"Sit, drink, we have business to discuss." Rowan said and took a sip of his drink, not waiting for the other person to sit and drink. @rededgerpstarterblog
"It's sexy when you talk to me like that." Brittany winks at him as she sits down across from him and takes a sip of her wine. "What's going on, handsome?"
"Hmm, I needed this coffee trip, thank you for joining me." Maren smiles at her friend. "I don't know the last time I got to sit and relax, so this is great." @rededgerpstarterblog
"You mean to tell me, that after all these years, you still haven't asked your crush out? It's really not that hard, I mean, they aren't married or dead, are they?" @rededgerpstarterblog
Teddy was getting into a project for Illiana and for himself, but more for Illiana. He wanted to build a bigger closet for them, so that she could fit more of her things in. He wanted to make her feel more at home. So he asked for a friend to help out with that. “Thank you so much for coming to help out. I’ve gotten all of the wood cut, stacked up, sanded, and now we can just get it all dolled up. But I don’t know what color the closet should be besides white… what do you think?” He looked over at his friend as he stood in the closet while drinking his beer.@rededgerpstarterblog
Brittany looked at Teddy and fanned her face. "What's her favorite color?" She raised a brow at him. "You could do that and make a whole theme out of it, like people see baby doll pink and think of the coquette aesthetic with lace and ribbons."
"I can't believe I just went to smell this perfume like I have a sense of smell." Petra laughed. "You'd think I'd be used to not knowing what anything smells like since I've lived with it my whole life." @rededgerpstarterblog
"That is very true." He agreed with a laugh. "Though, I won't fuck with people who have little kids, because some parents are just shitty and I won't let the kids go through that, you know?"
Brittany doesn’t read the options like they’re instructions.
She reads them like they’re an audience.
Sacrifice. Risk. Protection. Three neat little boxes, dressed up to look meaningful. As if people don’t make these choices every day without naming them. As if calling it a “challenge” suddenly makes it honest.
Her lips curve faintly—not amused, not dismissive. Just aware.
Sacrifice for strength? That’s what people tell themselves when they’re trying to make loss feel purposeful. Brittany doesn’t romanticize losing things. She’s had too much taken without consent to ever pretend it was part of some greater plan. Strength doesn’t come from sacrifice. It comes from adaptation—from learning how to take something back before it’s gone for good.
And protect what matters?
That one almost makes her laugh.
Protecting something means you’re waiting for it to be threatened. It means you’re on defense, reacting, holding, hoping it doesn’t slip through your fingers. Brittany doesn’t hold onto things and hope they stay.
She makes sure they don’t have the option to leave.
Which leaves risk.
This is where people get it wrong.
Most of them hear “risk” and think chance. Uncertainty. A leap without knowing where they’ll land. That’s why they hesitate—because they think they’re giving control up.
Brittany doesn’t see it that way.
To her, risk is leverage.
Her gaze sharpens slightly, like she’s already three steps ahead of a conversation no one else has caught up to yet. Every decision she’s ever made that mattered—leaving, returning, building something out of nothing—looked like a risk from the outside. Unstable. Impulsive. Too much, too fast.
But she’s never moved blindly.
There’s always a calculation underneath it. Always an angle. Always a point where the odds shift—subtly, quietly—in her favor.
That’s the part people miss.
They think she’s reckless because she moves without hesitation. Because she doesn’t second-guess out loud. Because she doesn’t wait for permission or reassurance before she acts.
But hesitation is where people lose.
And Brittany doesn’t lose.
Not if she can help it.
Her boutique didn’t come from playing it safe. Her life didn’t rebuild itself because she chose comfort. Everything she has—every ounce of control she’s carved out of a world that never handed her anything—came from stepping into situations where the outcome wasn’t guaranteed… and making sure she walked out with something anyway.
Risk isn’t the danger.
Not taking it is.
Because standing still? Waiting? Hoping things stay the same?
That’s how you end up with nothing.
Brittany’s expression settles into something calm, assured—like the decision was never really a decision at all.
Risk for reward.
Of course it is.
Not because she’s chasing something blindly—but because she understands how to turn uncertainty into opportunity. How to step into the unknown and make it hers before anyone else has the chance.
If there’s a cost, she’ll account for it.
If there’s a gap, she’ll fill it.
And if there’s something to be gained?
She won’t hesitate long enough for someone else to take it first.
Because Brittany Miller has never been afraid of the edge.
"There's just something so magical about when tourist season begins. Not only because they boost our economy, but because it's really fun to see them make assholes out of themselves." @rededgerpstarterblog
Brittany laughed. "Oh, I love tourist season." She said with a smile. "It's my favorite time of year and fucking with them, is one of my all time favorite past times."
"Oh my gosh, it is so good to see you!" She smiled at her friend. "I am so excited to just let loose and have no worries, how about you?" @rededgerpstarterblog
“What no it’s true!” Mika laughed at her sarcasm. She hated that Brittany could see right through her, but at the same time would keep her actual thoughts to her self. “But yeah I’ve been so busy and just came back from France after 2 months. It’s been a lot, but it was so worth it,” she nodded her head with a smile.
Brittany smiled at her. "Well I'm happy that you're back, we all are. Honestly Red Edge isn't the same when one of us is gone." She shrugged. "How was France though?"
Ivy laughed “ I don’t think the cashier even has a type. That guy will hump anything that walks ,” she shook her head. “ But how are you doing? How are things going? What’s the juicy gossip? Off record of course,”she joked.
"Yeah, and I'm past that stage in my life, I'm old." Brittany joked and looked at her with a smile. "Hmm, well some people at my job are sleeping together and they are both married."
"As a bartender, I highly reccomend you not mixing those two drinks together. However, as your friend, I really need a good laugh, so if you want to mix two drinks together and make a look of disgust, I won't stop you." @rededgerpstarterblog
Brittany made a face and laughed. "I don't want to do that, I don't care how good of friends we are." She laughed again. "I can try to convince someone to take a gross shot though."
"Oh my gosh, I so needed this." Elena said. "I had an ambudance of cord cuttings in December, like everyone wanted a new start before 2026 started. It was...it was a lot." @rededgerpstarterblog
"I would hope not, considering how much you and I have been through with literally everything." Brittany smiled at Elena. "Besides Emersyn, you are one of my best friends."
Brittany looked at Ivy and took a sip of her drink. "It's already paid for." She giggled. "I couldn't drink or eat something unless I'd actually pay for it."
Ivy nodded " I don't know. You seem like the kinda rebel that would. I wouldn't put it it past ya. Plus, your hot and could get away with anything," she nodded.
"Maybe when I was in college or in high school when I knew my parents would help me if I needed it, but I have an adult job now." Brittany laughed and shook her head. "I don't think I'm the cashiers type."