"Lucy please let me introduce you to this guy, you will love him!" Cana pleaded with the blonde, practically begging on her knees save for the whole 'begging on her knees' part.
"I don't know, Cana, that's a bit much... Meeting some random guy? It's just... I don't know..." Lucy wrung her hands together nervously at the thought of meeting a complete stranger let alone going on a date with them.
"But he's not some random guy! I have class with him! I've talked to him before that's why I know he's so perfect for you!" Cana reasoned and Lucy sighed.
"That's not really in my comfort zone..."
"What is in your comfort zone? When was the last time you went on a date, Lucy? I'm just trying to get you some di-" Lucy cut her friend off before she could go full on vulgar-Cana on her.
"I'm not really sure that I want to meet someone right now... And what makes you think that he's so perfect for me?"
"At least take his phone number." Cana insisted, snatching Lucy's phone out of her hands and quickly tapping away at the screen after looking up the guy's number. " And what makes me think that you'll love him is because that he's totally your type." Cana smirked and Lucy quirked a brow at her.
"Oh, and what is my type?" Lucy questioned, snatching her phone back after Cana was done assaulting it. Lucy leaned back on her bed where the girls were seated. Cana had come back to Lucy's apartment with her after class, the brunette insisted that Lucy have a drink or two with her to celebrate the weekend. What was Lucy to do, the girl didn't take no for an answer so, there she was, glass of wine in hand and Cana pestering her about boys.
"Bad boys." Cana stated simply, swilling back her glass well before Lucy had even reached the halfway point on hers. "You totally have a thing for them, don't deny it." Lucy blushed slightly; it was true in a way. Lucy did like the occasional outcast, maybe ones with messy hair and tired eyes, the ones that had bruises from fights or working out- it was a thrill to her because she was just the opposite. Born and raised in the pampered life, made to be proper and to keep up appearances. Sure, she had left that right as she turned eighteen, much to her father's chagrin, but what did she care what he thought.
"Th-that's not..." Lucy began and Cana rolled her eyes and groaned.
"Oh my god, don't deny it! Okay, listen up. This guy is fucking hot as hell, trust me." Cana nodded eagerly. Lucy usually took Cana's word for gold; the girl had a knack for picking out the most attractive guys and girls. It was a gift. "He's got the messy hair, tattoo sleeves on both, that's right, botharms, and oh my god, Lucy, his voice is so sexy!"
"Are you sure you don't want to date him?" Lucy chuckled and Cana blanched.
"Hell no! One, he's not my type- too much of a boy and too much lack of boobies. Two, the moment I met this kid I was like 'Lucy needs his dick', dude!"
"Cana!" Lucy protested in embarrassment and Cana laughed pouring herself another glass of wine.
"He does martial arts, well, something along those lines, and has the muscles to prove it. He plays soccer for the school team, and a couple facial piercings, I might add, which I didn't think would be attractive, but he pulls them off well." Cana tapped a finger on her chin in thought, swishing the wine in her glass around. "But why am I telling you this all, you should get to know him! At least text him." Cana urged and Lucy looked down at her phone. Cana had put the guy's number in under the name Natsu.
"Hm, I don't know." Lucy bit her lip and then sipped her drink carefully.
"Well, I already told him you'd text him so, get to it." Cana informed her and Lucy glared at her friend.
"Why would you do that?!" Lucy exclaimed and Cana snickered.
"Because, I was telling him about you and he seemed to think that you were cool."
"And what exactly did you tell him about me?" Lucy asked slowly and Cana simpered.
"I told him you had big tits." Lucy choked on her drink and Cana cackled madly. "Relax, uptight, I just told him a little bit about you. Though I did mention your boobies, heh. But that's not up to me, you should shoot him a message." Lucy groaned and glanced back down at her phone, the bed moving as she shifted her weight. "Look, I gotta go, but let me know how it goes, kay?" Lucy gave her fiercest glare up at Cana as she got up to leave Lucy's apartment, and Cana just laughed it off, patted Lucy's head, and closed the door behind her. Lucy sighed, finished off what was left of her wine, and stared up at her ceiling for a few minutes. Her dog, Plue, jumped up on her bed and curled up, looking curiously at her. Lucy sighed again and picked up her phone, eyeing Natsu's name in her contacts. Her head had started to feel light even though she had only had two glasses of wine; damn Cana, she knew wine went straight through her. Wine made her giggly and flirty and caused her trouble if she had too much. This time, the trouble it caused was the fact that Lucy was actually typing out a message to this mystery guy.
Hey, sorry if this is weird, but I think you know my friend, Cana. She told me to text you... So, yeah. Sorry, I'm Lucy.