I yawned widely while sitting up. Quick look around and I was already regretting agreeing to sleep with… this dude still sleeping next to me.
Looking at this boring guys face I sighed. How did I, a genius with over 200 IQ ended up working at some crappy gay bar and sleeping with random, not even slightly good looking men?
Ah, yes. My sister.
Yawning once again I got out of bed and started looking for my clothes, suddenly happy with how little actually important things I was taking with me to work. Only my ID and little bit of money. Rest of my things was in HER apartment.
I wasn't even trying to not wake the guy up. I didn't care what he'd think if he woke up with me gone or if he saw me leave. I didn't even remember his name, or if he even told me it. It didn't matter.
What mattered was fact that I couldn't find my pants…
"Leaving already?" even his voice wasn't nice. What a bummer. And I let him fuck me? I hit a rock bottom with this one.
"Where are my pants?" I asked ignoring his question. It was obvious what I was doing.
"Have you checked rest of the house, can be..."
"Yes." I interrupted finding them under the bed. I had no idea how they ended there. Both my wallet and cigarettes were still there. In left back pocket. Lighter was in the right one.
Finally completely dressed I turned to leave this shitty place.
"No good bye kiss? Can I at..." he tried asking.
"No. I don't do relationships." I said briefly stopping. "And I usually don't sleep more than once with the same guy." I added and left, making sure to slam the door as loudly as I could.
I didn't need to wait long for neighbours to scream about noise.
It was a shittiest morning in history of my shitty mornings.
"What a way to start a day." I muttered lighting a cigarette and slowly walking in general direction of my dear twin sisters apartment, where she gracefully is letting me stay till I find my own place. At least this was what she was telling me every fucking morning.
…
Entering the apartment I instantly heard shuffling coming from the kitchen. She was home…
"Dipper? Where the hell have you been?!" loud shouting reached me as I was taking my shoes off.
"Nowhere important." I said stretching. I really needed a proper nap.
"Sleeping with some random guy again?" and there she was. My lovely and usually accepting every flaw one could have, twin sister Mabel Pines. Fashion designings discovery of the year. "You really need to find proper work instead of this bar-tending…."
And at this point I stopped listening to her.
How come she hates fact that I like guys? Well long story short guy she liked fell in love with me and asked me out. I not knowing she likes him accepted it. When he came pick me up… let's say she wasn't happy. And ever since, for three years, she was trying to 'fix' me by setting me up for dates with her friends.
"Are you even listening to me?" she asked pinching my cheek. "Candy is coming over in like hour..."
"I'm taking a nap." I declared yawning.
"Dipper!" Mabel shouted after me. "I'm not done yet!"
I took few deep breath and turned to her. "I would get another work, I'm looking but..."
"'Mindscape's' chef is looking for new secretary. One year there and any newspaper will accept you." Mabel informed giving me a leaflet. "Think about it." she said and left me alone.
With a sigh I went to my room.
It wasn't big, after remaking second bedroom to a workshop just old office was left. Not that I needed or wanted to stay here in the first place. I could always rent some crappy one room apartment. But she said 'no, you'll be living with me' and here I am, she, I and Waddles, her pig.
"Get off my bed." I muttered poking the pig. Giving me annoyed oink pig left to get it's 'mother' to feed him.
With mild interest I looked at paper Mabel gave me earlier. Looking at the requirements I shrugged. I never really cared about fashion but finished journalism at fashion oriented university…
Nap was still more important, and interview was tomorrow at 12 anyway. And I still got work this evening.
After changing to pair of grey sweatpants I stretched once again and went to sleep in my a little to little bed. I fell asleep almost instantly.
…
I was woken up by hunger and excited female voices coming from the kitchen. Got to be Mabel and Candy. Sighing I lied a little in my bed wondering why I decided to live with Mabel after all those years.
It started when we were fourteen. My achievements stopped impressing anyone, being the best was expected from me so I tried my best to be a bit less good. It didn't work, I couldn't hold back my own intelligence.
As I was struggling with this and my sexuality, Mabel was slowly gaining respect with her designs. Then Mabel developed certain… dependence on me. And Scott happened, and Mabel, usually loving everyone developed dislike to homosexuals… or more like my homosexuality. But don't worry, we're still getting along, somehow...
Yawning I looked at my cigarettes. Mabel would be furious if I smoked inside. She even went as far as saying that if I lived alone my house would look like some dragons den.
As my stomach growled again I stood up and slowly walked to the kitchen.
Mabel and Candy occupied dinning table talking about this 'Mindscape' magazines head redactor looking for secretary. They both gave me a weird look to which I responded with smile as wide as I could.
"I'm here just for food." I informed walking to the fridge.
"Can you at least wear a shirt?" Mabel asked me as Candy was staring at my tattoos.
Thick lined Latin words and occult marks. Only signs of old me who was interested in supernatural and stuff. Finding some Chinese food I ordered couple of days ago I decided to just reheat it. I wouldn't get fat anyway, one of few perks of being me.
"Dipper, are you free tonight?" Mabel asked, with that voice… She was trying to set me up a date, with Candy no less. It's be her third try.
"I'm working." I muttered back sitting myself by breakfast bar. Mabels house was far too fancy for me. And filled with her 'tools' and half finished designs.
"Oh, yeah… So, what will you do about the interview?" Mabel asked me. I know she cares, despite her obvious dislike to certain characteristics of mine. But I'm the dumb one, it was me who had to change universities. Let's forget that the reason was Mabel missing me, barely able to function…
I wonder how she'll handle me moving out?
Not good I assume. But at some point we have to separate, and besides this, we have been growing apart this last three weeks.
"I will go and see it, but I'm not sure if they'll accept me. I know nothing about fashion. And, no, I'm not wearing your designs for the interview or to work if I get it. They aren't even sold yet." I responded poking my chicken curry with chopsticks. If it even is curry and chicken…
Before she had a chance to react my phone buzzed. "We're having cross-dressing night" message on screen told me. I hold back curse. Mabel hated cursing.
"I'm going to need a dress." I said more to myself than Mabel or Candy.
"What for?" my dear twin asked.
"Work. Boss decided to put everyone in drag. Dancers will have their costumes provided but bartenders have to get it themselves. As always." I explained, already wondering where I could find dress that would fit me.
"I might have something… But you'll have to tell anyone who asks that it is my design." Mabel offered. I heard her chair move and then sound of bare feet on the hard, wooden floor.
She was back soon, carrying dark blue, sparkling dress. Just looking at it I knew it wouldn't look good on a girl.
"Try it on." she said giving me the thing.
"I'm eating" I protested, but she wasn't listening. She wanted me to try it NOW, so I did.
Sighing with resignation I showered and put on the dress. It fit me surprisingly well.
Mabel thought so too, Candy left while I was showering.
"I feel weird," I share my thoughts. The dress barely reached my knees and was weirdly fitting. "Mabel, please tell me you didn't do it just for me." I whined.
"I didn't, but you look great in it." She smiled at me.
"Sister, dearest. Are you saying that I look like a girl?" I asked, feeling slightly hurt.
"We are twins, bro. We look quite similar." she shrugged. "Just one more thing before I have to leave for my interview – please take it off before sex." she added and left.
Alone with just a pig I took one more look at myself. At least she didn't make me wear high heels, I'd kill myself. This flat whatever they are called, ballerina or whatever shoes in exactly the same shade of blue were at least comfortable…
And with two hours left till opening of the club I hurried with collecting my things, grateful that Mabel provided small handbag fitting the dress.