A Tall Glass of You

Chapter 3 : Call me~

"So, you gonna call her or not?"
"Duh! Of course I'm gonna call her! I just don't want to look desperate..."

Shake was laying on Frylock's bed, staring at the phone number he had carefully kept folded in his pocket since the previous day. He still had trouble believing a woman, and a beautiful one at that, willingly gave him her number without him even insisting. Frylock was at his desk, working on another incomprehensible science project that would probably not come to term, or eventually explode, or God knows what else. 

"You are desperate." He snickered, his eyes not leaving the computer screen. A pillow missed the back of his head by a few inches and hit the wall instead. The man didn't even flinch.
"Like hell I am! Chicks are all over me. All the time!" Shake exclaimed, though it was evident he was mostly trying to convince himself. Or maybe he was just saying that stuff out of habit at this point, just to be contrary to whatever his taller housemate was saying. He was just annoying like that.

"Uh-huh." Frylock acquiesced. "I'll believe that when you get a date and you don't immediately screw it up."
Truthfully, he was pushing Shake to actually call Cassie. Mostly to get him to be out of his hair for at least one evening, or more if the universe so desired, but also because... Well, the girl seemed exceedingly sweet and patient. She did not respond with any kind of disgust to the attempts at flirting from his friend, which was impressive enough to notice.

"Fine! I'll call her! Jesus Christ..." Shake huffed, practically rolling off the bed and to his feet. He was just about to go back to the living room when a sudden thought crossed his mind like some kind of PTSD lightning bolt. He hadn't thought about that in a loooooong while, but he still needed to make sure. "...Hey, Frylock?"
The only responsible one of the house hummed in acknowledgment, still typing away on his keyboard. What did all those zeros and ones mean anyway? Fuck if anyone knew.
"Is it another robot? 'Cause I'm not doing that again." Shake asked, his tone unusually mild. Frylock's hands actually paused for a few seconds and he had to search in his memories for just a moment until it finally rang a bell.
"Ah, that. No, it's not another Freda situation. I'm gonna refrain from meddling with AI for the foreseeable future." He finally stated, going back to his work as quickly as he'd stopped. "Now stop stalling and call her so you can get rejected and get it over with."
"Yeah yeah, fuck you too." Shake hissed, giving his roommate a tasteful but ultimately unnoticed middle finger and slamming the door closed behind him for just a little more emphasis.
Getting the small scrap of paper out of his pocket again, he let out a sigh as the numbers stared back at him ominously. He wasn't one to admit that kind of feeling, especially to himself, but god damn was he anxious. Ridiculously so.
What if this chick was just messing with him? A wrong number, maybe? 

"Oh, come on! What am i, a bitch? It's just a call." He scolded himself, grabbing the (read: Frylock's) phone from the top of the dresser and entering the ten digits on the screen. He hated how nauseous he suddenly felt as he hit the call button. He hated the sound of the dial tone, and he hated how many times it repeated.

"Hello, Cassandra speaking!"
He did not hate her voice. Her voice was pretty sweet.
He still fucking jumped when he heard it.
"Ah! Yes! It's, uh" He cleared his throat. Get it together, man! "It's Shake. Y'know, from the diner. You gave me your number?"

It sounded like a question. Why did he phrase that last sentence like a question??

"Oh! Yeah I remember!" The girl exclaimed in a light tone followed by a little laugh. "Cute blonde, pink hat?"
Cute? Cute???
There was something almost alien about hearing that from someone that wasn't himself. Disconcerting, but oh boy did his ego get a boost from that simple word.
"Ah, yeah! Did I make that much of an impression?" He asked, leaning against the dresser as if she was somehow able to get his body language through the phone.
Dumbass.

He did get another laugh out of that, though.

"I did give you my number so... Yeah, you could say that~" Cassie hummed, catching Shake off guard. He had no idea how she managed that, but the pure sincerity in her voice was just the most disarming thing to him. She legit just…was okay with him existing, huh?
"Haha, sweet... So anyway, I was wondering if you would be down for uh... I dunno, a drink or whatever?" He questioned, feeling a tad less worried about her response than he'd been before.

"Sure! I'm free tomorrow evening. We can meet in front of my workplace and go wherever. Would that be okay?"
She didn't even skip a beat. She didn't even have to think about it.
"Yes! Y-Yeah, sure. Tomorrow's fine. Great. Perfect. Let's say 8 pm. Is 8 pm okay? D'you have a car? 'Cause I have a car. If you want."

He did not have a car.

"I wouldn't mind not walking for once... 8 pm it is then! See you tomorrow, Shake."
"Okaycoolseeyoutomorrowbye~"

He was this close to throwing the phone across the room as soon as the call ended but he managed to restrain himself. He also noticed he hadn't been breathing for the past thirty seconds.

"Nailed it." He sighed, letting himself fall into his chair feeling as if his heart was going to give in any minute now.
"Yeeeah, smooth." A familiar and insufferable voice remarked sarcastically, making Shake groan and give a pointy glance at Meatwad. How long had he been there? Ah, it didn't really matter. Shake didn't feel like being particularly mean tonight.
"Watch the snark, little man." He hissed, pointing a gloved finger at his smaller roommate. "I'll have you know I got a date, and that's what matters."
"You said you had a car. Since when do you have a car?" Meatwad asked, his genuine naivety as strong as usual. Shake exhaled by his nose in exasperation.
"My car... Carl's car... What's the difference? I'm sure he'll be cool about it, because this guy-" He gestured to himself proudly. "-is going to get laid tomorrow, and nothing is gonna take that away from me!"

Meatwad shrugged vaguely at that, his eyes going back to the TV as Shake got up and stretched noisily.
"Now, where did I put those jumper cables?..."