off limits ( m.s. )

FOUR

IV.
SOTC: many times - dijon

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    "guys, i'm really not sure about this." she says nervously.

    it's been a few days since the boys convinced her to join them for the next video. as filming got closer and closer, the more her stomach tied itself into knots.

ruby has never been great in front of audiences, and each of the triplets are so naturally funny in their own way that she's not sure she'll be able to keep up. she's terrified of ruining the whole thing.

    "you're gonna be a natural." nick brushes her off.

    "how do you know that? you still haven't told me what we're doing yet." she reminds them while setting up the camera on the tripod, adjusting the zoom slightly so they'll all be in frame.

   "and it'll stay that way until we start the video." chris says, arms crossed as he rocks back on his heels.

    ruby sighs but stays silent, messing around with the settings until she's satisfied.

    "okay, camera is good. are we ready?"

    they each flash her a thumbs up. she presses the record button and hurries around the kitchen island to join them on the other side.

    she stands in the middle, matt to her left, chris and nick to her right. thinking about the sheer number of people who are going to watch this back makes her stomach churn.

    nick starts it off, clapping his hands together loudly. "welcome, everyone, and thank you for joining us on this very special episode of the sturniolo triplets doing stupid shit."

   "we have a guest today, so say hello to ruby." matt creeps up behind her to shake her lightly by the shoulders.

    ruby attempts a small smile and waves at the lens. "happy to be here."

    "none of you know ruby yet, so we figured what better way to introduce you to our editor than by playing hot seat." nick announces with a shit-eating grin.

chris goes to grab something out of the pantry, coming back with a packet of tortillas in his hand. "with a twist, naturally."

she furrows her brows, still confused by the premise of this whole thing.

"we asked you guys to send us some spicy questions, and you delivered. so now we're going to pick three of our favorites and ask each other to answer them." nick continues.

chris jumps back in, gesturing to the food in his hand. "if you refuse to answer it, you get slapped in the face with one of these tortillas."

it all clicks in her brain now, and for the first time in days, she actually lets herself get a little bit excited.

"oh, i'm going to make you guys regret this so bad." she says.

"those are fighting words, webber. i'd be careful." matt says in a serious tone, but he grins afterwards nonetheless.

chris hands them each a tortilla, attempting to spin his around on his finger like they do with pizzas. it slaps against the floor seconds later.