Two Minutes in Hell
Why was she here. Oh, sweet dancing monkey Jesus on a cracker, why did she agree to this? Somewhere, there was an angry God (or god, demi-god or goddess- who knew what pantheon she'd pissed off!) laughing at Adri's latest bad decision.
Speed dating.
Not just speed dating. The Internet ad for this event had said it was aimed at helping "mutants, aliens, magic-users and others with special abilities" find their "match." Part of her was actually hoping this was a supervillain trap of some kind. But so far, it was not showing any signs of being anything but what it said it was. It really was just a speed-dating night.
And what a long night it was going to be.
She sat at her table, like all the other women in the room, and waited for the awkwardness to start.
DING!
Speed dating.
Not just speed dating. The Internet ad for this event had said it was aimed at helping "mutants, aliens, magic-users and others with special abilities" find their "match." Part of her was actually hoping this was a supervillain trap of some kind. But so far, it was not showing any signs of being anything but what it said it was. It really was just a speed-dating night.
And what a long night it was going to be.
She sat at her table, like all the other women in the room, and waited for the awkwardness to start.
DING!