"Oh, yeah" Sasha backs away from the mirror, "won't you tell me how good I look?"

"Do I want to give you such validation after what you told me earlier?" Becky questions and turns the chair around.

"It would be greatly appreciated" Sasha pouts her lips, "I don't even think you could deny it if you tried" she smirks at her.

Becky looks around at her outfit and up and down.

"If only you knew how much it pained me to tell you that you're right. Only cause I chose it for you" she watched Sasha twirl.

"I'm so happy to bring you such a burden" Sasha flaunts.

"That doesn't surprise me" Becky rolls her eyes, "how are we supposed to get there anyways?" she furrows her brows, "my bike won't do"

"Trust me, somebody blind could tell that that bucket of bolts on wheels won't do. I got a bitch to drive us there, so we don't have to worry about that" she grins.

"A bitch?" Becky squints and thinks for a moment before dropping her shoulders, "oh, no."

"Oh, yes!" Sasha laughs obnoxiously at her realization.

"You got him?!" Becky glowers, "are you joking?!"

"'Course I'm not! He wouldn't do it, why'd you think I was on the phone so long?" She touches up her own makeup.

"Maybe he was being kind and sparing us the torture. You could've gotten anyone but him, Mercedes" Becky shakes her head.

"This is so much more fun! This is his torture, Becky! He's doing what we want, and doing what we will say. He shouldn't even be speaking" she sits close beside her.

"I get that, but you gotta know—and you do know—that his is presence is annoying. Even beyond annoying" She scoffs, shaking her head.

"I know" Sasha shrugs, scooting next to her, "you're such a prissy pants, I think you're gonna survive a single night with him"

"Don't word it like that, please. You make it sound like I'll be with him longer than about 25 minutes" Becky rolled her eyes again. "who can even tolerate him, hm?" She leans back in the chair.

"Pam, Liv" Sasha trails off with a shrug, finishing up her face, "the list ends there"

"They can tolerate anybody, so they don't even count" she messes with her bracelets.

"That...is true" Sasha sets the brushes down and sprays her face.

"What is that?" Becky asks, examining the bottle.

"Oh you, that's so adorable" Sasha giggles.

Becky purses her lips, "I'm serious" she squints at it, "won't it run?"

"It's setting spray, Becky" Sasha snickers, "it's made for the makeup not to run, and you will probably need some. Close your mouth and those eyes"

Becky hesitates a second before closing her mouth and eyes. Sasha sprays some over her face before moving the bottle to the side. "See? Now it won't run or sweat off or something" she sets the bottle down.

"It smells weird" Becky makes a face, blinking her eyes open with a weary expression.

"It's not supposed to necessarily smell good, Bex" Sasha chuckles.

Becky raises a brow and looks up and over to a clock on the wall for the time "damn. We should leave soon"

"Okay, come here real quick, let me give you some jewelry" Sasha leans forward over, taking off Becky's casual bracelets and switching them for fancier options. Along with those, she gave her a necklace and some nice earrings.

"Now, are you sure you have everything you need?" Sasha leans back up once she finished, making sure it matched what she was wearing.

"I mean, I think so" she shakes her leg, twisting her lips to the side.

"Oh. You're nervous, nervous" Sasha teases her, backing away from her to put a pair of shoes on.

"What? Me? No! Not at all" She says with a bit of sarcasm.

"Fine, talk it out, how we gonna do this?" Sasha asks her.

"I need to get her alone at some point, best if she's...well, vulnerable and just take her" she shrugs "preferably later in the night"

"Soo, we can actually party for the time before that?" Sasha raises up her brows.

"Yes, yes we can" Becky snickers at her excitement, "not too much. I may need you, you know"

"Oh, hell yeah!" She cheers "should anything happen, you'll be totally okay without me! You're the pro aren't you? You're so lucky we're a stealthy pair of bitches" Sasha grins, looking in the mirror once more.

"Yeah, let's say that" she chuckles as she finishes securing her shoes. Stumbling immediately when she went to stand, she puts her hand on the nearest wall.

"Ohh, no" Sasha shakes her head, "we need to practice your walk, like right now"

"It's just been a while since I've had to be dressy like this, I'm not uneducated!" She reminds her, "How the fuck do you wear these all the time?"

"Practice, of course. C'mere" she wraps her arm around her shoulder, "look down, follow my feet" she starts to walk, guiding her around the room.
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"See, you already got it back" Sasha praised.

"Okay" Becky walks in lines "I think, I'm fine" She continues to walk.

"Good. Now, stop wearing sneakers and boots once in a while, and you'd be even better" Sasha points down at her feet, "let's go!" Sasha puts her arm out.

Becky rolls her eyes with a tiny smile and locks her arm around Sasha's as they walk downstairs to leave.

"Woah, won't you look at these hotties" longtime housemate Naomi calls out to them.

Numerous heads turn to gawk and compliment the two as they made sure to show the whole of their outfits.

"Yes, we know, we know!" Sasha winks, "you've never seen a pair look this good, have you?"

"Not one. Good luck, don't have too much fun" Lexi lifts her finger with the warn.

"We won't!" they open the door and head to the car.

"You, drive us now, peasant!" Sasha hops inside the backseat along with Becky.

"I didn't agree to being called names, you know" Seth rolls his eyes and starts the car.

"You didn't agree to anything now did you? But you're still here? Go on!" Sasha waved her hand.

"Please. N' stop complainin', won't you?" Becky props her feet up on the seat.

"Careful. Your shoes are gonna bust the air bags" Sasha chuckles.

Bags, bags, bags.

"Shit! Wait, wait, wait!" Before Seth drives off, Becky quickly kicks her shoes off and opens the door, running to the front door of the house and bursting back inside.

"What happened?!" Alexa asks once she realized it was just Becky. Turning towards the door alert along with everyone else that was around.

"I forgot everything!" she yells out from her room that she got to rather quickly.

"Damn. She's really off her game, huh?" Bayley sighs, shaking her head slightly.

"Of course. That's what crushin' does to your head" Liv giggles in a whisper for only her to hear.
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Becky grabs a tablet and punches in a passcode, a wall slides out while she quickly slips inside.

"Idiot" she mumbled to herself, examining the lit-up room she was standing in.

"Just calm the hell down"

She walks to an elevated, lighted table and grabs some chloroform, a pair of black gloves, and a lock-pick.

She steps back and looks around the brightly lit walls surrounding the table, skimming for weapons.

She snatches a few knives and before snatching up some fiber wire, grimacing slightly as she looked down at it in her hands.

"You're outdoing yourself" She shakes her head and lays the items out, making sure she was properly armed as she put a couple things she grabbed away.

She stepped out the hidden room after she tossed everything in a bag to carry. Sliding the wall back in its place, it blends back in with the room once more.

"Hey! What happened?!" Sasha briskly walks inside of Becky's bedroom.

"I had nothing with me" she sighs, turning her head back to her, "you didn't even say anything"

"I knew something was missing, but don't blame me! Sorry I'm not your—oh...you can not bring that" Sasha points to the bag, cutting herself off from a brash comment.

"This one?" Becky looks at it, "why?"

"Do your eyes work? I am not gonna let you bring that gross bag in there!" Sasha shakes her head.

"I happen to like my bag" she grips onto it.

"Like it all you want. I have better bags" she preaches, "and we're getting you one" she pulls her back to her own bedroom.

After pulling through many different kinds, she shows Becky a different bag that was newer and matched her outfit much better. "Hot right? This should fit everything"

"I guess so. I mean, this is—" Becky starts to say.

"Fancy? That's the point" Sasha takes the old bag and empties its contents into the new bag, "now, lets go!"

They dash out her room, hopping over multiple steps before continuing to rush outside and back into the car.

"Don't stay still, drive!" Becky puts her shoes back on and hands Seth the address as he unwillingly drives to the location.
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They arrive, surrounded by many cars and many people.

"Ok, we're here. Get out" he stops the car in front of the big house that took up the lot.

"Nope. Come on now, you know that isn't how this is working" Sasha scoffs.

"Why?" He groans, "I'm not trying to be in this car any longer with that bitch in the backseat"

"I make you so miserable?" Becky cracks a fake smile, fanning her face, "I'm so flattered"

"That's not what the fuck you agreed to" Sasha grins, "and be nice to your guest"

"Not in a million years. Technically I didn't agree to anything" he snarks.

"Tell you what, punk. Do this last thing, and you're free to go" Sasha takes her seatbelt off, "sound fair?"

"What do you want?" He rolls his eyes, looking at them through the mirror.

"Open the door for us" Sasha smirks, folding her hands in her lap.

"No" He denies immediately, "no way"

"Don't you wanna leave? Just come on" Sasha negotiates.

"No—" he goes to deny again before being cut off by Becky.

"What don't you complain about? Just open the fucking door!" Becky raises her voice, quickly getting fed up, "do you think we want to be in here anymore than you?"

He mutters under his breath and gets out with an attitude, opening their door on the other side.

Sasha then puts her hand out.

"What?" He furrows his brows, looking at her face then her hand.

"Umm, take my hand" Sasha pokes her head forward, "duh"

He groans and carelessly holds her hand as she exits.

"Oh come on, at least look like your enjoying yourself" she smirks and steps to the side to wait for Becky.

He puts on a fake and exaggerated smile before putting his hand out for Becky.

"Oh, now look at you" Becky grabs it tightly and steps out.

He grimaces as she twists it, "I knew I was your favorite" she winks and lets go, walking over to Sasha.

"The next time I have to interact with him, will be his death. Do you know that?" she announces as the two lock arms one more time.

"No, but it doesn't surprise me" Sasha shakes her head, "I'll be the one to face Lexi's wrath for you, don't worry" the two laugh and approach the large front entrance door.

"Who are you affiliated with?" A security guard puts his hand out to stop them as they walked up.

"Does that really matter sir?" Sasha smiles softly at the man, "I assure you we belong in there"

"Yes, it does matter, ma'am" he nods, "all I need is a name or two and you can go right in"

"Are you assuming we don't know what we're doing here?" Becky straightens herself up, changing the expression on her face.

"No, not at all. I just need some confirmation—"

"No, no how dare you?!" She snaps, "are you trying to tell me I'm not important?"

"Miss, please calm down—" he puts a hand out again in an effort to de-escalate the situation so it didn't seem bigger than it was.

"Hey, no! No, she's not gonna calm down! We have business to attend to are you going to let us in or not?!" Sasha fires off.

"Ladies please, all I need is—" he starts. This time expecting to be cut off.

"MAC!" A now very familiar voice calls out to do just that. A voice Becky immediately tenses up at.

"-walk in the room and I start blushin', I dunno what but it feels like somethin'-"

"Are you hassling my guests?"