“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”
Malika's brain spins the story around in her head over and over while her hands do the same to a glass on the table. She hiccups a few times and then tells the tale:
"So. Hiccup. Heh. Met her at the Gold Saucer. Total babe. A knockout. Like… like whoa. Styled, bright red hair. These… zese… fuckin' green eyes. They looked like they saw everything. In this reality and all others! She was- hiccup- fuck. Poised, dignified, and gorgeous. And mean as hell! Didn't tolerate any mind games while she played her card games. She was heh heh godsdamned serious. Hated people who didn't take the game seriously.
And me? Me? I don't take anything seriously at all. I knew she'd hate me more than anyone she'd ever met. How could I resist!? Couldn't! Temptation is a… fuck. Whatever the idiom is. Hiccup.
I joined her table and was like "Blah blah blah blah blah!" Talked non-stop! Knew she preferred quiet. Pretended not to know the games. "Can you explain again? Sorry!" So her time would be… would be wasted, you know? As the dealer explained the rules. And then? Ha! I'd do stremely- ex… ex streme… stremely well, whatever, just so she'd know I'd lied about not getting it. I don't know why I gotta– why I need to be an asshole to serious people, I dunno. But oh gods, oh fuck do I. I really do.
Anticipated the slam against the wall when the games were over. And! And I anticipated her growled insults, "You– you obnoxious, wretched, wretched, you lying fucking… fucking clown–".
I did NOT expect her to kiss me immediately after! Or the passion with which she did so. Fuck. I certainly didn't expect how into it I got. Or that she got. That we got. Or… fuck. It's hot in here. Ahem. Hiccup.
Listen, lisssen. I love surprises. Nothing gets me going like a good surprise. And this was a good one! Closed my eyes? Boom. Boom! World disappeared. It was just me. And Her. And this fucking kiss…
Whoops. Fatal error. Bzzzt!! See, turned out she was a thief too. Her eyes, the ones that saw ev-ery-thing? They saw my shoulder bag. An how to get into it. One hand? Pinning me sexily against the wall. Other hand? Stole an item from my bag that I had just stolen bells earlier for a job.
Why did I take it to the Gold Saucer and not straight to the boss? Uh. Fuck me! I don't fucking know! It was dangerous and stupid to go to the Saucer first. A pointless risk. That's– that's prolly why I did it.
I didn't notice it missing right away. The kiss ended and she stormed away. Her heels echoing through the halls like boom! Boom! Boom! Loudly as my heart in my chest.
My boss at the time? Real angry, violent, vindictive son of a bitch. I couldn't go back without the item. So I stalked her home. I broke in. I got caught… But!! I also eventually got away. With the item for the boss. And a stolen trinket for myself as well."
Malika smirks, eyes twinkling with the memory. "Awkward? Yes. Worth it? Heh. oh… oh Absofuckinglutely."