#verse: Zizzie bomb

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@theoriginalbloodcountess gets a spooked out red-head

     “Wait... hold up here. You want me to go where with you when?” 

     Zoe takes a step back from the Countess, and holds her hands in front of her own body as if to ward off the words, hoping she heard incorrectly, because like hell someone with her abilities is stepping foot in a damn graveyard. It’s like putting a flashing neon light over her head that says ‘free counseling here: contact your living relatives, get vengeance on your shitty ex-partner’, and she definitely doesn’t have the degree or get paid enough to be a psychologist or errand girl for a group of lonely ghosts. Honestly, she can only deal with ghosts on a one-to-one basis. 

     Also, she definitely is not being paid enough to hang out in a cemetery with the homicidal ancestor of her current girlfriend. As spooky as she likes her movies, and decor, cemeteries are a hard pass. Plus, everyone knows that cemeteries are the worst place to be in case of magical zombie resurrection. 

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Izzie blew a sneaky kiss at Zoe

      “Well hello, stranger. Come here often?” 

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@takeabiteoutofyou– Tell your girlfriend that she needs to stop loving your greyhound so much. 

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@takeabiteoutofyou liked for a thing

     Zoe can’t help but laugh after she reads the review of The Final Sacrifice. After taking a moment to compose herself, she calls into the other room, “Oh my god. Babe. The Final Sacrifice sounds like it has the shittiest plot ever. I say we should watch it, and relentlessly make fun of it. Or, if that doesn’t help, we can at least make out for most of it. With Chinese food, of course. Are you up for it?” 

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"What are your plans, this weekend?," Izzie asked, lips still perfect, having realized she'd need no lipstick if she wanted to make out fully with Zoe. She had something in mind for them, if her girlfriend wasn't busy. Girlfriend, fuck, that felt great to her ears.

     Zoe tucks a stray curl behind her ear, her cheeks still pink as she tries to recall her work schedule for that weekend. 

     “I work Friday and Saturday night. One of the many perks of being a bartender. But I do think I have off on Sunday, and of course, during the day on Saturday. Why? Planning on kidnapping me, Izzie? Taking me on a random trip to see the rare arctic mermaids? Or are you just planning on tying me up so I can’t go anywhere else?”