everyone_takes | [Britta and Miranda]

As far as Kate was concerned, this was the best idea ever.

True, she was no longer drunk and she was sure Britta was sober by now, too, but that didn’t mean the ideas they’d had on New Year’s Eve weren’t totally genius. Her conviction that this was brilliant was only confirmed by the fact that Miranda had been all over the idea of a glam rock band and, really, with two other girls interested, the only thing Kate could do was find pictures for Miranda to look at and spend a few weeks collecting the best costumes she could wrangle out of the clothes box. They could figure out who would wear what later, but Kate felt certain she’d collected a nice variety.

“Okay, so,” she was saying to Miranda as they headed toward Britta’s place. “I brought some books so you can look at pictures and I even found a few records, although I don’t know what good that’ll do us, since I don’t exactly have a record player...”

She doubted Britta had one either, but maybe they could find something in the Compound later.

“Now, I didn’t exactly tell Britta about the whole glam rock side of this,” she continued. “But I’m sure she’ll be into it. How can you not be into it, right? The costumes are just too great to forget about.”

And it would be fun, which was really the only thing Kate was interested in. It was another persona to hide behind, another distraction to help herself forget that she missed her mom and dad more and more every day. It would be good to just completely throw herself into something ridiculous so she could not think about it.

“Britta?” she called as they neared her hut. “Hey, I brought someone for you to meet.”

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It wasn't long before Britta forced herself to get up, but it seemed like an embarrassingly long time to her. She was just trying to get through this manual on taking care of goats (although Pierce hadn't died yet, so that had to count for something), but it was really kind of boring. She set it aside finally, heading over to the door and leaning against the frame after she opened it, the goat bleating from where he'd been tied to one of the posts the house rested on.

"Hey," she said, smiling. Company had to be better than reading about goats. "Come on in. Who's this?"

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