I Never Liked That Colour
White. Some may describe it as a colour, others as a shade. For crying out loud, if you can find it in a box a crayons, its a friggin' colour. That idiot of a president needs to shut up about shades and poopy artsy stuff. Hell, I don't even care.
Yet here he is, in my bar, telling me that the colour white is a flipping shade.
I think I made him mad when I rolled my eyes and moved my hand in a talking motion.
"Who the hell cares but you, ShinRa?"
"Plenty care."
"Well, how can it be a stupid shade when you don't even colour it in when you want it to be white?"
Rufus' mouth opened and then closed. He arched his eyebrow and he sat down on the barstool. I groaned.
"I didn't say you could sit."
Rufus grinned as his eyes examined my black outfit. "Seems you like to wear a shade."
"Oh, shut up."
"You're like a chess piece."
"Oh, and you're not?"
"I didn't say I wasn't. But you know, white were always the good guys."
"There's a bit of irony for you."
I was seriously about to snap. I was having a conversation with the president of ShinRa, Inc. about colours and board games. A little more irony. I should be in the playground. Then I could beat the living snot out of him.
"You're awfully hostile."
"And you wonder why?"
Rufus smirked and his icy blue eyes flashed mischievously. I rolled my fiery red ones.
Aw, crap, for crying out loud. Another contrast.
"Are you quite done, president ShinRa?"
"I never really liked black."
"Never liked white myself."
"You're so childish."
"Sue me."
"I will."
I couldn't help but chuckle, knowing he was perfectly capable of doing so. I looked up and our eyes met.
And we both knew we were being stupid; that it wasn't really an argument at all.
We were getting to know each other.