You need to lie between us so she doesn’t kill me when I tell her I stalked the hell out of her sweetheart! Was the instruction given to Alexander just before Jo’s arrival in a moment of calmness and in-between excited skipping around the loft. As weird as tonight’s sleepover combination was, Lara was looking forward to it, and she wasn’t afraid to show it. And honestly, when wasn’t Lara Sawyer all hyped up about weird? The first half an hour the blonde spent paying close attention to make sure her soulmate and well, Alexander Warren weren’t feeling uncomfortable around each other. While the blonde was perfectly fine with weird, she wouldn’t want it to be uncomfortable for either of her people, knowing words threat, lame and tiny had been exchanged in the past. At some point after loud and enthusiastic chatter Alexander was definitely having a hard time to follow (but kudos to the love of her life, because he did follow nonetheless), Joey pulled out face masks and the sleepover could officially commence. Jo seemed to be comfortable enough, her brilliant usual self, as Lara noticed. As for the man, the blonde could only hope he wasn’t too distracted with her silky sleepover robe– their conversations were as out-of-this-world as ever and while Alexander had been incredibly nice, she made sure to press a gentle butterfly kiss to his shoulder every once in a while so he wouldn’t feel left out while the blonde attentively listened to Jo’s story– listened, visualized it, immersed herself into it. “I guess you could say, my Shawty got low, low, low, low…” she flashed a silly grin at Jo and the brunette was done, leaving Lara with… So many questions, so she jerked up from her lying position and draped herself across Alex’s chest to be closer to her Colorful Symphony as she questioned. “Where in Florence? What were you wearing? Which song?” Asked she with wide blue eyes as she put cucumbers over Alex’s eyes. “What? For me? Aren’t the goodies you brought enough?”
It was hard for Johanna to get comfortable in front of people she didn’t know or trusted, hence the intimidation tactic she had applied to the agent the night of the wedding rehearsal (putting aside her obvious overprotectiveness of Lara). However, the brunette discovered that the more she shared with her soulmate’s beau, the calmer she felt, the most comfortable she got. It was a nice change, coming from someone who had always had problems with authority to be comfortable enough to drop a part of the façade she was so used to put on in front of people, it helped that she was met halfway with laughter and interest instead of judgement coming from the other two parties involved in the improved sleepover. And even she had to accept that seeing the couple interact, the way the man’s hand instinctively reached to get any sort of contact with Lara or the never-seen-before tenderness that her friend irradiated whenever the agent was around, was an experience in its own. She quickly wondered if she’d be stepping out of line if she asked and pry over every detail of the couple’s relationship in hopes of creating yet another sappy love song for the ages. At Lara’s joke, a set of giggles and chuckles filled the room, coming from the music producer and the agent himself who also seemed way less anxious than before. “So low I couldn’t stand up and someone had to carry me to the hospital. They had to fix my knee in the spot too? No anesthesia or anything they just... popped it on its right place, I’m telling you I was so close to punching the poor man in the face when he did it. In my defense, I didn’t understand a word of what he was saying and I didn’t do it” she pointed out to the agent with a smirk that was met with a playful roll of eyes before cucumbers were placed on his eyes. At the blonde’s queries, the brunette smirked and leaned over to press a kiss on her nose, shrugging “Story for another time, lay down, I gotta put cucumbers in your eyes because I cannot look at you when I show you the thing” she instructed, waiting patiently for Lara to comply. Adverting her eyes from the couple, the music producer grabbed her purse, pulling out her AirPods “So, lately I’ve been going through a block, creatively speaking. Turns out, I just needed a beach. I wrote a couple songs in Hamptons. One I’ve already shown to its rightful owner” and Johanna was glad the two individuals in bed had their eyes closed and she was wearing a face mask that hid the lightest shade of pink on her cheeks “And well... okay hold on” she used the only advantage she had by being the only one in the room with any vision and she placed one AirPod in her friend’s ear and other on the male holding her close with a soft sigh. “Just... listen and tell me what you think, alright? Be as honest and blunt as you must be” she mused, cleaning her throat as she searched through her phone. Showing this one song, in particular, wasn’t as nervewracking as showing the other she had written around the same time, even though it was more personal. Chewing her lower lip, she hit play.
