Quinn Bailey Must Die

4

Tara's plan comes to fruition over cups of black coffee, your scrambled eggs and a half-eaten set of Mickey Mouse waffles.

Mindy's brow is pinched as she drafts up the first message.

You're a little restless, Tara's hand on your back doing nothing to soothe you.

"There," Says Mindy, after a moment, "How's that?"

Tara takes back her phone.

"Hey," She reads out, "What u up 2?"

Tara blinks.

"This is what took you five minutes to draft?" She asks, voice scathing.

Mindy huffs.

"No," She says, "That's just a primer. You can't go in all guns blazing, Tara, she'll get suspicious."

Tara rolls her eyes.

"Been thinking about u lately," Tara continues, "Feels weird how we left things."

You clench your jaw.

Tara rubs your back, absent-mindedly.

"How r u doing? Sorry when my gf gets crazy like that there's nothing I can do."

You scowl.

Mindy ducks behind her coffee cup.

"Mindy, I don't type like this," Says Tara, hotly, "Where's the grammar? This sounds like it was written by a fourteen year old boy."

"Fourteen year old boy is Mindy's spirit animal," Says Chad with a grin, throwing a blueberry between his lips.

"Shut up, Chad," Groans Mindy, "Tara, fine, you can change the grammar. But the rest of it? Does it work?"

Tara purses her lips.

"I suppose it's not terrible." She offers.

Mindy smiles.

"Skip a bit," She suggests, "Get to the good stuff."

Tara scrolls, and reads out the rest of Mindy's text.

"I always thought u were sexy," Tara reads, "You know Ginger Spice was always my favorite spice girl."

Tara raises an eyebrow.

You snort.

"This is the good stuff?" Chad asks, "Mindy, you could have a billionaire dollars and you still wouldn't be able to talk a thirty dollar hooker into bed with you. No wonder you can't get a girlfriend."

Tara sniggers.

Mindy shoots a glare his way.

"I can too get a girlfriend," Says Mindy, voice hot, "I just don't want one right now. Girls are high maintenance, I don't have time for that."

"Amen." Mumbles Tara.

You nudge an elbow into her side.

"Ow."

"You can not have a girlfriend too, if I'm too high maintenance." You say, and Tara shakes her head.

"You're worth the maintenance baby," Says Tara, as you dodge her kiss, "You're like a really nice lawn. No house is complete without it."

"Romantic." You deadpan, "How come you're a house and I'm just a lawn?"

"You're a mansion, baby," Tara assures, "A ten million dollar mansion with an infinity pool."

Mindy huffs.

"Can we get back to the mission?" She asks, sounding annoyed, "If you don't like my pickup lines, you're welcome to try out your own, Casanova."