the penis sticker on her cheek is a stolen relic from the night before, when she had been bar hopping and somehow ended up joining a stranger’s bachelorette party. magda might also, technically, be a bridesmaid for this wedding, but she doesn’t remember saving anyone’s number. she hopes that if she did rsvp she picked the steak option, fish makes her a little queasy on account that she is a pisces and she’s convinced that this makes it technically cannibalism. nobody stops to ask about the sticker, they just kind of look at her with pointed eyes like they are trying to figure out if it is really a penis or some sort of wart. she walks confidently from her room in kincaid all the way to front steps of alderidge, penis on her face, until she sees felix and stands squarely in front of him. “hey, so like, totally random, but if i needed a date to a wedding where i may or may not be a bridesmaid, would you be down? we may even be able to steal more penis stickers.” @felixlcsser