Enter (Y/N)

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The gang was in Paddy's, doing their usual nightly routine of beer, pizza, and arguing.

"Just tell me I look fat!" Dennis screams.

"Oh my god! All the time with this. You're like a girl!" Dee responds with an eye roll.

The gang's attention quickly turns towards the door when they hear it slowly open. A (Y/H/C) woman peeks her head around the door. She scans the bar timidly. Her eyes light up when she sees Dee.

"So this is the right bar! Okay." The woman opens the door fully and steps into the bar.

"And who might you be?" Dennis asks, pivoting on his barstool to face the woman properly.

"I'm (Y/N). I'm Dee's friend from acting class. She asked me if I wanted to stop by tonight. I wasn't going to, but it's better than sitting alone in my dark and empty apartment."

The gang exchanges a look. Dee has friends that they don't know about? What else could she be hiding?

Dennis stands and advances towards (Y/N).

"Okay. Well, I'm-" He begins. She cuts him off.

"You're Dennis Reynolds. Dee's twin brother. And you're Frank Reynolds. The twins legal father. And you're Mac Macdonald. Dennis's best friend and roommate. So that must make you Mr. Charlie Kelley. Dee has told me all about all of you."

The men are stunned for a moment. Dee actually talks about them to other people?

"Well, you certainly know your stuff, don't you?" Dennis says in a sultry voice, stepping closer to (Y/N). (Y/N) gives him a deadpan look.

"Yeah, Dee told me you'd do this. I'm not going to fall for you, so you can save your little DENNIS system."

Dee grins proudly. Dennis shoots her a glare.

"So she really did tell you everything, didn't she?" He huffs and retreats back to his barstool.

Mac laughs loudly.

"I like this girl! She can put Dennis in his place! Get over here and drink with us, (Y/N)!" He says, pouring her a beer. (Y/N) smiles and sits down at the bar. Mac slides the glass towards her. She grabs it and chugs it.

"I think you're going to fit in just fine." Dee says. Charlie raises his beer.

"To (Y/N)!" The others follow suit and lift their glasses as well.

"To (Y/N)!"

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