“I don’t know Vee, that sounds like a pretty shitty thing to do to him.” Velvet finished as she began to apply her lipstick. It was an important night for her so she was dolling herself more than usual. She and Orian Comet were celebrating their third anniversary. They’d met when Velvet was in her second and final year and OC was in his first of four. He was graduating in a few months and she had already published her first novel. Literature degree is worthless on my flank…
Pregaming with her friend may not be the best idea, especially with what she had suggested. “Look, you’ve been together for three years now and it’s stagnating. Either shake things up or it’ll go nowhere. Believe me, you don’t want a guy who’ll leave you like me.” the slightly older, yet vastly more aged looking woman replied and took another swig from the wine bottle.
“He’s still studying. I don’t expect him to do anything stupid like ask me to marry him until he’s graduated. Hell, he’ll probably propose at his graduation by grabbing the mic on stage after getting his diploma. If he doesn’t then, hopefully not exactly then, we can talk about it then but until then, we’re in a good place.” Velvet finished as she finished her makeup.
Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she hand-combed her hair and gave it a flick, pulled her dress down tight to emphasise her boobs and blew her friend a kiss in the mirror. “I’m not that drunk yet.”
“Yet?” Velvet teased… then had a very blurry memory of about two years ago she didn’t even know she had pop into her head.
“Yet.”
“Wait… did we… once…?”
“I honestly couldn’t tell you…” as she took another swig. “Aaahh... still think you shouldn’t shake things up a bit?”
Velvet paused. Began to speak and instantly stopped before taking another second to find the words. “Are you suggesting a threesome as a third anniversary gift?”
“What? No. Just do the thing. Trust me, it’s better to find out now.” she went to take a sip more but stopped. She’d manage to hurt herself with that last thought. “Just… have a fun night.”
“I will. But stop being so down. I doubt he’s talking like this with his friends.”
Meanwhile, with his friends.
“I don’t know Jet, that sounds like a pretty shitty thing to do to her.” OC finished as he pocketed his stuff and picked up a comb once more. He was riddled with student debt and she was a bestselling author… riddled with student debt. But not as much as him and she actually had spending money so she would probably be paying for dinner tonight. She wore the pants here and he had to make sure he could get into those pants. Wait… not like that. But not not like that either.
Coming here to use his friend’s expensive cologne had seemed like a good idea at the time but now he just smelled like his friend. “Look, you’ve been together for three years now and it’s only a matter of time. When that happens it changes the context of everything. Believe me, you don’t want a woman who’ll leave you like me.” he did mean he’d been left but rather the stated he’d been left in. Although, she had left him too.
“Oh yeah… you look awful. What was her name? The one from last week?” OC, who from this point will be referred to as Night Light because that’s his actual name and the OC joke was funny when he was in the background but now that he’s the main character it’ll just get annoying, said.
“I think it was Cream Heart… don’t quote me on that.” he said with half serious, half joking stern brow and pointed a beer-filled hand with his index finger out at Night Light. Night Light in turn turned to and shook his head. Long past the point something like that would make him jealous he was about to make a quippy comeback when Jet asked him “A bowtie? Really?”
Night looked down at his attire. The formalest suit he had, which was definitely not a real suit so much as a button up shirt that looked close enough and a dress shirt underneath went well with the small black bowtie. “What? It looks good.” he defended.
“You just don’t know how to tie a tie.”
“Uh huh… so I can’t tie a tie but I can tie a bowtie…?”
Jet paused for a moment. “Fair point.” he said as he stood up and put down his beer. He walked up to and around him and came back to face his friend. “Looks good. And damn, do you smell good.”
“I smell like you…”
“I know.” they stared silently at each other for a few moments. “OK! Well, you should get going. Don’t want to be late.” he said as he walked past him and slapped his friends ass out of habit. Hoofball’s a hell of a drug. He then immediately left the room to question some things about himself. Night Light headed for the door and left.
“Wait, but what was the prank? You said it backfired on you so from a narrative perspective you should’ve said what it was. You as a writer mom should know that especially.” Twilight asked.
“Oh, well… you know that episode of Scrubs where Elliot says some bad advice her mother gave her? ‘Tell him you’re pregnant and if he doesn’t propose on the spot dump him, damand he pays for the abortion and then spend that money on magaritas and a philopino boy named Horhey’.”
“I don’t think Scrubs was out in 1999 and I’m pretty sure you’re mixing two of her quotes together there… but real classy mom.” Shining bemusedly said.
“It's your father's fault. He did something incredibly stupid.”
“Hey, I was the victim in this.” Night Light defended.
“Were you really?”
“Yes. Absolutely. 100%.”
“Ok, that’s fair. But in my defence, you…”