She’s gone again.
I pull my outfit together with a long black vest, a pair of black booties, small silver hoop earrings, and light makeup. I already threw my hair into a side braid earlier and it fits my style perfectly, so I leave it as is.
Not bothering to knock on Zoe’s door, I bust into her room.
“OMG! I’M NAKED!”
“I have titties too. Not like I haven’t seen a pair before.”
“But mine are special,” she tosses over her shoulder at me.
“Right, and my vagina is a magical haven.”
“Hey, you said it, not me.” She snaps her bra into place and spins back around. “Oh my gosh! Your outfit iscute! There’s no doubt you’ll attract attention tonight.”
I don’t want attention tonight. I want to crawl back in bed and sit with my phone in my hand for the next several hours.
“It’s just leggings and a tee, no big deal.”
“Just take the friggin’ compliment and go away. I’ll be out in five.”
“So, ten?”
She flips me off. “Five, you brat.”
“Drinks are on you if it’s ten.” I give her a finger wave and slip out the door before she throws something at me.
Me: My roomie is forcing me out of the apartment for “one” drink. We’ll either abide by that rule or we’ll come home at two in the morning.
Zach: I could go for a beer…or ten. It’s one of those days.
Me: Ugh. Want to talk about it?
Zach: I probably should, but I’d rather drown my sorrows in booze and video games.
Me: So healthy.
Me: Sorry, that was a dick thing to say.
Zach: I like it when you say dick things. Keeps it real.
Zach: Also, you’re right. It’s not healthy. I lost about four hours’ worth of work because of a power surge. My backups didn’t perform as they should have and now I’m starting over and will be working into the wee hours of the morning.
Me: Okay, yeah, that IS a shit day. Beer time?
Zach: Beer time. Then back to work. I meandered outside to grab some fresh air and talk myself out of smashing my computer.
Me: I think that was a smart move. Is it helping at all?
Zach: Give me a few more minutes and I’ll let you know.
Zach: Why don’t you want to go out with your friend?
Me: Let’s just say I’m much more comfortable staying home and watching Netflix than I am hanging out at the bar with randbros.
Zach: Random bros. Clever.
Me: Thank you. But, yeah, it’s not my scene. Never has been, but she thinks I need to get out and “get back in the saddle”.
