Realistically, Marley should've assumed that her wish for a drama free night was borderline delusional.
She should've known that there was no way they wouldn't cross paths with her fan club.
She was so unsurprised by this current turn of events that all she was wondering about in that very moment was how Trish's lips weren't blue.
She was wearing a jean skirt that was barely scraping halfway up her thighs. Paired with a red v-neck, a push-up bra, and black pumps, she couldn't have been at all comfortable in this fall weather. Well, maybe she was gaining some semblance of warmth from leeching on Jordan's side.
They were currently on the side of the bathroom building, in the middle of a tense confrontation with their, by now, mortal enemies.
About five minutes ago, they entered the carn
