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open to m/f/nb information on brig: here
“I swear, if you make fun of me one more time for the glitter on my face, I am going to frosting bomb you!” Brig said with a soft huff. “The shaker of edible glitter wasn’t on right and it got me. I do not look like Bella Cullen, thank you. Is it really that bad? I tried to get as much off as I could..”
@uhhmarleywrites wanted a starter and gets Brigitte
She'd come with a group of friends from college. They were always trying to get her to go out and she'd always turned them down because she used work as an excuse but now the bakery was closed temporarily because the owner had to deal with things and the girls had found out. Now she was here at this club and very much out of her element as she tugged the skirt down because it felt too short and all she wanted to do was go home or somewhere else. The others had abandoned her and Brig was in a bind. She didn't drive and she really didn't have much money on her for an uber either. Calling her brother was out of the question too because the last thing she wanted was a lecture so she stepped to the bar and leaned against it. Someone started chatting her up and she was extremely uncomfortable, looking for a way out. "Um, I think my ride's here. Sorry." She said, waving towards the person in near distance that she'd talked to a small handful of times when they came into the bakery before ducking under the guy's arm and walking over to the other person. "I am so sorry, but can you please play along and pretend that you're my ride so I can get away from Creepazoid back there? Just five minutes to get me out the door and I'm out of your hair, please. I'll owe you one, you can come into the shop and your next order is on me. Or something."
open to: m/nb info on brig
“I asked you to go away,” Brigitte said, trying to pipe the buttercream on the cupcake she was working on. “Maybe you could, I don’t know, listen? What are you doing here anyway? If it’s for a favor again I’m going to take this piping back and frost your face instead of this cupcake.”
