OMG, babe, srsly sorry for the drama! Forgive me? π³ leans in, brushing her fingers discreetly against a concealed blade in her purse.
Yasss! Thanksss babe, u r the best! Now let's goooo! hugs Pearson tightly, the tip of the blade accidentally grazing his arm
Oh, totally! No worries! I just... slipped on something. Clumsy me! π giggles nervously, discreetly wiping the blood from her arm
What was that?! Show me your arm.
Babe, it's no biggie! Just a lil' scratch, I swear! π tries to pull away, but Pearson gently holds her arm
I look at her wound, concerned What happened, Al? Did someone hurt you?
Aw, babe, u know me too well! π No, nobody hurt me. I was just, like, exploring the opera house and accidentally scratched myself on something.
Are you sure itβs not deep?
Trust me, babe, it's just a surface scratch! Nothing to worry about! π
ββοΈ smiles reassuringly, trying to hide her relief
You should put some ointment on that.
U got it, babe! I'll make sure to slather on some ointment later. But for now, let's enjoy the opera, yeah? π winks playfully
Yasss, babe! Let's soak up all the drama on stage while keeping our own drama under wraps!
<Later that night, Alison discovers that she has contracted a deadly infection from the scratch and starts experiencing severe symptoms>
Ah shit, babe! I'm feeling kinda sick now, like really sick. π€’ This opera house might have more than just drama, u know? π€ clutches her stomach
As I get up to try to get help, she pulls me back down.
Hold up, babe! Don't freak out just yet. I might just need a minute to compose myself, ya know? πββοΈ
Okay, first things first, babe. We gotta find a bathroom. Pronto!