Cute, Cozy, Queer Stories

Part 23 Dale & Kath, Sena & Jen

"Dale's girlfriend is a dick."

Jen shot Sena a sharp look. Sena flopped down on the opposite office chair, one leg over the arm of the chair, and didn't bother to lower her voice or close the door.

"Sena!" Jen gave a quieting gesture.

"What?" Sena shook her head, her deep brown eyes looking into Jen's like she was dense. "She is. She's a fucking dick. And you know it."

"Okay, but do you have to tell the whole world?" Jen nodded towards the door. "Close the freaking door."

Rolling her eyes, Sena swiveled in the chair and kicked the door closed with her foot. She swiveled back around. "Seriously, she's a bitch."

"Don't say 'bitch,' Sena. It's just a mean word for women."

"Fine, she's an asshole," Sena conceded. "I can't stand her. How do we get rid of her?"

Jen passed her girlfriend a rueful smile. "Dale likes her. Leave it alone."

"She makes fun of him!"

Jen merely shrugged. She didn't want to say it out loud—Sena seemed amped up enough—but she'd thought the same thing. It was one thing for Kath to making sniping comments at her and Sena, but it was another thing to make fun of Dale. "Some people like that kind of thing," Jen said weakly.

"No, they don't," Sena said flatly. "They pretend to because they want to get laid. Which is what Dale is doing. We have to save him." She threw up a hand, as if in resignation. "We have to save him from his dick. His dick is sabotaging his mental health."

Jen chuckled. "You got it all planned out, huh?"

Sena scooted the office chair closer. Her voice got lower, but her tone got sharper. "She called him fat."

Jen turned, her brow sinking. "No, she didn't."

"Yes, she did. I was just there. She said he shouldn't drink beer because he 'already had a full tank.' That's a fucking fat joke."

Jen frowned. "What did he say?"

"Nothing. Of course he didn't say anything. You know how he is. But you know he hates that shit."

Sighing, Jen only shook her head. "I know she's bad. But we can't say anything. It'll just drive him away."

"I'm just gonna tell him not to have her come over here anymore."

Jen gave her a long look. "So she can talk down to him somewhere else?"

Sena was quiet. Plucking a pencil off Jen's desk, she played with it for a moment, then tossed it back on the desk. "Well, what do we do, then? I hate her. She's the fucking worst. And she's here all the time."

"Nothing." Jen put the pencil back in the cracked coffee cup on her desk. "There is not shit we can do. Anything we say about Kath will just drive Dale away. Remember how you wouldn't listen to anyone when you were dating Marjorie?" Sena opened her mouth to answer, but Jen went on, "she was mean, she was dumb as a rock and she smelled like pickles and you still dated her for three months."

A small smile crept over Sena's dark lips. "She did smell like pickles. It was so weird."

Jen scooted her chair closer and laid her feet in Sena's lap. "What do I smell like?"

"School."

"Wow. Thanks. So romantic."

"You're there seven days a week, what else would you smell like?"