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Harley chuckled at the dog. “Clothes probably,” she shrugged, looking back up at her friend.
“Smartass,” Skyler teased, swatting playfully at Haryle’s leg. “I meant...are you gonna wear jeans and a shirt, play it casual...or a cute dress with some sexy boots...ya know.”
Shaking her head, still a bit annoyed from the previous conversation, she slides her phone into her pocket. She bends down to pick up the container, blushing a little as she apologizes, “Uh, yeah, that was correct… I’m really sorry about your…” She trails off, not really sure what was in the container.
“Cupcakes,” Skyler finishes with a grin. She popped open the top to examine them. In the fall the icing on top had gotten a little smeared. “I think they’re okay,” she said, wanting the redhead to feel better. “Smeared icing does not a poor tasting cupcake make.”
Honesty Hour
“What?” Kaelyn furrowed her eyebrows for a moment before seeing the cupcakes on the table. “Uh…..right….sure.” She sat back in her seat and nodded a little. “Okay….thanks”
The lid was opened, the container pushed in reach of the other female. “You’re welcome. Sometimes we all need a chocolate fix. Next time you feel shitty you should just stop by the bakery I work at. I’ll give you a straight shot of chocolate icing.” Skyler sat back, hands idly in her lap, legs crossed and with all the comfort as if she’d known the woman all her life. “I’m Skyler.”
“You know what….it’s fine…take the table…I shouldn’t even be out anyways.” She shook her head, clearing her throat a little and starting to gather her belongings
Skyler raised an eyebrow. She didn’t take the female’s emotions personally, whatever this was it had nothing to do with that. “Do you like chocolate cupcakes?” she queried softly? “I mean I can’t keep you here if you’d rather go but...just to provide an alternative option...” She pulled her container of baked in the am cupcakes out of her bag, pushing them onto the table provocatively. “You could sit here with me...and enjoy some chocolate-y goodness...and we can talk about anything that doesn’t have to do with why you’re upset.”
Walking through the lobby, heading for the elevator, speaking angrily into her phone, “Non, papa - papa, je peux gérer cette. Je ne suis pas un enfant! Eh bien arrêter–” she speaks quickly, not noticing the other resident until she bumped into them. Thankful for the excuse, she hurriedly speaks into the phone before hanging up, “Je dois y aller.” She starts to apologize,”Pardon, je n'ai pas– I mean, sorry, I didn’t see you.”
Skyler dropped the plastic container of cupcakes she’d been bringing upstairs with her. Catching onto the french, he mind wandered to the two years she’d taken in high school, though she was certainly a bit rusty. “Ça va. Ne vous en faites pas,” she answered with a smile. “I think I sort of said that right...it’s been a while since my last french class.
“Hey, quit being so lazy and help me out!” Jace exclaimed before leaving his apartment. “Oh. I’m sorry, it was not meant to you. I thought my sister was here.”
“Sorry for not being your sister,” Skyler said with a smile, pulling on the leash to her dachshund, who was trying to sniff at the man’s feet. “If you need help though I don’t have anything better to do.”
“If you could kindly find somewhere else to sit that’s not at this table, that’d be great. Thanks”
Skyler had been in the position enough times herself to know the subtle sounds of someone seeking solace because they were sad. “Oh,” she answered, messenger bag pulled back over her shoulder. “Yeah...sure...sorry.”
“Right? It’s perfect, you’re welcome. And you’re right, Kool-Aid is pretty darn awesome. Just like… make sure to act a little drunk at least so they won’t suspect a thing. And don’t let ‘em drink it either, drunk people don’t like non-alcoholic stuff.”
“Kool-Aid is my go to drink if I’m not doing tea or soda. Right...right gotcha...I think I can fake being tipsy...especially if I’m sugar high from kool aid...that gets me all sorts of goofy, people will totally mistake that for the effects of liquor. I don’t know....if they’re super drunk aren’t their taste buds so messed up they wouldn’t tell the difference?”
“If we did end up running from the law because of a stolen pony, I’d blame you for asking me to get one… then I’d blame myself for actually listening because I can’t say no to anyone! Ooh, excellent point. Besides, the police would lose interest in us when there are zombies looming everywhere. So free food and transport is ticked of the list of things needed to survive a zombie apocalypse. We’d need weapons in case we get into sticky situations… though, I do love the sound of brain cupcakes. Not that I’d eat a brain cupcake, but I meant for the zombies. But then it’d only take so long before they’d perhaps clog on… if they can even do that. I suppose we could pretend to be zombies so they don’t go after us… but that’s a wee bit too risky. Oh so that was you. I didn’t mind at all. Sometimes, I’d be awake at 3am and hear the music. Caught myself singing along a few times… I didn’t just admit that. And I’ve been here for a bit over a month now. Moved in around New Years Eve. I know, a bit random and a hectic time to move in but still! How about you?”
“Hey...hey I didn’t tell you to become a criminal in this metaphorical situation. No passing the blame onto me. You were supposed to be rich enough to purchase it for me legally. Ohhh you have trouble saying no? Shouldn’t have told me that Dougie anytime I need help with something heavy I’ll be heading your way with cookies all “Pleeeease help?” This is true, half the police force will be zombified...and then we’ll just have to take their weapons. Right? Brain cupcakes are a brilliant idea. I’m going to save our lives so many times. Well if The Walking Dead is any indicator, we can cover ourselves in their zombie guts and the smell will mask our alive scent. Yeah....yeah that was me. Glad you didn’t hate the music...late nights I tend to get into the mood for electropop and club music. Next time you should come up. Where there is music in my apartment there are also usually cupcakes. I don’t know...New Years is about fresh starts...isn’t it? That seems like a perfect moving time. I’ve been here since early November...a little over three months now. At least here in these apartments. I’ve lived in Denver all my life.”
I never could fathom why the drinking age in america was so high. You’ve already pointed out that at 18 you’re given so many adult responsibilities why not the adult fun?
You got me. I guess they figure...kids don’t fuck up voting...and in the military they’ve got people to keep them in line. But drinking legally, that’s like giving them a bomb and letting them run around wildly with no supervision. Psychologists say the human brain isn’t done forming till the mid 20′s...and the last bit of the brain to finish up is the part of our brains that handle judgement and executive functioning.
Elliot pouted a bit. “But getting a shirt would mean going all the way back to the eight and I feel too lazy to do such thing. I guess I have to stay in the lobby then.”
Skyler gave an understanding nod, using this as an excuse to pat the man’s shoulder. “I understand friend, I too get bit by the lazy bug quite often. You could still have fun in the lobby though. Strike a dramatic pose every time the door opens and a new person comes in.”
Olyver was rather sure the girl didn’t even hear him because of her earphones, but for his surprise she did stop and look at him. Oly looked at the puddle and then back to her and clearly that helped since she noticed the puddle too. Oly nodded at the thank you and looked at her shoes. “Watch your steps if you’re heading out. The streets are rather icy.”
Skyler frowned, looking down at her pumps, which would not do well on the icy streets at all. Her good ice friendly boots were still drying out from the day before. “Thanks for the heads up,” she murmured, glancing at the outside world through the lobby windows. “I guess I don’t need doritos that bad.”
I don’t even really understand the appeal the hangover isn’t worth it.
The one time I was hungover it honestly felt like having the flu. I never want to do that to myself again.
“Alcohol just makes some things more fun, but you can have plenty of fun without it, no one ever said it’s necessary. Me? I enjoy a glass of whiskey or the like whenever I go out, my wife likes wine. No one is forcing you to get shit faced everytime you head out to a bar.”
“Ah but my friends are trying to bully me into getting shitfaced every time we head out to the bar. That’s the problem. I need better bar buddies.”
“Well of course, I mean the more you do it, the more it loses it’s special attraction, it’s no longer special, but it’s okay, but you’d never forget that exciting first time, right? Wow, that sounded like total fun, when was your birthday?”
“It was January 30th...and people still think I should be taking them out drinking every night. I’m left shaking my head and going “Guys...my birthday week is over...I have to go be around hot ovens, I can’t be in a perpetual state of buzzed.”
“Yay, cookies!” Harley quickly opened the container and shoved one in her mouth, looking down at Luke who was currently begging for food. “No, puppy. You can’t have cookies.”
Skyler gave the pup a gentle nudging. “You act like I never feed you...which is a bold faced lie. Plus these cookies would make you sit.” Luke lowered his head, pouting as he curled up between the two girls. “So you’re seeing this Cole guy again tonight. What are you going to wear?”
