Civil Skies

Sweatpants

"Can you pass the mascara over."
"Here."
"Thanks. Do you think this is too much?" I ask Courtney.
"No. You look good. You might be at the limit before you start looking like a hooker."
I start laughing.
"You know you look good when your friend says you look like a prostitute. Should I charge $120 or $250?"
I jokingly ask.
"No but really, I want to try something new and excite things a bit for me. I advise you to do the same tonight."

Courtney turned to me and replied, "Neh, I think I'm good. Too much makeup on me makes me feel like I'm trying to attract too much attention."

"Whatever's fine with you." I reply. "I'm really tempted to put lipstick on Meow. I think a bright pink really suits his personality."
Courtney stopped brushing her hair to turn and look at me.
"Meow is too good for you. He refuses to participate in such foolish things. Chairman Meow will soon rule the world. Once that happens, there will be no mercy. I advise you to be on his good side."
I awkwardly stand there for a few seconds just staring.
"Okay then." Subconsciously I look out the doorway of the bathroom into Courtney's room and find the cat laying on her bed. I then walk into my room to go pick out a cute dress. After some thinking, I picked out a pale coral dress that came above my knees with a cute bow attached in the back. The whole dress was complimented with a cute clutch of the same color and high heels. I curled my long hair into a cute ponytail and added some earrings. To finish the look, I threw on a dark plum colored jacket. Exhausted after spending too much time on myself, I walked back into the living room to find Courtney dressed and sitting on the couch watching tv. I quietly surrender to my laziness by this point.

"Do you still want to go out? I rather stay in and watch Netflix. It's way too wet and cold anyways."

"Cook the popcorn." That was the only answer I needed.
I walked into the bathroom and removed all my makeup. I then change into an oversized shirt and sweatpants. Afterwards, I strolled into the kitchen and began popping the popcorn.
About an hour later, we found ourselves in the middle of watching a movie when I realized that tomorrow morning was trash pickup.
"Crap. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap."
"What?" Courtney sat up as she asked.
"Tomorrow is trash day. Ugh, I have to bring it downstairs. Give me five minutes."
"Okay."
I reluctantly stood up and grabbed my slippers. I slowly made my way down the stairs and walked out the door. I kept walking until I turned the corner and found the dumpster. By now it was probably one in the morning and it was freezing. I had to lift the heavy lid carrying cold water of the dumpster up to throw the bag in. Because of my shortness, when I reached over the dumpster to close the lid back down I couldn't move. Just from my luck, the top part of my shirt got caught up and twisted on one of the dumpster's edges. I tried to get unstuck but it was completely useless.
"Well great. It's freezing, wet, and at night. At least I have a smelly dumpster to keep me company."