Cheryl POV
"Whatcha looking at?" I hear Betty say as she walks into the lounge room of our shared apartment. I sigh and ruffle a hand through my hair.
"Just looking on a dating app" I say as Betty sits down on the couch next to me. "Weird. Lame. Gross. Dumb. Freak. Loser. Perv." I list off, swiping through a whole list of people that don't spark my interest in the slightest. I guess you could say I have a picky taste.
"Well, what happened to Kelly?" Betty asks me to which I roll my eyes.
"We broke up. She ate soup too much."
"What? Like every day?"
"It happened twice."
Betty holds back a laugh before speaking. "Okay well, listen, you're in luck because I have the perfect girl for you and I'm actually texting with her right now." She says excitedly, holding her phone up.
"Absolutely not," I say instantly. "You are terrible at setting me up. Remember that idiot Justin?" I cringe at even saying the name.
"You see, men are difficult because they're all secretly monsters but I know so many great women. This'll work Cher." Betty continues, with a pleading look on her face that I try desperately to ignore.
"I'm sorry but I just don't think this is something you're good at Betts." I say, innocently sipping on my tea, as she puts a hand to her chest and feigns a look of offence.
"Come on," Betty pleads, tugging my arm. "Just give me a shot. If I mess it up, fine I'll drop it, and I'll never bring it up again."
I sigh, looking at her before making my mind up. "Fine, one date. That's all you get." I say to her, as she tries to hide her immediate excitement.
"That's all I need" she whispers mysteriously before running off to her room.
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I make my way into the bar that I'm meeting this blind date that Betty set me up on. I'm still not sure how I actually ended up agreeing to it but here I am.
I sit down on a stool next to the bar and before I can even ask for a drink, I see Betty make her way over with the girl.
"Cheryl hey! This is my friend, Melissa." Betty says, with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes.
"Hey," I say simply.
"Sparks already." Betty comments, making me roll my eyes.
"Well I'm gonna take off," Betty continues. "You two have fun." She winks at me and walks off.
"So, what are you drinking?" I ask Melissa as she takes a seat on the stool next to me.
"I'll have a margarita. But like, a skinny margarita. So like, tequila and lime and a tiny splash of agave." She affirms, her whiny voice already starting to get on my nerves. That's mean, I know, but she has got a shrill fucking voice.
"Hm. I refuse to order that," I answer, as I'm not one to hide how i'm feeling.
"You don't have to, I heard her." An unfamiliar voice comes from behind the bar. I turn my head to see a beautiful woman, leaning forward to set out two square napkins in front of us. She smiles at me mischievously.
"And what do you want?" The bartender asks me, and I don't fail to notice her eyes scan quickly up and down me.
"Just take your cheapest whiskey and pour it into your nearest glass." I say.
"Now, that's a drink." She replies, with a smile before turning around to make the beverages.
My eyes linger on her slightly before reluctantly turning back to my actual date.
