


It’s now 9:30am, a lawless time in any McDonald’s, and people have apparently seen crazier things here than two pagan mixologists in gyaru make-up. Munchie begins by pulling a bottle of Malibu out of a shiny pink bucket. They ask me shyly to be in their latest TikTok. If they were born in this McDonald’s, they have a timeshare in Uncanny Valley.
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They’re in full glam and matching Heaven by Marc Jacobs outfits. Now, months of waiting for texts from an unknown number have led to this moment, sitting opposite Mixie and Munchie as I burn my mouth on a catastrophically hot coffee. When I did finally find them and they agreed to an interview, their conditions were upfront and clear: they’d only speak to me if they could remain anonymous. Their anonymity, I’d come to find, was a deliberate move from two people who are a new kind of hyper-pop performance artist. A new phase of life began: searching for Mixie and Munchie. With more than 2.6 million views, the tweet went the type of viral that made my Twitter glitch. I’m obsessed with them I want to write about them they’re GENIUSES”. While Mixie has a separate Instagram in character no bio, four posts), Munchie is a ghost, tagged on their shared selfies as an account with no profile picture and no photos.Īfter a round of failed pitches to other, lesser publications, I tweeted in desperation: “I literally keep pitching about these girls and nobody BITES. That calculated instability defines them: assume nothing, question everything. Now their videos are set in seemingly different countries each time. But after identifying themselves as English through a casual BTS on their Insta (185,000 followers, the same handle), the girls adapted. “Is that a European ringtone?” one says of a beep in the background. Their comments section buzzes with TikTok fanatics squeezing out tiny clues. Just a barren YouTube, infrequently posted TikToks and piles of fan theories. No sense of how, or even if, they make money. No names or ages, no biographical info, no brand deals. Up until now, there’s been nothing concrete placed in the public sphere about 2girls1bottl3. But are they mates or are they siblings? Are they family or are they dating? You want that drink, you want to know what the fuck is going on, you have to watch till the end. The girls are the best friends you wish you had.

With something for everyone (escapism meets foodie inspo meets cosplay meets mukbang meets ASMR meets comedy), they’re addictive. Mangoes filled with ice cream grow on cactuses, whipped cream is plucked off the top of a drink and magicked away. But over the duration of each aesthetically riveting TikTok, anything can happen. The girls never talk, preferring to let the diegetic sounds of their chosen fast-food joint fill the silence. Their 2girls1bottl3 videos – all 43 to date – follow the same formula: a drink is quietly mixed by Mixie and a snack is quietly munched by Munchie. Today, that video has more than four million views and the pair have a cult following that goes way beyond those with a passing interest in mixology or a Friday night enthusiasm for a mojito. They finish by staring into the camera suspiciously, inviting you to join them. The other girl, unbothered by her friend’s gently illicit behaviour, nibbles on a Happy Meal. She salts the rim, slices a lime, dumps in a sunset-coloured McDonald’s slushie, materialises a bottle of tequila with a spigot, pours generously, then garnishes the excellent-looking drink with a strawberry. Working quickly, one of them slides a margarita glass in front of the screen. Two gorgeous, otherworldly girls with long fake nails and little emotion on their faces sit in a #maccyds. Mixie and Munchie are the twentysomething creators of 2girls1bottl3 (807,000 followers and counting) – an account where it’s always happy hour.Ībout a year ago, the TikTok algorithm delivered a video it thought I might enjoy. This booth is Munchie’s favourite, a location for many of the videos that have made her and her best friend a special flavour of TikTok star. Mixie, her co-conspirator, is still on the way.Įarlier that day – like, way too early – Munchie called to give me the address of this McDonald’s, with instructions to grab a specific booth. The girl, known to the world only as Munchie, is late. A girl with synthetically blue eyes, which peek out from under a massive fuzzy bear hat, approaches me in a McDonald’s.
