Chapter 19

Squabbles

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"So, that's one vegetarian stir-fry, one tofu fried rice, and steamed red bean buns," Cerise recapped, tapping her notebook.

"Yep."

"Okay," she moved to enter the order in a screen imbedded in the wall, which would directly go to the kitchen.

The orient-inspired restaraunt was in one of its busy hours. The walls were crimson and lined with Japanese screen windows. Red paper lanterns dangled over sturdy bamboo tables and chairs. Cerise waved to Rosa as the other waitress draped the white tablecloths over the other tables.

"Cerise! Good to see you, hun!" Marcia, the large-bodied manager exclaimed in her ever-motherly tone. She leaned forward to give the girl a hug. "How's your week going?"

"Not too good," Cerise confessed, as no one ever beat around the bush with Marcia. "But I think it'll get better…"

"Let's hope so, darl," the manager responded sympathetically. "Excuse me, dearie. I must go." And she dashed off, waving her clipboard.

The brunette waitress smiled after her. Marcia did help her forget some of her worries, at least for now. Cerise heard the bell ring - which meant someone had arrived. She strolled to the door and welcomed them in. "Table for five? Right this way please."

It was a busy night. Most of the diners had disappeared after eight, and silence once again filled the homey building. Cerise's ears perked up as the bell jingled. It seemed odd that someone would arrive after eight, but she didn't complain. She only went to the door and welcomed them in.

"Cerise! Good to see you!" Reece grinned. "Didn't expect to see you here!"

"Me neither," she answered, and returned his smile.

"I'm only here to see my sister - she runs this restaraunt," he continued.

Cerise was surprised to hear Marcia was related to Reece, and wondered why she was stupid enough not to realise they had the same surname - Fallashe.

"You want a table?" she asked after a while.

"Eh, why the hell not."

So she sat him down at a table for one.

Marcia glided in and the siblings exchanged some dialouge. (Including Marcia's remark, "you look like a homeless loner in this restaraunt.") Then she glided away, and Reece stayed there to stare into space for a few minutes.

"I'd better go now. Sorry I couldn't talk with you, Cerise," he said, standing up and moving towards the door.

"Wait!"

He waited.

"Uh…I'll walk you out. I haven't seen you in ages," Cerise stammered, flustered. She would not admit she missed him.

Reece laughed. "Oh, how the tables have turned. A lady escorting a gentleman out…isn't it supposed to be the other way around?"

"That's sexism."

"That's chivalry."

"You're an idiot."

"Likewise."

Cerise rolled her eyes. "Hey, I need to ask you something," she added. When he waited for her to continue, she sighed. "Um…so Briar's holding a farewell party for Raven next Wednesday…"

"HOLY SHIT! Raven's dead?!" Reece shouted.

"Farewell party, not a funeral," Cerise answered. "And if you must know, it's because Rae and Dex and going off to Paris for some couple-y getaway."

"Oh, Paris! City of romance! City of dreams! City of fame and fortune! City of…pigeons! City of…lamp posts! City of baugettes!"

"Will you let me finish?" Cerise sighed. "Anyway, she said I could take a dude…so you wanna come?"

Reece contemplated for a couple of seconds. "Is it…a date? Are you asking me out? A girl to a guy? Oh, how the tables have turned."

"That's sexist - oh sorry, CHIVALRIC," she teased. "And no, it's not. Unless you want it be, because…I…I don't mind dating losers."

"Then I can't date you then, because 'loser' is far from the excellence that is me," he joked.

"Oh, hardee-har-har," the brunette said sarcastically. "If 'loser' is far from your personality, I'm guessing 'humble' is even further…so is that a yes?"

"Definetely. I mean…"

"CERISE, MY LOVE!" came an obnoxious voice from behind her. She didn't need to turn around to know it was the self-absorbed ex-stripper. Reece looked quite unimpressed with the blonde's dramatic ordeal.

"Do you stalk me or what?" Cerise demanded, turning to the radiant man.

"No, my darling wolf cub! It's a mere coincidence!" Daring protested, looking reading to fall on his knees and beg if he needed.

"Then is it also a coincidence that you're holding red roses and a shirt that says, 'Forgive me'?" she deadpanned.

"Leave her alone, man," Reece frowned.

"What do you have to say about this, you son of a bitch?" Daring snarled.

Cerise huffed and stormed back in the restaraunt.

"Just you and me now, ex-stripper," Reece growled.

"Your number of good traits is the same as the number of girls who like you…that is, none," the blonde sneered.

"If your face was as hideous as your personality, you'd send people running for the hills!" the insulted man shot back.

"Your voice is like a drunk motivational speaker who's mother fucked a donkey to give birth to!"

"Well, your's is the one of a twelve-year-old pervert trying to hit puberty using autotune!"

"Everything about you is so disgusting that you almost got taken out with the rubbish!"

"Your hair is the colour of frozen centipede urine that has been licked by prostitutes!"

"You're actually quite pretty…pretty much a bastard, that is."

"The only reason why you passed your english classes is because you learnt vocab by reading Playboy magazines!"

"You're so ugly, you put Jabba the Hutt to shame!"

"Oh, I'm sure you'd like to be him…dressing girls in skimpy outfits seems like your thing."

"You have no chance with Cerise when she sees the perfection of me!"

"She'd have to be blind or mentally disabled to see that…probably both!"

"You are a foolish, unthoughtful piece of scum that makes dog shit seem like the holiest thing on earth!"

"Everything about you screams 'idiot', which is why you ended up dry-humping a slut to live!"

"You have the personality of a brick wall…a brick wall that's been raised up by goose prostitutes, that is."

"Funny, I was going to say the same thing…great minds think alike! Oh wait, you don't even have a mind, let alone a great one. And you seem to have a fair knowledge about prositutes!"

"Your mind is dirtier than a white dirt magnet!"

"Dirt magnets aren't a thing…well strip clubs, you mean…"

"You work at one, numb-headed toilet bowl!"

"I was only announcing the acts, you little fuckboy! Unlike you!"

"You have the heart of an abused warthog and the brain of a depressed elephant!"

"I'm guessing you abused the warthog, and made the elephant depressed? Seeing I hang around you for Cerise's sake I'm not surprised you described me like that…"

"You think you're so smart, but only because no one would dare correct you in case you look at them…they'd have nightmares for eternity!" Daring practically screamed.

They glared at each other for a long time because the blonde stomped to his Mercedes, slammed the door, and stuck his middle finger out at Reece while he drived away. Reece scoffed as he climbed into his own car, pretending Daring's insults didn't hurt that deep.

—

Briar and Hopper were having some 'Romantic Couple Time' - that is, watching romantic movies and dissing the cliche plotline.

Hopper was professional romantic (as announced by two people - Briar and himself) and commented heartlessly on the main characters' decisions. Briar liked offending Hollywood, and she took this chance to eat as much popcorn as she possibly could.

"He's adopted and he's avoiding Shirley? That's pretty freaking ridiculous! It's not like she killed his real parents or anything!" Hopper tsked. "Oh, and— oh! That relationship—that relationship's over." He flopped back as Briar nodded in agreement.

"But wait! I know this will happen! I know!" the brunette cried. "Listen…'oh, Shirley, I didn't mean to cheat on you…' Didn't mean it my ass! girls are getting dumber these days!" On-screen Shirley and Jack made out.

"Listen to your friends, idiot! Avoid that sick excuse of a boyfriend!" Hopper shouted, before mimicing on-screen Shirley's voice, "'But I lurve him! You don't know him like I do!' What a bozo. What a blind, batty, lovesick fool."

After another round of scolding more characters, they picked Grease to watch next…because Briar liked the songs and Hopper liked insulting Danny Zuko for being a "shitty excuse of a human being", among other things.

As Danny sang about Sandy getting 'friendly there, down in the sand', Hopper started to tut. "Friendly my ass! Not every girl just knows how to have sex, you know! And your haircut is absolutely disgusting!"

The film continued to be criticised by Hopper, while Briar sang along to every song she knew. Which was every song in the movie.

"No! You don't deserve a bag of bad-boy scum like him! Step away from him young lady! NOOOO!"

"We go together like rama lama lama ka ding a da ding a dong! Remembered forever like shoo boop sha wada wada yippity boom de boom! Chang chang, changity chang shoo bop, that's the way it should be-e! Wah-ooh, YEAH!" Briar screamed at the top of her lungs. And nobody stopped her because this was what the two did on their 'Couple-y nights'.

—

"Humphrey, I want to ask you out on a date," Maddie said suddenly at one of their meetings. "Briar is holding a private party and she asked each of us to bring a guy along."

"Me? Why me?" he asked, startled.

Maddie took a step closer. "You're like water to my tea leaves, Humphrey. You complete me and make me clearer and easier to bear. Everything about you in warm, comforting, and you give me more energy. You seem boring at first but you're actually sweet if people get to know you better and concentrate on you. And also - I think you're really hot."

"Really?" Humphrey said. "Because…I think you're wonderful."

She cocked her head like she didn't understand.

"Okay…" he sighed and decided to speak in her language. "You're the tea leaves to my water. You make me and life so much more interesting and energising. You add flavour and passion to everything you say and do. You have so many wonderful and different traits. And I think you're the sweetest and most interesting person I've ever met."

"Oh. Thank you," Madeline said, and for the first time she actually blushed. It was nice feeling, she thought.

So then they realised that they were indeed perfect for each other.

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