If I'd laughed at Tabbi about Colorado in the winter, she absolutely cackled about Canada. She thought it was hilarious, and brilliant that I was about to make an absolute fool out of myself.

"Aren't you supposed to be my best friend?" I asked, throwing decorative pillow at her head.

Surprisingly she caught it. "I am, I am." She was still laughing. "I know you said you can't tell me more, but I really want to know more."

"Ugh," I groaned. "Since you have the memory capacity for pop culture like I have for geography, I think some spoilers are safe with you. The character is bigger than I thought. Like way bigger. She helps their plans, and she becomes-" There it was, that fucking burning blush.

"Shit," Tab said, almost whistling. "Two of them? Sean and Norman? Jesus."

"Not Sean and Norman, God, Connor and Murphy." I groaned and grabbed another pillow to bury my head in. "Fuck, I'm dead."

She began laughing so hard that I thought my couch was in danger of being covered in pee. "At least you have experience with dealing with the one," was her shittiest offer of advice ever.

I growled and threatened to kick her out before our food arrived. "You wouldn't," she said, eyes widening. I shook my head. "OK, I'll be good."

Although when we sat down at the table with the food, she couldn't stop herself from asking, "What do you think Norman's kisses will feel like?"

I glared at her, but found myself wondering the very same thing.

MONTHS LATER: CANADA

Ha, I thought, when I arrived at the hotel I'd be staying in during shooting. Canada in the summer, suck that Tab. I checked in and went upstairs, hoping that the suite was at least as nice as the one I'd had in LA. As I was getting on the elevator, I heard a familiar voice call out for me to hold it.

"Hey, you." I said, as Norman rushed on. "I thought you got here a few days ago?"

"I did," he said, smiling down at me. "Just got back from lunch. Would have waited, but you were pretty quiet about your itinerary."

I smiled at him. "I wasn't sure how the flights were going to be." He nodded. "So do we have this entire hotel?"

"This one and one down the street." He answered, his floor was coming up. "Give me a call or text tonight, we'll find dinner." I nodded affirmatively as he got off. "See ya later, Jess."

"Bye." I waved as the doors closed again. Up one more floor and I got out, tugging my suitcases behind me. Halfway down the hall, I opened the door and was pleasantly surprised. The suite was large, with a bedroom, bathroom, full kitchen, and living area. This would do quite nicely. I found a package on my bed, and laughed when I found what I'd asked Duffy to send me after I'd read the entire script.

Your wish is my command, my lady.

Duffy

PS Show those two assholes up, would ya?

I opened the box and found what I'd requested, two guns, the same make and models as the ones from the script, along with a visual diagram of how to take apart and put back together the two. Smiling, I felt determined to make good on that postscript.

I put away my wardrobe, and answered the door when I heard a knock. Outside was a pretty woman and a hilarious guy who I learned were the makeup and hair crew. Or at least my makeup and hair duo. I'd share with Julie Benz, who hadn't arrived yet, her part being smaller in this one. They wanted to discuss the look that Duffy had planned for my character.

"Extensions?" I asked, looking at the hair that reached to the middle of my back. "How fucking long does he think her hair should be?"

They chuckled and Josh, the hair guru answered. "Down to your ass, honey." I sighed, and they clucked their tongues.

"My ass?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "She's an attorney. Why would she want all that fucking hair to contend with?" I realized they weren't the issue, Duffy's understanding of female nature might be. "Fine. Do I get the ones that come out at the end of each day?" A shake of the head was what I got. "Fuck. So when do these magic hair extensions go in?"

Josh opened his case and I sighed. "Today." He said, shrugging. I nodded, clearly defeated.

It wasn't hours, it couldn't be hours, was it hours, later I was finished. My hair, already long and curly, was now down to my literal ass, same color, same texture, but I could sit on it now. And it was fucking heavy. Shit, my head was going to be bowed down by the end of shooting.

"Well?" Josh and Abi asked, tilted heads waiting for the verdict. I looked in the mirror. Aside from the weight, it looked real, and pretty. Fucking ridiculous, but not bad.

"It's nice." I said, moving my hair from side to side. "Fucking heavy. I need to look up a chiropractor." They laughed, and I saw that they understood perfectly. "About makeup?"

Abi smiled, "That's the painless part." She explained that my character would be wearing more natural pallets, enhancing the green in my eyes, bringing out the highlights of my hair. "Duff wants you to look like the type of woman who would turn the heads of two divine vigilantes. So, an Irish looking angel."

I gave a harsh laugh. "That's hilarious. Not a drop of Irish blood in my body, but I have the coloring, don't I?" They joined in. "Do I meet wardrobe tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Josh said, packing his case up with Abi's help.

"Mary is amazing." Abi continued, tossing Josh his glue. "I've seen the sketches, you're going to look amazing."

I nodded and walked them to the door. Outside stood the two assholes. They took in the new hair and grinned. I glared at them.

"We came by to grab you for dinner." Norman said, clearly contemplating touching the new length of my hair.

"Yeah, Reedus said you were gonna text him when you were ready, go worried." Sean agreed.

"Uh huh." I said goodbye to Abi and Josh. "Should go on a hunger strike." I pointed at the hair. "Do you two have any idea how fucking heavy this shit is?"

"Pretty though." Norman said, touching it finally. "Feels real."

"It is," I answered, watching his fingers run through it. "Real human hair, for real human girls."

Sean had to join from the other side. "Huh. How tight did they put it in?"

I raised an eyebrow, watching his fingers do the same as Norman's. "Tight?" I guess really tight? Why?"

"There's a scene," his voice sounded rough, like it had before, in the suite in LA. "It, we-"

I remembered the scene now. "Ah, I think it'll hold up." I pulled the lengths away. "Let me put this shit up, so I don't chew it, and we'll head out." I went back in my suite and heard them follow me. Grabbing a few elastic bands from the bathroom, I twisted and pulled until the majority of my new hair was up, at least enough that I wouldn't choke on it. "OK, let's head out."

At dinner the conversation was on their families, my latest book, and eventually the movie. When the food was finished and we started heading back to the hotel. As they walked me to my suite, Norman asked what he felt was an important question.

"Who has the second key to your room?" His face showed a concern I wasn't sure about.

"Me?" I said, confused.

Sean nodded at Norman's line of questioning. "You should give it to someone you trust on the crew, or cast. In case you get sick or something."

I nodded, understanding now. "I will." I turned to go in and noticed they were both waiting expectantly. "Oh, not you two." Their looks changed to confused. "The two of you together are probably massive pranksters, so I'll give it to someone, just not the one of you." They were gaping at me now. "Night."

I closed the door and had a good laugh. Jesus, I'd have to be insane to hand the key to one of them. Shaking my head, I walked into my bedroom to start training. I needed to learn the guns fast, because I wanted the two of them gaping at me again. This was going to be fun.