The Punk and the Snark (Pt. 7)
After putting it off for several days through stonewalling tactics, Daria had been forced to relent and conceded to Helen's demands to meet her first official boyfriend.
Then through a minor miracle her boss called and said that the settlement for the Paperpusher Mills Case was falling through.
Daria could smell the workload already.
So she used the other line to call Bob and told him he was off the hook, for now.
"But Jane and Tom are heading to TattooCon this weekend, and she's meeting his friends from Fielding for the first time." Daria told him nestled in the comfort and safety of her padded room.
"Heh," Bob laughed, "I didn't see you as the type for tats or piercings."
"I'm not," Daria said with a cringe while rubbing her belly and the hole from her failed piercing, "But I figure this could count as a double date."
"And a chance to hang with Jane and mock all new people in a whole new setting." Bob finished from his own room, a space with dark blue walls that could barely be seen through the countless posters.
"You've got me pegged." Daria admitted, a throaty chuckle afterward had Bob's blood pumping.
"Yes ma'am," Bob answered, "Well I'm looking forward to seeing rich kids freaking out over seeing all the unwashed masses and their uncouth behavior."
Daria's smirk could be felt in her tones, "Cool, see you later Bob."
"Yeah Daria, see ya."
Click!