Hearts of Delmar (Book 1 of 2)

Chapter 2: Roleplay

"YOU DID WHAT!?" Hollered Dee as another 2 humans stood in the background and Nicole tried not to cry."

"I fucked up. I got accidentally married."

"This is exactly what I was talking about. You're dating an alien you know nothing about and you don't even know their culture!" Dee ranted as her other friend tried to be the voice of reason.

"Dee, calm down I'm sure this misunderstanding can be fixed easily, right jack?" Asked the tall redheaded girl with the pixie cut, looking to her male counterpart as if he had the solution.

"Why would I know this? This is Delmar M44, I'm human, I've never been married, let alone to Delmarian. They're a very ritualistic species of superstitious and often nonsensical rules. You know if you get in a fight over a parking spot you can legally declare FUPAR, and if the other guy accepts you just fight to the death in the next schedules arena ceremony. There's one Friday if you wanna go, nosebleed seats are free."

"That's not helpful, Jack." Whispered the redhead.

", I'm not trying to be an asshole, I'm being realistic. What exactly did you agree to, Nicole?" Jack inquired.

"We were playing an online game at his place and I forgot something back home, so I said "wow, we're always together, we may as well keep some supplies at the other's house, or I could just move in with you and save time." She quoted. "I was mostly joking. He looked really flattered and said "you wanna move in with me?" and I thought for a second and figured why not? I never do anything spontaneous and I thought it would be for a few days to sorta see what it was like. It sounded fun."

"Did he give you anything?"

"Yea he gave me this little skull bead he wears in his hair, and I wore it. And then he gave me a big long hug and...That's a wedding ring isn't it?"

"Yea. More or less. That's a hair bead totem male Delmarians wear to show they're officially an adult, and by accepting it, you signed a legal contract."

"Why is it a skull? Dee asked.

"It's Delmar, death is kind of the vibe? Their national symbol for peace is a broken sword covered in blood. You can buy a fresh spine in the giftshop of the arena. Usually whoever died in the last one. They just bleach it and run some string through the middle." Jack explained.

"Nicole...Your husband's entire species is in a death cult. Good job listening to me when I was being "RaCiSt" Dee said, gyrating her entire body to emphasize the point. "Nicole Marie Evergreen, you have pulled a stupid maneuver."

"Are we even sure that's still her full name?" Jack asked. "I don't know if Delmarian wives still take the males last name, but they still do that on Earth so just being human alone might make that legal."

"Do you even know your own last name right now?" barked Dee. "You could be Nicole UngaFluffmatron right now and you don't even know. What if you can't even pronounce your own last name? You know Delmarian names are mostly just long-ass chains of bunnny-mumble sounds. Do you even know Vinn's real name?"

"Vendetta."

"That's his tittle, honey. They give them title names, his legal name is probably 12 syllables long and requires peanutbutter on the roof of your mouth to accent correctly."

"Oh my god I don't know my own name or my husband's name, what is wrong with me Dee?" she panicked.

And worse, what if some other Delmarian chick wanted him and you have to Fupar for it. They kill in that arena. What... IF. YOU. HAVE. TO. FIGHT. A. Bitch. You'll die. You're tiny. We should just leave town." Dee said, already packing.