"i get why you hate me."
i let out a heavy, dramatic sigh into my phone, which was held between my neck and shoulder, firmly pressing it against my ear. both of my hands were occupied, struggling to pry open a bag of chocolate covered pretzels that sat between my legs.
"why can't you ever start a call off normally?" i griped, "how about a, 'hey, jude,' or, 'how's your day off, bitch?'"
it actually wasn't particularly significant that it was my day off - considering i made money only for myself, and the club subsisted from their bar, i chose when i came and went. it was wednesday, so it seemed pointless to show up. who really goes to a strip - i mean, gentleman's club on a wednesday?
marshall acted as if i hadn't said anything at all. "i didn't talk to you or nothin', probably like you thought. but then, when i did, i flipped on you 'cause i was drunk."
"mhm," i replied flatly, settling into my couch more comfortably once the bag ripped open and my beloved sweets were in reach, sliding my phone into my hand. "sounds about right."
"so.."
"so what?!" i practically shouted.
"so i'm sorry, damn!" i could just picture him throwing his arms up in defense.
"sure you are," i grumbled, chewing on a pretzel and squinting my eyes as if i could make him feel my death stare through the phone.
i could hear him clear his throat nervously. "besides callin' to, uh..apologize.."
"oh, would you get to the point!"
"if you would let me!"
"i'm waiting."
"what the fuck am i doin'..." i thought i heard him whisper under his breath before he said, "i wanted to know if you would go to dinner wit me."
i nearly choked. "you what?"
"i thought you would want a fancy ass fuckin' meal that you don't have to pay for," he reworded his proposal, "that better?"
"when?" i demanded curtly.
"saturday."
"that's my busiest fucking work night. try again."
"aight, then. whenever you want, princess."
"friday," i chirped, pleased at the fact that i'd taken control of the situation, even thought friday nights were busy as well. "at eight."
without waiting for an answer, i hung up.
what the hell just happened?
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Fanfiction❝ i heard 'em say exact opposites attract. if that's a fact it'll take task force to get you back. ❞ -- she's a professional. but when he won't take no for an answer, the line between business and pleasure is blurred.
