(i'm on tumblr as gayrretthawke and on ao3 as Bruh, formerly Danes)
Wash sipped awkwardly at his beer as South glared out to the side, the rest of the table and their respective dates chattering loudly. It was their third date, all of them set in their large group of weirdo friends, but North wouldn't let her call it quits after the first one had obviously failed; he just /had/ to play matchmaker.
"So, uh... twins, huh? How long has that been going on?" Wash said after a long silence, cringing as her glare turned to him.
"I have to go," she finally muttered, grabbing her jacket and storming out of the bar. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by her ever watchful brother, who followed after her, calling her name.
"South! What the hell?!" he cried, grabbing her arm as soon as he caught up with her outside. "What's wrong with you? I thought you liked Wash?"
South let out an exasperated sigh and turned to him. "I do like him, I just- he's not type."
"Alright, then who is your type? York? Maine?" North gave her that signature puppy eyed look that made her want to slap him. "I just don't want to see you end up alone. Why don't you want to find a nice guy and settle down?"
"Maybe it's because I'm a big, fat, lesbian!"
The words echoed in the silence between them, South panting for air as North stared at her.
"Well," he finally said after a beat. "I owe York a blowjob then, it seems."