Endless: REWRITTEN

15. Fire Agate

Robin

I decide to go to the party. Because I at least owe it to everyone not to be an antisocial piece of shit for one night.

I also owe it to Cheyenne, because it seems like if I don't show up, then that'll cause tension in the room. Like I'm missing a class and the teacher (Mordecai) is pissed. That being said, I don't know how Mordecai is going to react if I show up. The last time we even saw each other was on rather violent terms. He still hasn't apologized for what he said, and I don't expect him to. I don't expect him to be apologetic towards anyone or anything except his little pixie. She's his world, his life, his end all, be all. Fuck the rest of us.

Deep breath... tonight's not about you or Mordecai... it's about Cheyenne.

I show up at seven on the dot. When Cheyenne opens the door for me, a look of shock passes her face. She's in a flowery romper, her usually curly hair straightened for the event.

"Hi," she smiles softly. "Feeling okay?"

"We'll see how far I get," I answer. She raises on her tiptoes and hugs me tightly in appreciation.

"Thank you," she whispers to me. My chest feels warm at the gesture. I didn't realize just how much she appreciated me being here. Maybe things would be okay.

She takes my hand and drags me into the apartment. "Look who decided to come!"

In her tiny living room are Mordecai, Roscoe, and Gianna, all surrounded by a game of Uno. Gianna is the first one off of the floor. "Hey! We haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah... sorry," I chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Do you want something to drink?" she offers. "We have beer, wine, or water if you're not in the drinking mood." She skips off into the kitchen. "We're going to order food in an hour, but unfortunately, no one gets a choice in that." She says the last part loudly.

"Hey! It's my birthday," Cheyenne frowns, crossing her arms.

"Do you have to subject us all to seafood, though?" Gianna comes out of the kitchenette with her hands on her hips. She looks at me. "We flipped a coin and seafood won."

"What was the other option?" I ask.

"Tacos!"

"Whoa, seriously?" I wince at Cheyenne.

"Fine, we can get two separate orders," she shrugs.

"That's what we were sugge— you know what, never mind. I need another drink."

I snort, taking a seat on the carpet next to Roscoe. "If she keeps drinking like this, you're not going to get any action tonight."

Roscoe rolls his eyes. "She'll try anyway. It just won't be good."

A song that was playing in the background gets a little louder and the girls get excited and start singing along to the lyrics and dancing around the studio. The rest of us just look at each other, knowing their drinking expenditures have started long before the actual party did.

"I think I will take a drink," I stand up and head into the kitchen. Half the wine was already gone, and I know that if I take a glass, I'll get murdered, so I just settle for a beer. When I walk back in, the girls are still drunkenly singing along to the new song playing, but now they're sitting back on the carpet in their significant others' arms.