"Why do I always date assholes?" Mako let her head tip over the back of the couch. Her dress was bunching, would probably wrinkle. She couldn't care.
"You left before the appetizer," Rei comforted. "It's not officially a date until the main course."
Mako's response was to fling her hands up.
"Screw him. We'll show them how dinner is done."
Mako didn't lift her head. "Yeah?"
"You didn't eat, you must be hungry. C'mon. I'll even let you pay," said Rei, helping Mako stand.
"How is this NOT dating an asshole?" Mako wondered aloud, and was still laughing by dessert.