She had just gotten home after filming for the last day of Birds of Prey (BOP) and she was tired. Tired but contempt and proud.
She got undressed out of her uniform and poured herself a glass of champagne to celebrate the last day of filming, something she usually does with other people but felt like being alone this time.
She sat down on her couch, the cold leather sending chills up her naked back, but she leaned back, embracing the cold. She was herself, not a character. She was happy.
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Mary Elizabeth Winstead
FanfictionThis is a fanfic about my favorite actress, Mary Elizabeth Winstead.