This Means War

And That's FINAL

Well, this was it. This was really it. The last day of filming. For Ellie at least. A few other people had about another week of shooting left, but this was her last day on set of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. So many good times were had on set. Mostly at the expense of others.

Like the many, many pranks that had been pulled between herself and Sebastian. Or chasing after Anthony yelling 'chocolate!' at the end of a long shoot. Or starting a food fight with the sound crew. Or the camera crew's near constant exasperation at the glitter they kept finding on the man playing the supposedly intimidating Winter Soldier.

Good times. So many good times. She was definitely going to miss this. She had made a lot of good friends being a part of this show, friends she hoped would stay in contact when this was all said and done. It always hurt when you'd draw close to someone just to have them go complete radio silence. With any luck, at least a few people wouldn't be like that.

Though, she did have doubts about a few of them. Sebastian, for example, couldn't be blamed if he stopped talking to her after this. She had made his life hell for the last few months. Well, maybe not hell, but certainly an annoying inconvenience.

Between the rude wake up calls, being soaked with various liquids, being covered in glitter and less than desirable packages, no one could blame him for not keeping in contact. She hoped he would, she very much valued his friendship. Even if she didn't act like it.

Honestly, what she had planned for today wouldn't help her case in the slightest. It was her last day, however, and she was never one to pass up the opportunity to go out with a bang. That pun was fully intentional, considering what was in store.

Just as soon as filming had wrapped for the day, he came sauntering onto set. A man, dressed up as a cowboy stopped dead in front of Sebastian, and Ellie could see his face fall instantly.

His head snapped towards her and he mouthed something that looked an awful lot like "fuck you" in her direction. Sebastian crossed his arms, his ears turning red as the cowboy rolled his hips in a slow rhythm, practiced fingers undoing his shirt. It wasn't long before a crowd had formed, some people taking pictures. Other people, most notably Anthony, were full on recording as the cowboy went about his routine, stalking around the other man, running his hands across his chest and just generally making him very uncomfortable.

Sebastian finally tore his gaze back to the woman responsible when the stripper ripped off his pants, leaving him in his hat, boots and a g-string. The look in his eyes was somewhere between wanting to kill her, and wanting the ground to swallow him up right then and there.

"Uhh... thanks?" Sebastian mumbled awkwardly once the dance was over, taking a generous step back from the semi nude man.

"No problem, man." He responded, tipping his hat and gathering his clothes.

Sebastian bee-lined straight over to his 'friend' his cheeks still flushed as he closed in on her. "Seriously?"

"What? You know, most men are happy to be sent strippers!"

"Ellie, it was a male stripper."

"Well now you're just splitting hairs." Ellie scoffed. "Besides, I needed to give you something to remember me by!"

"Well, congrats. I will forever remember you for the time you sent me a half naked dude."

"Better than nothing." Ellie shrugged.

"If I didn't love you so much, I'd really hate you."

"Well then it's a good thing you're a sucker for mischief and a tragic backstory." Ellie laughed, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight.