so here was the problem: she loved them, but nico’s friends had fucking terrible taste. nico was looking forward to a chill night, a few drinks with friends while she regaled them all with stories of her latest tinder match gone wrong—something that happened often enough that even nico could admit she was the problem more than anything else, the way she got caught up in wanting and, more importantly, being wanted, only to move on sooner rather than later—but unfortunately, someone had invited maritza too.
here was the bigger problem: nico must have a masochistic streak somewhere, because when she got bored, maritza was a reliable source of entertainment. and, well. nico got bored a lot. call it a character flaw, but monotony made her want to climb the walls. maritza was the last person nico would’ve invited out tonight, but even a fight was more entertaining than just sitting around.
she’d been told multiple times that she was just making it worse, making things awkward for their mutual connections, that the best thing she could do was be the better person—but obviously, nico wasn’t going to do that. not when maritza made it so easy. nico pushed off the wall, addressing the whole group as she spoke. “anyone want a drink? not you,” she added, spinning to face maritza in particular. “i know you think i’d poison yours or something.”