"Hey, birthday Hale,” Tiff announces her return from the kitchen, nudging the door open with her hip as she’s got a tray in her hand. She’s already partially in costume (the dress and heels), and not feeling terribly confident because it’s a sexy costume and Tiffany doesn’t really dress sexy, but she’s excited anyway because the party should be really fun. Like, statistically there’s got to be zero chance they’ll get taken hostage and almost disembowelled again.
For now she’s pretty steady on her feet, despite the heels. Holding the tray out triumphantly, there’s a little collection of shot glasses each filled with pink liquid (cake flavoured vodka, Baileys, and chocolate liqueur tinted with food colouring), and rimmed with frosting and sprinkles. “I made birthday cake shots, but I couldn’t figure out a way to get candles in them. But I hope you can keep a steady hand when you’ve had a drink because I’ll need your help doing my makeup.” @haleandhorns