Prompt: Meenah (spades) Roxy, a classy restaurant.


How they got to the restaurant, Roxy can't remember. She is very, very drunk, and so is Meenah, and how they managed to get into such a nice place in this state is uncertain, but somehow they're sitting at a table for two in the patio, under a beautiful, starry sky, which feels somehow unsuitable.

"Fish is great," Meenah slurs, holding yet another cup of wine in her hand that Roxy suspects is being paid for with her credit card. At least, that's what Meenah thinks – having gotten into the swing of this kismesis thing by now, Roxy switched their credit cards before they went out drinking, so when Meenah swiped her card, it would be her own she was paying with. "You're great. I fuckin' love to hate you, you beautiful bitch."

Roxy simply smiles and sips at her drink. "I love to hate you too, Meenah."

"That? What was awful. That was a terrible catch. You're sappy as fuck. Sometimes I can't bereef how I put up with you." Meenah grins that wide, shark-toothed grin of hers. "And then I remember the sex. Man, that makes up for everyfin. It shore does."

When Meenah's drunk, Roxy's noticed, her fish puns get out of control. She wonders where the waiters are, then figures they're probably avoiding them. She doesn't blame them.

"So what now?" she says.

"We clamscray our way on outta here," Meenah says. "Been a great hatedate, Roxy! You're paying."

And then she flips the table onto her.

When Roxy wakes up, the manager is standing over her with a vaguely worried expression, though whether he's worried about her or the damages is anyone's guess. "Are you ok, miss?"

She wakes him away. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about the damage, I'll cover it, whatever it is."

She takes out Meenah's credit card – only to discover that it is her credit card, with a note attached. "Nice try, SUCK-ERFIS)(!"

Siiigh.