#para:celia

[fredcilier]

❄️ for our muses to get snowed in together 

As much as Freddie had enjoyed Thanksgiving at the Bayou, she wasn’t the type to crash the same party twice. She knew that the invitation had been more as an extension of Cece and less because of Freddie herself, so Christmas she planned to hit the road, stop and visit Jordan and maybe Ally during the holidays, instead of bumming off the Dubois and keeping an eye on whatever was happening with her baby sister and Reggie. Still, she couldn’t resist the urge to stop there for a while when her bus brought her through, asking Cece to come meet her at her favorite jazz bar, Bass Notes and Beignets. Freddie had made herself at home inside of the club, leaning back and enjoying the music as she waited for her baby sister to arrive, when they told her a storm was rolling in and to get home as soon as she could before the roads all closed down. “Aw, hell no,” Freddie grumbled, trudging in the direction of the Dubois house and texting Cece on her way. Looked like she was crashing the Christmas ‘party’ after all...

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[abigailtremaine]

🧨 for our muses to play a prank together.

For a day that was supposed to be all about having fun, Abby was having a hard time not being annoyed by all the AKs and their antics. Halloween was for tricks and treats, but they were ruining it by being mushy on the hay rides, and mushy in the corn maze, and even mushy in the haunted house. Who was mushy in a haunted house? It just didn’t make sense. So when she spotted Celia, it was a pleasant change from feeling like the event had turned into Orange Valentine’s Day, and she instantly grabbed onto her friend’s elbow so she didn’t lose her in the crowd. “This. Is so. Boring. We need to shake things up fast, or else I’m going to die,” Abby groaned pleadingly. “What do you say we go, I don’t know, ruin the boy’s basketball team’s day? Just you and me?”

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[fredcilier]

Freddie was looking too fine in her Josie the Pussycat costume to want to get caught up in anyone’s drama tonight, so first chance she got, she ducked towards the drink table to pour herself a little something and try to find someone else to chill with for a bit. And she succeeded, too; almost instantly, she spotted her sister, and drink in hand, she strutted over to Celia, arching an eyebrow at her. “You? Having fun at an Auradon shindig? Almost don’t believe my eyes,” she teased, tipsily slinging an arm around her sister. “Next thing I know you’re gonna be dancing with princes and everything,” she needled. 

@cecefacilier