perfection // gerz

'No Fucking Way'~

Christine groans, because this is something she really didn't anticipate happening, and she doesn't really want it to ruin her night out with her friends.

"What's up?" Amanda sounds only about halfway concerned, while the other half of her is already playing host to alcohol (and trying to stealthily reel their friend Josh's roommate, Andrew, in for a one night stand – which she doesn't think Christine even knows about, but it's hard not to, because the alcohol is somehow eliminating all of Amanda's subtlety).

Trying not to completely lose her patience with her highly annoying best friend, Christine wordlessly points in the direction of the presence which is causing her all the mild panic.

"Ooooh," Amanda grins. "Who's that hottie? Oh, wait!" her jaw drops, and she turns back to Christine. "Is that-"

"Mr Way? Yeah."

"Oh, dude," Amanda giggles. "Way goes clubbing? Wow!"

"He's only twenty eight," Christine grits through her teeth. "It's not that weird."

Christine doesn't even really know why she's defending Mr Way, and his right to go clubbing, when she was freaking out over his presence just a moment ago.

"Do you think he's here alone?" Amanda is practically bouncing, and Christine wonders how much of that excitement stems from her alcohol consumption. "You should totally go over there."

"What?! Are you insane? I'm not going over to him! What is the matter with you?!"

"I'm just saying," Amanda holds her hands up in defence, completely ruining it with the smirk curving her lips, "Maybe he's here alone, looking for a little bit of fun? Come on! It's totally the perfect opportunity for you to get under him." Amanda winks seductively.

"You're crazy! He's probably here with his wife," Christine says firmly. "His gorgeous wife, whom he loves," she adds, wanting to bring her point home with her slightly inebriated best friend.

"What if he's here alone, looking for a good time, though?"

"Well, for a good time, he came to the right place," Christine points out, gesturing to their surroundings.

"Oh, for the love of fuck! You know what I mean. What if he came here tonight for a little bedroom action? Think about it," Amanda insists, sounding way too articulate for a drunken conversation, which scares Christine, because maybe she's sober after all, and Amanda is being serious this whole time. "He came to a club, all alone, and it's far enough away from home and school, so he knows that no one he knows will catch him here," which is (so far) a fair assumption, Christine has to concede, because that's the exact argument that got their underaged asses into this particular club in the first place. "Also, come on! It's so close to at least three hotels I can think of right now. He could so easily pick a girl up, take her to the hotel for a quick, dirty fuck, and bam! His secret's safe."

"Hi," Christine says, gently grabbing Amanda by her shoulders, "You're insane! Besides," she continues, not giving Amanda time to protest, "if Mr Way is a man who wants to cheat, that is not any of our business."

"It could be," Amanda smirks. "You could be the one he cheats with, which would totally make it your business. And my business, by default."

"Mr Way is not cheating, and I'm definitely not having any part of it," Christine insists. "Look," she says, gesturing towards the bar. "There is his wife now, and they're talking to a friend. See? No cheating. Now, can we please get out of here, before they catch us?"

"Yeah, okay," Amanda deflates, and Christine isn't really sure why the hell she is so disappointed, but doesn't say anything about it.

"Come on," she says instead. "Let's go find the others, and get out of here."