Twisted Sisters by Lancaster Jen

Author:Lancaster, Jen [Lancaster, Jen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Humorous
ISBN: 9780451239655
Google: BJnZgqIIOnsC
Amazon: 0451239652
Barnesnoble: 0451239652
Goodreads: 18114097
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2014-02-04T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The Ego Has Landed

The episode airs on Thursday night, one week after having been filmed. The team had to do a crash edit to pull it all together, but Ruby and Faye made it happen.

I mean, after I made it happen.

(Yes, I’m giving myself affirmations again. I deserve them.)

Normally, the whole staff would stage an episode-watching party, but after everything that went down with Lance and Ashlee, and following the soft opening of Dr. Karen and the not-exactly-OCD hand washer’s episode, everyone’s understandably afraid to jinx tonight. I’d have invited Deva over, but she’s taking a mini-break at one of her other houses since we’re not shooting this week. As she completely saved my hide, I begrudge her nothing.

I’m just about to settle in on the couch to watch the episode when there’s a knock at my door. This is odd, because no one can enter without having been buzzed.

“Who is it?” I demand, my voice coming out sharper than usual.

“Yo, Dr. B! It’s Trevor and Bryce. Got something for ya!”

I open the door, and not only are the boys completely dressed, but they come bearing gifts: a bottle of whipped-cream-flavored vodka and a six-pack of sugar-free Red Bull.

“’S’like a housewarming dealie,” Trevor explains. “Only for your new show. Bought you sugar-free. You know, for health.”

I look at the guys, grinning from ear to ear, and then at each of their offerings. “That is really”—don’t say disgusting, don’t say disgusting, don’t say disgusting—“very sweet. Would you like to come in?”

“Naw, gots to go, playa,” Bryce explains. “Three-dollar Fireball shots at the Dark Horse and half-price apps, yeah! Gotta get my Thursday night on!”

“Well . . . thank you for this thoughtful gesture, and I won’t keep you.”

Trevor salutes and says, “Yeah, gratz, Dr. B!” They begin to clatter down the stairs when, as an afterthought, Trevor adds, “Next time your buddy Tabitha’s in town, maybe you give us the fresh hookup?”

“Sure thing.”

If my time with (and being) Tabitha Baylee taught me anything, it’s that she would absolutely jump on every semiliterate, inexplicably ESL frat boy who crosses her path.

Not.

I shut and lock the door behind them.

I glance at my whipped-cream vodka (why, God, why?) and sugar-free Red Bull, you know, for health. I’d likely drink paint thinner before allowing any of this near my lips, but I’m still oddly touched by the gesture. They certainly could have asked me for a favor without the sickly-sweet hooch and sugar-free rocket fuel.

I shove the libations into the hall closet. At some point I’ll regift this all back to them and they’ll never have been the wiser.

I grab the remote and sit down, but before I can even kick off my shoes, I hear the phone. I jump a little, as it’s so rare for my phone to ring, particularly with anyone with whom I’d like to speak. The sound is somewhat foreign between these four walls and echoes the length of the apartment.

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