How To Woo Sky Walker

4

"Alright, five? A ten is speaking," Tobin starts as she walks in the student lounge.

Sky doesn't look up from her cup noodles. Her friend places both palms on her desk loudly. "She stole my eraser today."

"Kill her."

"Sky, no, we talked about this. Your immediate response should not be a murder intention. Let's try again. She stole my eraser today."

Sky puts her chopsticks down and speaks through a mouthful of noodles, "And who's the 'she' now?"

"This cute girl in my lab," she answers, taking the seat across her and putting her feet up. "And I still don't know her name, what's wrong with me?"

Sky slurps the soup from its cup, holding it up to her mouth. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand and asks, annoyed, "Don't you have other friends to tell this to? I'm busy, I need to prepare Bennett's lecture. Look." She gestures to the laptop in front of her with the blank slide. "Busy."

"It's blank."

"Busy," Sky repeats. "I'm stressed and I needed food."

"I don't want friends," Tobin answers in response to Sky's earlier question. She hangs her head back and closes her eyes. "I want pussy. Not in the literal way. I want a girl."

"Well, I want dick," Sky counters, pulling the laptop closer to her. "In the literal way."

Tobin scoffs lightly. "There's someone offering you his. Harvey Ryerson in your class."

Sky shuts the laptop. "I think that's enough work for today."

"You didn't do anything, the slide was literally still blank—"

"I don't need a man, but where is he and why is he still not here? I need to head to the bar." Sky grabs her phone and bag. "Come with me."

It shouldn't take long for them to reach a bar, a multitude of them is literally across the street from their university—but Tobin refuses to go anywhere (where she can meet her potential girlfriend) looking like she just got out of class, and drags Sky to her condominium unit to change into something more presentable.

Presentable, meaning, tight jeans, tube top, makeup. Tobin already has killer eyebrows—Sky doesn't understand why she needs to do anything else for her face, but whatever makes her feel gorgeous, right?

"Are you not going to change." Tobin asks this like a flat statement, already knowing her friend's response. She looks at her through the mirror as she's applying lip gloss. "I do not want to be seen with you looking like that. At a bar."

Sky is in a hoodie and jeans. "I am not. I want a drink."

"You said you wanted a man. A dick, actually."

"I changed my mind. I don't need any of those."

Tobin smacks her lips in the mirror and twirls around for Sky to evaluate. "What do you think, darling?"

Sky nods in approval. "Would bang but will not. Because you're not into that and because you're my friend."

"Great," Tobin answers with a grin, slipping on her pumps. "Come on, then."

Tobin orders their drinks as soon as they arrive. Sky sits against the bar and Tobin leans over the counter to flirt with the bartender, and they toast to their sad, sad lives and how they're probably going to end up marrying each other anyway—

A man approaches Tobin with a disgusting, creepy smile. "Hey—"

"I'm a lesbian and I'm ace, move along," Tobin says immediately, waving him away. She sips on her drink and watches him back away slowly.