Girls' Night

It was ice cream and movie night with Megumi and Misao, and I kept telling myself to stay calm. They likely already knew about Kenshin and I, and if they didn't, I was sure it wouldn't come as a surprise to them. They'd screech a bit about why I hadn't told them sooner, but that was unavoidable at this point. It had already been six days since we'd made our relationship official and if I waited any longer, they'd move from screeching to straight out mutilation.

Swallowing loudly, I pulled out three bowls and three spoons, laying them neatly on the countertop just as a banging from the front door echoed through my apartment. I strode forward, intent on retaining a brave demeanor. My fingers fumbled with the lock for a moment before undoing it and pulling the door open. Misao tumbled inside, followed closely by Megumi. They both kicked off their shoes and sauntered inside, Misao going so far as to dance her way into the kitchen while Megumi poised herself along the countertop that divided the kitchen from the living room.

"You got cookies and cream, right?" Misao demanded.

"And risk you skinning me if I didn't?" I snorted. "Of course I got it. A huge tub just for you. And a tub of chocolate for you, Megumi."

"Smart girl," Megumi commented, and once she saw me pulling forth the tubs, she turned and made herself familiar with my television and Blu-ray player. "I got a comedy tonight."

"With four- count 'em- four gorgeous hunks," Misao sang, rummaging around my drawers for the ice cream scoop.

"That's right. One each for Misao and I, and two for you, Racoon."

"Wait- why two for me?" I asked, pausing just as a blob of ice cream dropped into Megumi's bowl.

"Because of the three of us, you're the only one male-deprived," Misao answered easily.

The delay between her words and my subsequent motion to continue scooping couldn't have been more than a second, but the youngest of us abandoned her ice cream and threw her hands around my biceps, effectively making me drop the scoop and whipping me around to face her. "WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"Something happened and you didn't tell us?" Megumi's voice was suddenly a lot closer, and then there were two pairs of eyes glowering at me critically. "How long has it been?"

"Her cheeks are still red," Misao commented, narrowing her eyes at me, "which means it hasn't been more than two weeks."

"But she's also not nearly as embarrassed as she would be if it had happened a few days ago," Megumi analyzed. "It's been between four and fourteen days."

"W-wait just a minute-" I tried, but they were already too focused to pay me any mind.

"She's blushing harder now, so definitely less than fourteen days. Plus, the last Night Out was last Thursday, so it would have had to have happened between then and now. I'd say it's between four and nine days."

"But she's not fidgeting as much. Look- her fingers are just clenched. If they were pulling at her shirt, I'd say four or five, but she's not that nervous. It's been between six and nine days."

"What the hell?!" I heard myself squeaking, far too alarmed at their magical ability to pinpoint with such accuracy.

"Look, Megs, we're right on the money!" Misao squealed and then reached out to pinch my cheeks. I floundered against her grasp, swatting my hands and making a face as soon as I pulled away. "Little deviant thought she could hide it from us!"

Within seconds, I was shoved into my couch and I felt a cold bowl of ice cream being dumped into my lap. In the time it took me to grasp the bowl to keep it vanilla from going everywhere, both of them had perched themselves on the coffee table in front of me, effectively trapping me.

Megumi's posture was perfect and her eyes narrowed as she began demanding answers. Misao had a front row seat to a show far more exciting than anything on tv, and she was happily licking her spoon as her eyes gleamed mirthfully.

"What makes you think anything happened?" I protested, but even as the words were leaving my lips, I felt my cheeks warming and knew it was futile.

"You forgot to deny it," Megumi deadpanned. "Now spill."

"Ugh… fine," I groused, latching onto my spoon and shoving it into the ice cream. It was only after savoring the first bite that I recounted everything relevant. "And then he asked me out and I said yes."

Misao started squealing and Megumi laughed as her lips pulled into a smirk strikingly reminiscent of a devious kitsune.

Well… at least the way devious kitsune smirked in manga.

"Finally," Misao breathed. "It only took you guys like three months longer than it should have."

"Three?" Megumi asked. "No. They were making eyes at each other way before that." Her eyes cut to me. "If you hadn't been so damn stubborn, you two would have gotten together within a month of meeting him. You two were made for each other."

"Mhmm," Misao agreed. "Probably the luckiest catch. Except for my delicious morsel."

"You two are insane," I told them, trying to drown my embarrassment in sugary sweetness.

"No. What's insane is that you're super red right now, which means you haven't told us everything. You clearly gave us the G-rated version. Now we're going to go back and you're going to give us the good bits."

"Oh, no I'm not!"

"We're not leaving until we're satisfied that you've told us everything. He's kissed you senseless by now, I imagine?"

"Well… yeah."

"YES!" Misao squealed giddily. "I KNEW HE WOULD MAKE YOUR KNEES MELT!"

Exhaling heavily, I handed my bowl to Megumi, who reflexively took it. Before either of them could stop me, I climbed over the back of the couch, and headed to the kitchen, careful to keep my gait slow. Any hint of escape would be met with swift retribution. I returned with a half-consumed bottle of wine and two glasses. Each glass made it to each of their hands and I crawled back over the couch. Neither of them questioned me as I drank deeply straight from the bottle. Then, I put the bottle between my crossed legs for safekeeping, retrieved my ice cream, and nodded for them to continue.

"Ok. Knee-melting first," Megumi moderated.

I didn't even have a chance to reply before Misao broke in excitedly. "OH! Then we're going to spend at least ten minutes on how he looks without a shirt!"

"I haven't seen him without a shirt!" I defended, which only made them grin at each other.

"Ohmygod… She's so cute!"

"This is way better than movie night. In fact, this is officially replacing movie night."

Kami help me, I thought, once again lifting the bottle to my lips.