Warning of the chapter: Mentions of RoChu, and ONE bad word.
"Thank you again, Francis." You said as you slipped on your jacket. You just dropped Alfred off to have a sleepover with Matthew, Francis being kind enough to give you (and Arthur unknowingly) a break. Francis smiled and waved it off. "Non, non, it's my pleasure! Now go, I'm tired of looking at your face." Francis joked.
"Okay, I guess me and my ugly face will just leave then." You said a goodbye to Alfred before going back to your car. Waiting inside was your two best friends, Feliks and Elizabeta (Liz for short). Feliks sat in the passenger seat while Liz bounced around in the back.
"It's been so long since we did this~!" She seemed to sing. "Yeah, we, like, never seem to go out anymore." The cross-dressing polish man added. You hummed in agreement, turning the keys to start the car.
After a few minutes of driving in silence, Liz whispered into your ear. "Guess what?"
"What?"
. . . . . .
"IT'S GIRLS NIGHT~~~~~!" Liz sang at the top of her lungs, shattering your eardrums. Feliks frowned at her. "You didn't mistake flour for cocaine this morning, did you?" Liz stared at Feliks with a blank expression. "No, why?" Feliks shrugged his shoulders. "No reason."
Yep. These are your friends. Gotta love 'em, though.
~Timeskip~
The three of you sat, bored out of your minds, at a table in Starbucks, not knowing what to do. Just when you were about to say something, Feliks said. "I think Toris is cheating on me." Count on Feliks to bring up something like that out of the blue.
"I think you mistook flour for cocaine." Liz said, not looking up from her drink. "Yeah, and who would he be cheating on you with anyway? The only other people he knows are his brothers." You added, looking at Feliks like he suddenly caught the stupids.
A conversation has been born.
"But what about that creep, Ivan? He seems to have it out for Tori." Feliks tried to reason. That would've kept the idea of Toris being a backstabber alive. . . if you weren't familiar with the Braginski-Wang family.
"Nuh-uh! Ivan's married and has five kids. Five! You gotta have a lot of balls to mess up a family like that." You took a gulp of coco before continuing. "His husband freakin' needs a medal for putting up with Ivan's bullshit. That, my friends, is what I call love."
"You got that right." Liz said, completely aware that the three of you are now gossiping about Toris' boss. "I heard that Ivan filled their bathtub with vodka and Yao beat him with a wok." The three of you laughed and launched into the telling of events you've heard from various sources about the odd couple (keeping the insults to a minimum, you're actually great friends with Yao).
After a while of babbling on, you decided to take the party back to your house and pretend to be the teenagers you used to be, jokingly of course. Teenagers are dumb as rocks (no offense). One explosion of rainbows and sparkles later, the night officially ended with you, Feliks, and Liz sleeping in odd yet comfortable positions in various parts of your room. Ain't nobody need no alcohol to act as stupid as the three of you.
I know that it's short, but it's all I got for now. I'm trying to move this along so I can get to the big parts.