whether a gun had it's safety on or not," you scoffed, sitting down on the little stone ledge.

"I'm gonna get closer," Randy hummed, walking away. 

And almost immediately, Mickey sat down next to you.

You were about to question it when the girls from Delta Lambda Zeta came strutting over like a flock of pink, well-manicured geese.

"Hello, girls. Enjoying yourselves?" Lois asked, her smile so big that it made your cheeks hurt.

"Hello, Sister Lois. Sister Murphy," Hallie greeted.

"Hello, pledge. Hi, Sidney. Hi, Tatum. Hi, (y/n)," Lois turned to you three.

"Hey," Sidney awkwardly waved.

"Sup," Tatum smirked.

You gave a simple nod, looking back down at the conference to find Randy.

"This must be flat-out hell for you. How are you holding up?" Murphy asked, pouting.

"We manage," Tatum nodded, pulling the lollipop out her mouth.

"It's really weird, isn't it? To think this fuss is all because of you!" Lois smiled.

You turned to her and glared, trying to silently let her know that she was entering touchy territory.

"I mean, not directly, but in some six-degrees-of Kevin Bacon way."

"Yeah. Now, Hallie, are you gonna bring your friends to our little martini mixer tonight?" Murphy asked.