There just isn't much fanfic for Arny that's...normal(to me)? Or just fluffy and with a lack of content. I also have never written a fanfic before so we are not going to talk about how quickly I write chapters/how short those chapters are, ok? I cri...
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(promise this is the last new york chapter)
Last day in New York
I decided to give Arny another chance, he's been nicer since I finally stuck up for myself so maybe he was just dealing with something and didn't know how to deal with it in a healthy way. We're all going out to drink and party and stuff, but I'm making them ALL get our nails done together.
"So, I was thinking of getting a dark purple with electric blue lightning on my ring finger, what do you guys think?" They all look absolutely out of their element except Danny... I kinda forced him to go with me all the time so this is basic hanging out.
"Um... sounds cool." Arny mumbles, picking black like a basic bitch.
"You all pick black, I'm rioting in the streets." I give them all a mom look and watch as they all slowly set down the darker color palettes with mostly blacks and greys to pick up dark ones that are more colorful. "Thank you... ya pussies."
"I just like black," Will says to defend himself.
"And I like dick but you don't see any on my nails." I say bluntly and stand up to go over to the lady to tell her which color I'd like and design.
Danny laughs at my joke that no one picked up on. They eventually all join me in a little row to get our nails all done: Danny picked a pastel mint color, Arny picked a VERY deep navy blue, Pete picked a magenta color, and Will picked a similar dark purple as me.
"So, none of you have gotten your nails done before?" I ask them all curiously.
"Well, I've painted my nails before," Arny says and gets the others agreeing with him.
"Then you'll get to see if you would do this every once in a while." I am pretty still and calm while they all are a bit squeamish.
"This feels so weird..." Pete says from one of the files, the second most still one next to Danny who's getting acrylics with me.
"Imagine getting plastic glued to your nails." Danny jokes showing off his fully glued hand for a moment.
"And having them pointed to stiletto tips."
"That's what the pointy ones are called?" Will asks softly, he's the one who sticks out the most being 6'5" and all.
"Yeah, I either get those or rounded." I smile at all of them at various stages of grief with their nails.
"That's like french tips, right?" Arny asks from the farthest seat from me.
"Yeah, you usually get french tips on those and the square tips."
Danny gives me a little smirk that the others can't see, knowing I've been more patient with the asshole curly haired man that last day or two... which rude of him to notice but more rude to point it out so subtly to me when no one watches.
