Seth had to wonder what wrong he'd done in his life that made him deserving of sitting in LA traffic. The worst part of filming for the show was simply getting to the house. He was supposed to be there in 30 minutes and at this rate, there was no way he'd be on time. At least he was in the backseat and not driving. He wasn't exactly patient behind the wheel. Roman always wanted to drive whenever the three of them rode together because he was by far the calmest driver.
He had a text from Daisy assuring him they were taking precautions due to the heat. It was a record day and most of their activities took place outside.
He typed out a quick reply Doesn't matter, I live in this car now
His Instagram notifications came up, telling him he'd been tagged in a post by Renee.
She'd re-posted a fan made video of Seth and Elle with clips from the show set to Elton John's 'Can You Feel the Love Tonight?'. It was incredibly cheesy. He had to admit, though, Elle looked adorable. There was a particular bit with her tucking her hair behind her ear, dipping her head to hide her smile, cheeks flushed. He hadn't seen that clip before. Elle always tried so hard to seem unflappable that it was nice to see her in a moment of vulnerability. She rolled her eyes and made a silly face, shaking off whatever it was she was thinking.
Whoever did this is a hero #TeamElle #StillNoGoodCoupleName
Renee was relentless. She'd been bugging him for a while about settling down and finding a girlfriend and now she was like a dog with a bone. Between her and Sasha's rabid pursuit of a spot on the show, he was a little nervous. They liked Elle on TV but what if they didn't like her in person? What if she didn't get along with them? Why was he worrying about it when everyone under the sun knew reality TV relationships weren't real?
"How did I get myself into this?" he asked, running his hand over his hair.
"What's that sir?" the driver glanced over his shoulder.
"Just a crazy person talking to himself," he smirked, shaking his head.
Stupid traffic.
"This stuff is just so perfect."
Elle laughed as Harper marveled, dusting Nars Orgasm blush onto her cheeks. She'd borrowed it from Elle a few days earlier and become completely obsessed with it.
"Okay Kentucky, use a light hand," Elle advised, slipping the blush brush away from the redhead. "You don't want to go full Baby Jane."
"Who's Baby Jane?" Jules frowned.
"You've never seen What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?" Elle stared. Both women looked confused and Elle sighed deeply, shaking her head, "Young people."
"I'm a year older than you," Jules reminded her.
"Chronologically," Elle stated. "If you don't know the insane genius that is Bette Davis in Baby Jane then we are much farther apart spiritually."
"I can't with you," Jules laughed, picking up the blush and trying some on herself. "This is pretty fabulous though."
Elle was relieved that they'd still managed to have a good morning after that blow-up. It helped that they waited until everyone else was done in the glam room before they started getting ready. It was challenge day which meant they got to see Seth. It was almost embarrassing by how much Elle was looking forward to it. She hadn't seen him since the last elimination ceremony and she couldn't stop thinking about their date. Not the one meticulously planned by the producers, though that one was nice. The real one was the one that was on her mind. Just the two of them, no cameras. And that kiss. That kiss set off fireworks in her brain.
"Ladies!"
Elle narrowed her eyes. She loved Daisy dearly but having someone coming into the room shouting was really getting old. The producer clapped her hands until she had their attention.
"Our guest for this week's challenge is downstairs but Seth is running late," Daisy explained. "I figured I could bring you down and introduce you since the poor guy is just sort of standing around with Corey."
"Who is it?" Jules questioned, opening a tube of lipgloss..
"You'll see," Daisy answered. "Are you all ready? I want to get you down there before the other girls."
Elle took one last look at herself in the mirror. She hated that they wouldn't tell them what the challenge was going to be. She never knew if she was dressed for the occasion. It was hotter than hell out so she kept it simple with a high necked white crop top and a pair of denim shorts. She spent forever and a day on her hair so, at the very least, she knew she looked great from the neck up.
"I'm about as ready as I'm gonna get," Harper shrugged, giving her fiery waves one last pass with the brush.
On the way out, Elle picked up a pair of red framed sunglasses in case the challenge involved them being out in the sun. She was hoping with all of her might that producers would show mercy and let them stay in the air conditioned house.
They filed down the stairs and when they reached the kitchen, Jules stopped short, causing Elle to run smack into her back. Harper stopped behind her, putting her hands on her shoulders.
"Holy shit," Jules marveled in a whisper. She'd stopped just outside the door and she was the only one who could see inside enough to have spotted their guest.
"What's going on?" Harper whispered.
"I have no idea because this one is frozen in time," Elle laughed. She pinched Jules on the arm and the New Yorker turned around, smoothing down her shirt, "How do I look?"
"The same as you looked when we were upstairs 30 seconds ago," Harper laughed.
Elle rolled her eyes, stepping around Jules to see what all the fuss was about. Once she stepped into the kitchen, she understood what had Jules starstruck.
The man in their kitchen wore an OGBC t-shirt hugging his muscles like a second skin and a pair of black jeans.
Elle was so busy marveling at how attractive he was in person that she momentarily forgot his name.
"Hi there," he smiled when he saw her, speaking in a dreamy, Irish accent.
"Hi," Elle said, taking the hand that he offered.
"Finn Balor," he grinned, shaking her hand. He seemed to realize that she was at a loss. He had to be used to people losing their words in front of him.
"Right," Elle finally snapped back to reality. "You're the one that Seth hurt."
As soon as the words slipped out of her mouth, her jaw dropped and Elle's cheeks heated up like a stovetop. To his credit, Finn burst into a fit of laughter.
"Oh my God. I am so sorry I said that," Elle covered her mouth.
"That's alright," he assured her. "You're not wrong."
"Jules has been assigning me matches to watch and I just saw that one. I swear I'm not that much of a jerk," Elle winced.
"I'm sure you aren't," Finn laughed. "It's Elle, right?"
"That would be me," she nodded. She glanced over her shoulder, wondering why the hell her friends hadn't come to save her. They were quietly talking to Daisy. For the moment, she was on her own. "Should I be scared that you already know my name?"
"Haven't any of the guys told you?" he laughed. "We all watch the show religiously. The locker room is very invested."
"I would have thought you'd all have better things to do," she smirked, finally beginning to recover her senses. The idea of the entire WWE locker room watching her exploits was a little alarming but that was what she'd signed up for.
"You'd be surprised," he winked. "There are betting pools, Team t-shirts, the works."
"And whose team are you on?" she crossed her arms.
"I'm reserving judgment until after today," he laughed.
"I bet you're Team Harper," she guessed. "Everybody loves the nice one."
"Gallows and Anderson love her," Finn chuckled. "They think she's too good for Seth."
"She's probably too good for anyone to be honest," Elle shrugged. She still couldn't understand how she'd grown so attached to her new friend but there was no use fighting it. Maybe Harper was helping her become a nicer person.
"So..what's it like being cooped up in this house?"
"Well," A hearty laugh escaped her. "It's kind of a mix between an 8th grade slumber party and the movie Saw."
Seth was indescribably grateful to finally get out of the car when he arrived at the mansion. He didn't have the patience for traffic in a regular city but LA traffic was actual hell. He was almost an hour past his call time and his knees were starting to hurt.
"I'm sorry Daisy," he apologized as he approached her. "Traffic was nuts. I got here as fast as I could."
"Don't worry about it. It's fine," Daisy gave him a sympathetic smile. "Finn's here and he's been keeping the girls entertained. Mostly Elle, actually."
Seth raised an eyebrow at that last bit.
Daisy casually waved him off, laughing, "Don't be weird. They just hit it off. That's all. Doesn't every guy want the girl he likes to get along with his friends?"
Friends was a bit of a stretch when describing Seth and Finn's relationship but he didn't feel the need to explain that to her.
"Yeah, I guess," Seth answered as she led him around the back to where they usually filmed.
"Everyone's still inside," Daisy explained, pointing toward the house. Seth could see into the kitchen and there was Elle, sitting on the counter, laughing with Finn. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a hand over her stomach as the two of them cracked up, probably at one of Finn's terrible jokes.
"When are we getting started?" Seth questioned, internally attributing his narrowing eyes to the brightness of the sun and not the sharp tick of annoyance he felt.
"We're just about ready. We're gonna keep you out here though," Daisy informed him. "It's always good to get the girls' reaction to you on camera."
"Great," Seth tore his eyes away from Elle and Finn and focused his gaze on Daisy. "What's the challenge anyway?"
"See those?" Daisy pointed to some of the crew members setting up stations with what looked like giant Lego blocks. "Those are the challenge."
"Aren't the challenges supposed to revolve around me?" Seth inquired. "I haven't played with Legos in a decade."
"Yeah but it's a cute thing about Finn that the WWE wanted us to highlight," Daisy responded. "Maybe it's a test. Finn could be our guy next season. He may be the best looking guy I've ever seen in person."
"Thanks a lot," he frowned at her. What the hell was he- chopped liver?
"Don't be sensitive," she laughed. "I was mostly joking. Don't pretend you don't know you're good looking. Humility doesn't suit you."
Of course he knew but he wanted everyone else to know it too. He didn't need Finn and his cheesy smile and his Irish accent to come in and steal his shine.
One of the techs set about getting Seth's microphone ready and Corey came out of the house to join them. The sun was high and the slight breeze was disappearing just as they were ready to start filming. Of course.
Amy brought Finn outside and the Irishman grinned, waving at Corey and Seth, "Gentlemen. Are we finally ready to get this show on the road?"
"Hopefully before my face melts off," Corey quipped. "Daisy, can you figure out some way to turn down the Sun?"
"Of course, Corey, I'll get right on that," Daisy didn't even bother looking in their direction when she responded.
"You've got a great group of girls in there," Finn gestured his thumb toward the house. "Really fun."
"Yeah, I know," Seth forced a smile. It shouldn't have bothered him. It was a compliment.
Seth knew that it was weird that he wasn't a big fan of Finn. Everyone liked him. Even Sasha and she hated most people. He'd was always been competitive but something about Finn kicked his competitive nature into its highest gear.
Daisy went up to the house and then led the contestants out into the yard, lining them up. As usual, Elle was the last outside. When their eyes met, her smile spread from ear to ear and then she made a silly face at him. He laughed and winked at her, amused at the eyeroll she offered in return. His irritation was momentarily forgotten. Seeing that smile was what did the trick.
Elle struggled to resist the urge to do a cartwheel when Corey finally finished explaining the challenge. It took four takes because he was sweating so badly the PA's had to keep stepping in to towel off his forehead. Even Seth flubbed once or twice. Finn was surprisingly unaffected. Clearly, he wasn't actually human. Everyone was fairly miserable by the time they got the words out. The challenge was for the girls to create a structure out of the giant Lego blocks. Whoever made the most creative one would win a dinner date at Porte Noire with Seth. That must have been part of the deal that Daisy made with Poppy for allowing her to stay on the show without losing her job. She could just imagine the socialite pretending she didn't want to be on camera while simultaneously stepping into every shot and behaving as if she actually spent any of her time in the restaurant. Whoever came in second would get an hour alone with Seth before the elimination ceremony. Mia looked supremely confident as usual. She never appeared to have any fear that she wouldn't do well. Abigail was staring at the blocks as if she could will them into putting themselves together so she wouldn't have to. Elle could do nothing but frown and hold her shirt away from her skin for a moment, praying for a breeze.
"Guys, we're all gonna die lugging these things around in this heat," Jules spoke up, loudly.
"What are you complaining about?" Emily sneered. "They're not even heavy."
"Oh no?" Jules challenged. "Pick one up. Go ahead, I'll wait."
"I'm conserving my energy," Emily crossed her arms, turning away from the New Yorker.
Jules nodded, "That's what I thought."
"Jules has a point," Mia surprisingly agreed. Elle stared at her as if she'd sprouted a second head. The blonde shrugged, "Once we start moving around, this heat may be a bit too much. Maybe we should change or turn on the sprinklers. Maybe both."
"Are you actively trying to set up a wet t-shirt contest?" Elle raised an eyebrow.
"No, that's not exactly what I'm saying," Mia answered. "I just meant that we weren't prepared for the challenge so those of us that would like to put on something cooler should be given a little time."
"I would love to change," Kai raised her hands. She was wearing a pair of dark denim jeans and a tank top. A few of the other girls expressed their agreement and Jim seemed put out but agreed to a break for them to get changed.
"If you aren't changing, stay away from the Legos," Jim looked toward those who'd opted to stay. He pointed directly at Elle, "No cheating."
"How dare you suggest such a thing," she pointed back at him. "What have I ever done to deserve so much aggression from you?"
Seth snickered until Jim shot a dirty look his way. "Hey man," he put his hands up. "I didn't do anything either."
Elle waited patiently until Jim was out of sight. He said she couldn't cheat with the Legos, he didn't say she couldn't take the opportunity to spend a little extra time with Seth.
"What's up troublemaker?" he asked, reaching out when she got close enough and pulling her against him in a loose hug. He left his hand resting on her hip and she leaned against him. It felt so natural to be with him this way, almost as if they were a normal couple. But then she looked over her shoulder at the stacks of Legos and all of the cameras and she remembered that they were anything but normal.
"Corey, are you gonna make it all day in this heat?" she asked. He was always impeccably put together. It was odd to see him sweating his brains out.
"I'm pretty sure that this is how I'm going to die," Corey frowned. "All for the sake of Seth finding love."
"There are worse causes," Finn joked and Elle couldn't help but laugh.
"Can I talk to you alone for a minute?" Seth asked quietly, dipping his head to speak in her ear.
"You can try," she smirked. "I got a very stern talking to this morning about turning my mic off."
Seth gave her a conspiratorial smile and reached back, turning off his own microphone before offering his arm. His smile was so charming she couldn't have said no if she wanted to. She looped her arm around his elbow, ready to follow him anywhere.
"I guess I'll just pretend I don't see you breaking the rules," Corey sighed.
"Thanks, Graves," Seth tossed over his shoulder as they walked around the side of the house. He shifted his arm to drape over her shoulders. Even in this heat, the skin on skin contact was more than welcome, "So...how has this week without me been?"
"Like every other week I've spent without you," she declared with practiced indifference. "I did stop a fight this morning."
"Who was fighting?" he asked, concerned.
"I'd rather not say," she answered, deciding against informing him of Jules' involvement. She didn't want it to work against her friend. "Just know that tensions are high."
"You've been fighting over me?" he flashed a cocky smirk.
"Nope," she shook her head. "In fact, I have done nothing but foster healthy, female relationships. I'm thriving."
"Oh yeah, you and Mia seem to be best friends," he teased.
"Mia is Satan's betrothed," she rolled her eyes. "She literally reminds the entire house every day that she was the first one to kiss you."
"And you're jealous?" he questioned, stopping and turning her to face him. His expression was as smug as could be.
"I'm annoyed," she corrected.
"I think it's more than that," he smirked, his thumb grazing her chin. His eyes were focused on her lips and she wrestled with her desire to kiss him and the equal need to assert herself. She felt like playing hard to get was probably the right move but she'd been thinking about kissing him for a solid week and now he was there, in the flesh, with his lips just inches from hers.
"Guys."
Elle's attention was so focused on Seth she barely heard Daisy's voice. Seth rolled his eyes and she turned her head, surprised at how close her friend had gotten without her noticing.
"Seriously, we take a break for a few minutes and you two sneak off?" Daisy questioned. "Why are your mics off?"
"Because we wanted to have a private conversation," he answered.
"Sure you did," Daisy smirked. "Mics back on, now. The rest of the girls are headed back downstairs."
She stared, waiting for them to follow her instructions. Reluctantly, they both complied and Daisy gestured for Seth to start walking first.
"What the hell, Daisy?" Elle whispered as they headed back toward production. "I thought you wanted me to get more time with Seth."
"I do, when it's on camera," Daisy insisted. "Win this challenge and you get another date with Seth. That's what we need, not clandestine little moments."
"Have I told you how much of a bummer Work Daisy can be?"
"She's not my favorite person either," Daisy smiled. "Now can we get back to work, please?"
Elle dutifully walked back to her pile of Legos. Frustrating as it was, she had to remember that Daisy had a job to do. A strange, sometimes invasive one that boggled Elle's mind but a job just the same. That was the only reason Elle had ever set foot in this nut house. Daisy had hooked her up with a job when she needed help. The least she could do was play by the rules.
Once the cameras were rolling and they were told to start, Elle found herself staring blankly at her supplies. She tried to start a foundation a few times but she could never seem to formulate a plan. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd picked up a Lego block. It probably involved her younger sister, Lydia, and her father steering clear to avoid stepping on them.
"You look like you could use some help," Finn approached her. Apparently her current void of creativity was evident in her expression.
"Full disclosure, I'm much better at this when I know what I'm supposed to be building," Elle laughed. "I follow directions well...When I want to, at least."
He stood beside her, crossing his arms, "Well, then all you have to do is come up with a picture in your head."
"Oh is that all?" she laughed. She crossed her own arms and critically eyed her pile of shapes.
He leaned closer, whispering, "I don't think squinting harder is gonna help."
She giggled, elbowing his arm, "Aren't you supposed to be helping?"
"Of course," he agreed. "Once you know what you want."
"Easier said than done," she made a face.
"Try this: close your eyes," Finn instructed. "Picture a place you'd like to be right now."
"Somewhere that isn't on this lawn, baking in the sun?" she smirked as she shut her eyes.
"Exactly," he chuckled beside her.
She tried hard to think but all she could come up with was water, maybe because she wanted to dive into the pool to cool off.
"I have an idea," she smiled excitedly, opening her eyes and turning to the grinning Irishman.
She finally felt a picture coming together in her head. When she looked up at the clock and looked around at everyone else she saw that she had to make up ground rather quickly. She turned a hopeful smile at Finn, "Grab those for me?"
Seth didn't realize that when he offered to help Mia, she would decide to barely lift a finger and instead direct him around like a construction foreman. He was basically competing for a date with himself. Fortunately for her, he found it hard to say no to beautiful women and Mia was absolutely gorgeous. She was no Miss Congeniality but that wasn't necessarily a deal breaker for Seth. No one had declared their intentions more clearly than her.
"I think we're almost done," she smiled excitedly, slipping an arm around him.
"It looks pretty good," he admired his handiwork.
"If only we could add a drawbridge," she joked.
"Your castle has a moat, now?" he smirked.
"The Ice Queen has to have a perfectly terrifying looking castle," she smirked. "It's kind of in the job description."
The internet had really taken the Ice Queen gimmick and run with it where Mia was concerned. There were memes of her head photo-shopped onto Elsa from Frozen and it was a trending hashtag every week. A select few seemed to mean it as a compliment but the majority of the audience hated her with a passion. She took it in stride though and he admired that about her.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "Our fans can be pretty intense."
"Doesn't bother me," she shrugged, smiling up at him. "I thought Elsa was the pretty one. Besides, I came in prepared for that."
"I have a feeling you're prepared for everything," he smirked. She was clearly a crafty woman.
"You're right about that," she smiled. "I'm prepared to win this date tonight. Although, Finn seems to have already found his favorite."
He eyed her curiously and she stared at him with her sharp blue eyes, "You haven't noticed that he's been helping Elle this whole time?"
At the start of the challenge, Finn and Seth had started at opposite ends. They were supposed to help each girl for a few minutes before moving on. Seth had made it all the way to Mia who was in the middle but Finn was still with Elle who was the second person from his end. They were constructing a boat and seemed to be having a grand time doing it.
"Just remember, I'm not the only one who told you she wasn't here for the right reasons. Even Abigail said it and they were friends."
Seth didn't exactly trust Mia's opinion of Elle. They'd clearly rubbed each other the wrong way from the moment they met and as far as he was concerned, they were both at fault. Regardless, he didn't love watching pal around with Finn Balor, of all people.
The buzzer went off signaling that their time was up. Mia thanked Seth with a hug and he was quickly directed to stand with Corey and Finn.
The three men viewed each contestant together. Seth thought that Mia's castle was the best but he found it difficult to be objective. Elle's boat was the most creative. Jules' creation was the tallest though none of the men could really figure out what it was supposed to be. Harper gave the best explanation, comparing a home with a strong foundation to a relationship. It was sweet and thoughtful.
"Finn, your vote is the only one that matters today," Corey spoke. "Who are you choosing to win today's challenge and go on a solo date with Seth tonight?"
"Well, first I want to say that all of you ladies did a fantastic job. I am very impressed with your skills," Finn smiled. "But the person that I think did the best and deserves a night on the town with my good friend, Seth, would have to be...Harper."
"One or two?"
Elle sighed, staring at the dress options that Harper held in front of her.
1- A gorgeous deep blue number that made her eyes sparkle and looked amazing with her hair and alabaster skin.
2 - A strange, warm orange that would be tragic with her coloring. There was no way Harper or anyone in the house would have shoes that would suit it.
If this was Mia or Emily, Elle would have picked that orange nightmare in a hot second with no regrets. But this wasn't one of them. It was sweet and loyal Harper who made living in this house tolerable.
And she was about to go on a date with Seth.
"One," she answered, forcing herself to smile instead of pout childishly. "And you can wear those shoes of mine that you're so obsessed with."
"Are you sure?" Harper asked excitedly. "You told me I'd have to give you a rib to wear those."
"I'm feeling generous," she shrugged.
That was an outright lie. She was feeling the opposite of generous. She felt stingy and jealous. She wanted to be happy for Harper, she truly did, but she also wanted to be at dinner with Seth, even if it meant she had to see Poppy and her ridiculously smug face. It was so easy to feel like she and Seth were in their own little world when she was winning every challenge. She'd been on every date except the one she intentionally skipped. She'd always had his attention and now she found herself dreading the idea of sharing him; even with her favorite person in the house. She wanted to go curl up in bed until it was over but that wasn't fair. Harper had cheered her on at every turn and now she was going to give her friend that same treatment, no matter how shitty it felt.
Harper changed into the dress and then put a robe over it while Elle did her hair and makeup.
"I'm so nervous," Harper smoothed her hands over her skirt. "Why am I nervous?"
"Because you're going on a date with a super hot guy?" Elle offered.
"It's not just that," Harper laughed. "I just feel like…if this doesn't go well, I might be goin' home."
"You are not going anywhere," Elle insisted, putting her hands on the other woman's shoulders firmly. "Seth isn't stupid and a man would have to be to turn you down."
Harper smiled gratefully and took a deep breath, "You're right. I'm a catch, damn it."
"Hell yeah, you are," Elle held her hand out for the robe. Harper handed it over quickly. "Now, when you meet Poppy, compliment her on her hair. She spends 3 hours every 3 weeks at like 800 dollars a pop to get that color and she constantly complains that no one notices. And make sure to pick something on the menu that you want as is. The chef hates special orders. He'll make them but you might get some poor server's head bitten off so just avoid it if you can. The tarte tatin and the apple galettes are the best desserts on the menu. Don't let the server talk you into the macarons. Chef always makes too many so we make a game of trying to get rid of all of them."
"Got it," Harper dutifully nodded.
"And if you scuff my shoes, I will be taking that rib," Elle warned.
"You are the best," Harper laughed, hugging her tightly. "Love you. Don't wait up."
The redhead took a step toward the door before turning around, "Actually please do wait up. I want to tell you and Jules all about it as soon as I get back."
"We'll be here. Don't worry," she laughed. "Get going, weirdo."
Harper rushed off and Elle plopped down on her bed, gazing up at the ceiling and trying her best to forget where she was for a few minutes.
Daisy tipped the Postmates driver handsomely through her app before slipping her phone back into her pocket, trying to figure out how three people amassed such an expensive food order. She was on house duty with Jim and Amy. It was an incredibly boring part of the job but it was their turn. Fortunately for them, they were the A team, which meant they didn't get crap duty often.
She lugged the heavy bag of food into the production trailer, sighing at Jim and Amy's grim faces.
"What's happening?" Daisy asked.
"Elle is taking a nap," Amy pointed at one monitor. "Jules is watching the Network. Again. Emily and Abigail are shit-talking Harper. Mia's holding court by the pool with the others, talking about all of the fabulous things she does back at home every day."
"It's a sad day when even Mia is putting me to sleep," Jim shook his head.
Daisy agreed. They needed to do something or they were going to turn in a tragic episode. They were halfway through their lunch when Daisy got an idea.
"We need to take them out," she announced, setting down her carton of beef and broccoli.
"Like kill one of them?" Jim smirked. "It's an interesting idea. Elle does like to run around the pool."
"You are a sick man," Amy laughed. "Daisy, what are you talking about?"
"We need to take them out of the house," Daisy clarified.
"We can't," Jim shook his head. "They stay in the house until they win a date. That's kind of the point of this whole thing."
"We keep them in the house to make them stir crazy," Daisy said. "They've gotten past that point and moved on to mundane. We need to bring them back to life. What better way to do that than to let them out into the wild a little bit?"
Jim shook his head, clearly not on board but Amy slowly allowed herself to smile, "It could be fun. Give them a little booze and some new faces to look at. Mia and Elle drunk with an audience could get us the best ratings of the season."
"I agree," Daisy nodded excitedly, pulling out her phone. She had a perfect plan to throw a little gas onto the fire. She just needed to get Jim on board. "Come on. You know what's going on at that date. Harper is being sweet and telling corny jokes. Seth is having fun but not that much fun. If we don't do something, this week's episode will be a snoozefest and you know it, Jim."
Jim sighed, setting down his chopsticks, "Fine. But we need more than just a bar to guarantee sparks fly. I know a location we can use on the fly. We can get them some cameras they can use to post to social media. That'll get them in some trouble."
"Perfect," Daisy smiled. "Leave the rest to me."