Jennie
I don't hear from Lisa the whole of next day. I meet Mino on my lunch break and update him on all that's happened, beginning with my sprained wrist. He's not amused and, more insultingly, not surprised.
"You were always a terrible driver with those things," he muses with a disapproving shake of the head. My eyes widen in surprise.
"That's not true! I never wrecked it last time. I really think there was something wrong with this scooter."
"The scooter? Or the driver?"
I point a fry at him menacingly. "Don't make me come across this table, Mino Song."
The waitress comes to refill our drinks and there is a short lull in our conversation.
"So, when are you seeing him again?" Mino wonders.
"This weekend, I guess. Hey - did they ever say what the terms of the bet are?"
He shakes his head apologetically. "No. They were still talking about it as they walked out of the bathroom. So maybe after they left, they discussed it."
Of course. Damn it. I'm just dying to know, but it seems the only people privy to the information are Lisa and Satan - er, Kai.
"That stinks," I grumble. "Maybe they bet like a million dollars or something. You'd totally make a bet like that for a million dollars, wouldn't you?"
Mino regards me sceptically. "So you think they're millionaires? And why does it suddenly matter what they bet? And to answer your question...no, I wouldn't."
I scoff. "You're such a liar."
"I'd be cheating on Joy."
"This is assuming you're not with Joy, of course."
"Oh. Well the answer would still be 'no'."
"How come?"
"Because it's not right, Jennie," he says, exasperated. "So what if they did bet a million dollars? Does that make it okay for them to make this bet on you?"
"Hmm..." I think about it. "Well, if Justin gave me at least half the money then...yeah, I might be okay with it."
"Some would consider that prostitution you know."
"It can't be prostitution if I don't know about it."
"But you do know about it."
I sigh loudly. "Mino! We're pretending this is under normal circumstances, in which case I wouldn't know and you wouldn't have a fiancé. And for fuck's sake, quit going all 'What Would Jesus Do' on me and just admit that you'd do that shit for a million dollars."
He looks taken aback. "What's all this about?" he wonders.
I blush, suddenly embarrassed. Am I trying to make excuses for Lisa? Damn it, I'm treading in the danger zone over here. Change the topic...or at least, the topic of the topic.
"You know anyone who has a smelly cat?"
"What?" His eyebrows furrow quizzically. "Why the hell do you need to know that?"
"Lisa's friend Hae-in suggested I get one to mess with her."
"Because she doesn't like smelly cats?"
I shrug. "Guess not."
"Well Christ, Jennie. No one likes smelly cats."
"Look - do you know someone or not? I'm going to have to leave soon. My lunch break is almost over."
He shakes his head. "No, sorry. Maybe you should check out the humane society. That place always stinks. Or look in the newspaper for cats free to a good home - those animals usually have something wrong with them when they're free. That might help."
"Thanks," I mutter impassively, but I already know I'm not going through any of this trouble just to mess with Lisa. Hae-in will just have to think of some new ideas. What the fuck would I do with the thing once all this is over? I highly doubt Lisa would keep it. "How's the wedding planning going?"
"It's going. The choice for the last band was a flop so she's letting me pick."
"Oh, cool! Have you found anyone yet?"
"I did, but she vetoed that choice. She gets three vetoes."
Poor little naive Mino. I can only shake my head and laugh, because that's so Joy, and God how I love her.
