Page 41 of Waiting For Fate

Tay

Guy would be losing his eyeballs one way or another.

Ruby

Possible assault charges.

Shane

Yeah, he wouldn’t have a job or the ability to see anything for much longer.

Lauren

Why am I here for this?

Me

See, that’s what I thought. SOME kind of reaction other than saying “of course he’s looking because you’re beautiful”

Me

Lauren–Because I wasn’t going to start a whole other group chat just because it was a relational question. Duh.

Lauren

Fine. Also, barf. The least he could do is throat punch him.

Shane

He actually said that?

Tay

We already know Tucker isn’t afraid to break someone’s bones over unwelcome flirting. Let us know if you need back up.

Ruby

I mean, even Hendrix would say some shit to that guy. What a wank.

Me

Thank you, counsel. Going back before he thinks I’m taking a shit or crawling out the window or something.

Well, at least I’m not crazy to think he should have had at least a bit more of a reaction to the way our waiter was acting.

“I can’t tell you guys how thankful I am that we moved girls night up this week, I couldn’t wait ‘til Friday to pour it out,” Lauren says, pouring a gracious serving of Shane’s famous margaritas into her glass.

“I hear that. I’m still not over my catastrophic date Monday night.” I roll my eyes, earning disapproving grumbles from some of the other girls.

“Did I tell you guys that Zander and Tana are sleeping together now?” Taylor joins in. Shane gasps dramatically from her end of the island.

“TOENAILS?! Shut the fuck up.”

“Yes, toenails. I don’t know whether or not they deserve each other or if I should still do her a solid and warn her,” Taylor snickers into her drink.

“Shit, let it play out and then bring the good popcorn when you tell us about it. We all know that girl can’t keep her mouth shut about her personal life,” Ruby says.

Tana lived with Taylor for a very short period of time before Shane moved back to town a few years ago and was one of the nastiest humans to ever rent a room from anyone—at least that’s what Taylor tells us. Going as far as clipping her toenails in the kitchen.

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