Spoilers! (Mavi)

Chapter 7: Date

I walked into my dorm room to my roommate sprawled out across the couch, which was a task for someone so tall and lanky. He was groaning to himself with his pillow over his face, which was a normal occurrence actually.

"Scott?"

"Is this a vocal warm up?"

"I hope not." I pushed his legs down and sat down next to him. It didn't take long before his arms were around me and his head was rested against mine.

"I missed you! Can you take a day off this weekend? There's a party and I hate going without you."

"I... I can't... actually."

"Work?"

"No... I have a date." That stick figure motherfucker started laughing. I had never felt so offended. I punched him in the chest lightly and knocked him over. I turned on our TV and changed the channel until I found Lion King on randomly and decided to relive my childhood a little.

"I'm sorry, Mitchie! After seeing you say no to every man that's asked you out since about 3rd grade, I figured you were just the single type."

"Gee! Thanks for having faith in me, Scottard." The eight-hundred-foot-long-noodle-thing hadn't stopped laughing. "I've had boyfriends!"

"Boyfriends you asked out. No one that's asked you has made it past the room you met them in."

I realized he was right. The few boyfriends I did have I'd asked out myself. No one had been able to ask me out and get a yes. This was becoming a concerning fact.

"Either way, I have a date. How was work for you today?"

"There was this customer today that was as difficult to feed as Kirstie."

"Oh god."

Scott, Kirstie, and I all grew up together in Manhattan and stayed together for college. They were a pair of the best singers I'd ever heard. Scott wanted to work somewhere more populated, so he applied for restaurants while Kirstie and I applied for small, family owned businesses.

"So, this small, petite lady walks in with a puppy in her purse, which is against a thousand rules and starts complaining when I tell her she has to either put her rat outside or she can't eat there."

"Was the puppy cute?"

"Fuck yeah! Anyway, she handed her dog off to her assistant and I took her to a table. From the time she sat down until the time she stood up to leave, she was barking orders at me like I didn't have other customers."

"Ew! You hate that."

"I really do. She ordered half the menu in one sitting and then got mad when I forgot something."

"Tell me you spit in her food or something."

"No! That's gross. I did get to drop an entire cup of coffee on her lap though."

"Oh. My. God!"

"I'm pretty sure I ruined what ever fake animal print she was wearing."

"How do you know it was fake?"

"Girl, it was 50 shades of ugly. Real animal print is at least somewhat fashionable. I almost wanted to call Peta on her."

"I hate Peta."

"I do too."

He continued his long explanation about his horrid customer while I cackled at his impression of her. After a while, we both got bored and ended up drinking what was left of the wine we had in our kitchen.