E.Ryan: Before we begin...ah, where is that pen? I know I...
Reese: Red, it's behind your ear.
E.Ryan: hmm? Oh, haha. There you are...right so let's start, shall we? I'm sure there are plenty of people who are excited to get to know you two.
Lively: I'm sure they are.
Reese: Liv, could you at least pretend to like me? We're being interviewed for God's sake.
E.Ryan: Uh, okay. So let's start with your names, that's simple enough, right?
Reese: Doll, I hate to break it to you, but if someone's reading this, they probably already know our names.
E.Ryan: Right. How Embarrassing. Okay, so let's get to another icebreaker. How would you physically describe each other?
Liv: oh god. Don't make me vomit.
Reese: She's a babe, E. I gotta hand it to ya, the way you gave Lively her long, unruly black hair, pale skin and nice round as---
Lively: Shut up Reese. She's not asking for you to let your freak flag fly. She's asking how we look to each other.
Reese: What do you think I'm doing, Princess? I think I'm doing a mighty fine job describing your asssssssssets just fine.
Lively: Ugh. Reese, you're a pig. E, I've spent some time being around this weasel, he's been under the weather a bit--
Reese: Pft. Just a bit? I damn near---
Lively: Could I just finish one damn question without you interrupting every chance you get? Yes? Okay. As I was saying, Reese is tall, muscular--
Reese: Yeah, I am. Get a look at these guns!
Lively: AHHHHHH!
E.Ryan: Reese, let her finish.
Lively: What I'm trying to say is that he's tall, muscular, he has eyes the color of warm honey, hair that reminds me of chestnuts and it's usually messy. He's not male model good looking but there's this flair to him, maybe it's his angular face, his cocky smile, or his five o'clock shadow but it keeps the ladies around. If he'd shut up sooner....but he's always got to be clowning around.
Reese: Princess, I never knew. E.Ryan no jokes?
E.Ryan: No jokes, Reese.
Reese: What I said earlier? That is some of what I see but Liv, she's so much more. Sometimes, I know her mood by how stormy her gray eyes are. They're always the window into what she's thinking or feeling...and yeah, she's pale, but in a good way. Her curves, they can really fill out her clothes and I would lying if I said I never checked 'em out. I'm a guy. I'm dense with this shit but that's how I feel.
E.Ryan: Those weren't bad answers, and coming from me, I couldn't have done better. This next question is a bit of doozy, so steel yourselves, alright? What's family life to each of you?
Lively: I don't want to talk about that. You know better than anyone, I'd prefer not to get into it.
E.Ryan: I know, and I truly am sorry, but inquiring minds must know.
Reese: Liv, I'll go first okay? It'll be okay.
Lively: Doubtful, but go ahead.
Reese: Okay, so before all of the crap that went down with the world ending and all... I did have a family. Dad was kind of a dick, not really around. Mom was there but not mentally, if you know what I mean...so it was just me and the kid sister. Someone had to look out for her and I didn't see anyone else volunteering, so I took it into my own hands. Corrine never wanted for anything, not if I could help it. Couple of times I got into some sticky situations but I always sweet talked myself out of it. If you make a girl blush enough or flatter a cop enough you can get out of just about anything. Then...shit hit the fan. I was around twenty or so and Corrine, she was just starting junior high. I was so proud of her man, for sticking with it. She could have been anything....
