#thestingingwasp

[normallyxstrange]

@thestingingwasp || cont. from here

     A sharp wave of embarrassment washed over her. Damn, had she been so absorbed in herself and that atmosphere that she hadn’t even noticed the bartender was blind? Apparently so. A little half laugh came out, stifled with a clearing of her throat. “Well,” she began, drawing the word out long, “I’m sure they’ll get the idea I ain’t interested, whoever it is.” Maybe not so much the fact she didn’t drink alcohol, but whatever.

     As the bartender went on, she glanced around, trying to spot the fella or gal who’d ordered the drink for her. Catching no obvious stares, Anne shrugged it off and returned her full attention to him. The joke, while not the funniest she’d heard, did draw a faint smile and an even fainter chuckle. “Good. I was worried for a second. Hate to see good booze go to waste.” And that was the sad, sad truth. For a second, she looked longingly at the drink as he drew it away then took a deep breath.

       “Ooh,” she said as she exhaled and leaned back. “Mind getting me a refill of ginger ale?

[indisguisesnooneknows]

Big Dreams, Gangster.

Kellin Masters

Prompt: “I accidentally Super Swiped on you because I panicked and now I don’t know what to do.”

So he’d been out of the game for awhile. His last relationship had gone nowhere especially after explaining that he was a virgin in every single way. It had hurt, but after whining at his twin sister Mackenzie about it she’d shown him the beauty of Tinder.

“Swipe left means no, swipe right means yes. Add some pictures and some lil blurb about yourself and it’s a great way to meet people!”

So that was exactly what he’d set out to do. He added some okay pictures of himself, added his two truths and a lie (I have an anxiety disorder, I can start a dead battery in a car with a snap of my fingers, and I’m kind of a player), and started to swipe back and forth. He didn’t really have a type as far as he knew and it showed in all of the different people he’d been swiping on.

Walking down the street in his own little world on his way to work, Kelly swiped up on his screen to change his music and a pop up came up saying that he’d... swiped swiped on someone?

What had he done? What had his sister gotten him into? What on earth was a super like and why was it notifying the other party of it? Oh no. No.

He laughed anxiously at himself and instantly turned off the screen of his phone, shoving it in his pocket and pretending that he’d never touched the app in the first place, suffering through the current song choice because he didn’t want to look at the device that was causing himself embarrassment.

Great.