entranceway | say it ain't so (video)

[ When Liv appears on the screen, she's in a nice off-white sweater with a hint of gold sparkle to it, full face of makeup and nervously smiling. She gives a wave, then lets out a breath she's been holding. ]

I have a confession. And some of you know. Some of you who know me don't know, and everyone else...

[ She pauses, looking down a little. Is this the right thing? Hell if she knows. It's not like she's in a place the size of Seattle. Maybe now's the time to just come clean. ]

The rest of you don't need to know but uh...at this point if someone found out by word of mouth I feel like it'd suck more, so.

My name is Liv. I've been living here since the summer. And...I'm a zombie.

[ She pauses for a beat. ]

Obviously from a different zombie world than the rest of you. I'll answer your questions now: Yes, I eat what you think I eat but the closet provides it for me. I only act like the maniac you'd expect when I'm hurt unexpectedly and then I'm super strong and just kind of...grunty. But I can help, I do help. I've saved people. I've died here. Yes, I'm technically dead right now, but I still look great?

I guess those are the hard-hitting questions. If you have any others I'll be here to answer them.

Please don't try to kill me. I'll just come back.

So I guess that's it. Now you all know, and I can breathe easier. Ish. Well, not breathe. Whatever, you know what I mean.

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[ She still feels terrible! And not just because she almost ate brains! ]

Wait wait wait. I'm the one who almost ate your- your food. And then- [ Talked about zombies in a bad way when Liv isn't a bad zombie... Like, she's cool for a zombie? No, that sounds zombist, too, definitely. But she definitely doesn't think Liv is going to try to scoop her brains out and eat them. Or cook them and eat them. ]

[ Uh... start over? ] Anyway! I feel like I owe you.

Drinks? [ She gasps. ] Karaoke?

You definitely don't owe me anything, I promise. However, I'll never say no to alcohol and singing my heart out to ABBA songs.

[ Liv smiles brightly. ]

Shots? I'll go easy on you.

Go easy on me? [ Cue the incredulous because whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat??? ]

Unless zombie-ness gives you drinking superpowers, I'm the one who'll have to take it easy on you.

[ Not really. But, uh, Emily can be scary competitive sometimes. ]

I'm not the one who actually needs a liver.

[ She grins, trying to look nice and innocent. ]

Soooo I guess we'll just see what happens.

[ Emily's eyes widen. Guess what didn't occur to her.

But. B U T. They've had a discussion about this. They can't gain weight here. Which means they probably can't get sick here.

Bring. It. On. ]

Damon's Bar. Bring someone to carry you home when you lose.

[ That's tough talk from the person who most likely is going to lose. ]

[ This is honestly going to be great since it takes about one full bottle of tequila to really get the party started. Liv will probably wind up carrying Emily home. That's okay, she likes her ]

See you at Damon's.

[ She's prepared to be wowed either way. ]

[ Emily gets there as fast as she can - and honestly, she's wondering about the wisdom of wearing heels in Wonderland all the time, especially since there aren't any stairs.

So yeah, by the time she gets there, Liv is already there. Emily walks over with a smile that promises death and stops in front of her. ]

Let's do this.

[ To make it more impressive, she cracks her knuckles. Two of them pop. She tries again and gets nothing. Again, and still nothing. She quickly takes the seat next to Liv. ]

Pretend that worked.

For you? I will.

[ And she's already sliding over a shot, but the first one deserves a toast. ]

To making a new friend even though my life is super weird and I'm dead.

That is so sweet.

[ Almost sweet enough to overlook the whole "and I'm dead" thing. Emily's going to need a little bit of time to be totally cool with that. ]

So. What are we drinking? Vodka? Bourbon? Whiskey? Tequila? Are we eating the worm?

[ Emily grew up in the Midwest and moved to the Big(ish) City, so her thing is really cheap beer and watered-down martinis. But she is going to keep going like you wouldn't believe. She didn't come to Wonderland to drink cheap beer and watered-down martinis. She came here to not age, not have to diet, and maybe die five times. Oh, yeah. She also came here to win. ]

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