My Buddy has a Boyfriend!
Who: Iris and India
When: Tuesday Afternoon
Where: The Espresso Pump
Iris was sitting at a table in The Espresso Pump, sitting across from her friend India. The girl had been acting very excited today, so now Iris was dying to hear whatever good news the girl was about to burst with. "So, you've got to tell me what's making you act like this. Go ahead, and spill."
"Well, not to completely jump the gun and ruin everything...." For the first time since they'd met, India actually seemed HAPPY about something. "I very well might have a date for your wedding, that DOESN'T involve getting Kit drunk and telling him we're going to a nudie bar."
Iris nearly snorted out the mocha latte that she was drinking. "And how amusing would that be, another drunk man at my wedding?" She was already thinking of asigning Jack a designated partner for the event. "A date, though? Do spill. Where did you meet this guy? He got a name? What's he do?"
"His name is Angel, he's in Street Cleaning, he's gorgeous in a glowering, forehead-y kinda way, and we met while he was pseudo-stalking me at The Bronze." Yep. It allll came out in one long sentence.
"Whoa, slow down a bit," Iris said with a laugh. "You met a street cleaner who was pseudo-stalking you? Tell me a little more, and take breaths this time."
"Well." India took a deeeeeep breath, and grinned excitedly. "He's really handsome, but kinda quiet in a slightly creepy kinda way. And he was just... watching me dance. Like, with this intense stare men usually save for a nudie bar."
"That's...a little creepy. Did he give a reason why he was doing the stare down?" Iris asked her, taking another sip of her drink.
"I never asked for one. It was kinda obvious, really. He clearly has the social skills of a retarded chimp." India giggled and threw her head back a little. "It was so cute though."
Iris laughed. "Well, at least he thought you were hot, right?" She smiled at her. "So, a street cleaner? How exactly do you get a job like that, anyway? What's he like, other than socially retarded."
"His eyes could melt METAL, I'm telling you." She nodded intently. And his hair is kinda spikey, but he makes it work."
"Spiky hair? Sounds interesting." Still, if he caught India's eye, he must be cute enough to make up for it. "Intense eyes are always a plus, though."
"Enough about me and my cute stalker. How goes the wedding planning? Because girl... I have planned a wonderful bachelorette party for you."
"Wedding planning is going fine. I managed to haggle down a few vendors," Iris said with a grin. "So, we're not getting completely ripped off. What do you have planned for me, though?"
"Ohhhh... just me, you, a few of your friends, and more booze and music than you could imagine." India giggled there with a blush. "I talked to a few people who would know, and I was told that between the fact that a male stripper would NOT impress you after what you got waiting at home, and the fact that most of the people we know have perverted taste in gifts, that the best thing I could do is provide a place, the tunes, and lots of booze."
Iris laughed. "Most of the people we know are kind of perverted, aren't they?" Still, she loved her friends, even if they were a bit crazy. "I'm not much on strippers personally, but drinks and music do sound like a very good time."
"I would ask Kit what kind of stuff I should put together.... but I think his answer would scar me for life." She said with a bit of a sigh.
Iris shook her head. "From what you've told me, I wouldn't ask Kit...although most of the people I know wouldn't be any better."
"Don't worry... I'll make it one to remember." And she would. Granted, India usually partied about as hard as Steve Urkel, but still... damned if she wouldn't put together something great for her best friend.
"I'm not worried at all," Iris told her, and it was the truth. She trusted that India would throw her an awesome party without scaring her for life.
When: Tuesday Afternoon
Where: The Espresso Pump
Iris was sitting at a table in The Espresso Pump, sitting across from her friend India. The girl had been acting very excited today, so now Iris was dying to hear whatever good news the girl was about to burst with. "So, you've got to tell me what's making you act like this. Go ahead, and spill."
"Well, not to completely jump the gun and ruin everything...." For the first time since they'd met, India actually seemed HAPPY about something. "I very well might have a date for your wedding, that DOESN'T involve getting Kit drunk and telling him we're going to a nudie bar."
Iris nearly snorted out the mocha latte that she was drinking. "And how amusing would that be, another drunk man at my wedding?" She was already thinking of asigning Jack a designated partner for the event. "A date, though? Do spill. Where did you meet this guy? He got a name? What's he do?"
"His name is Angel, he's in Street Cleaning, he's gorgeous in a glowering, forehead-y kinda way, and we met while he was pseudo-stalking me at The Bronze." Yep. It allll came out in one long sentence.
"Whoa, slow down a bit," Iris said with a laugh. "You met a street cleaner who was pseudo-stalking you? Tell me a little more, and take breaths this time."
"Well." India took a deeeeeep breath, and grinned excitedly. "He's really handsome, but kinda quiet in a slightly creepy kinda way. And he was just... watching me dance. Like, with this intense stare men usually save for a nudie bar."
"That's...a little creepy. Did he give a reason why he was doing the stare down?" Iris asked her, taking another sip of her drink.
"I never asked for one. It was kinda obvious, really. He clearly has the social skills of a retarded chimp." India giggled and threw her head back a little. "It was so cute though."
Iris laughed. "Well, at least he thought you were hot, right?" She smiled at her. "So, a street cleaner? How exactly do you get a job like that, anyway? What's he like, other than socially retarded."
"His eyes could melt METAL, I'm telling you." She nodded intently. And his hair is kinda spikey, but he makes it work."
"Spiky hair? Sounds interesting." Still, if he caught India's eye, he must be cute enough to make up for it. "Intense eyes are always a plus, though."
"Enough about me and my cute stalker. How goes the wedding planning? Because girl... I have planned a wonderful bachelorette party for you."
"Wedding planning is going fine. I managed to haggle down a few vendors," Iris said with a grin. "So, we're not getting completely ripped off. What do you have planned for me, though?"
"Ohhhh... just me, you, a few of your friends, and more booze and music than you could imagine." India giggled there with a blush. "I talked to a few people who would know, and I was told that between the fact that a male stripper would NOT impress you after what you got waiting at home, and the fact that most of the people we know have perverted taste in gifts, that the best thing I could do is provide a place, the tunes, and lots of booze."
Iris laughed. "Most of the people we know are kind of perverted, aren't they?" Still, she loved her friends, even if they were a bit crazy. "I'm not much on strippers personally, but drinks and music do sound like a very good time."
"I would ask Kit what kind of stuff I should put together.... but I think his answer would scar me for life." She said with a bit of a sigh.
Iris shook her head. "From what you've told me, I wouldn't ask Kit...although most of the people I know wouldn't be any better."
"Don't worry... I'll make it one to remember." And she would. Granted, India usually partied about as hard as Steve Urkel, but still... damned if she wouldn't put together something great for her best friend.
"I'm not worried at all," Iris told her, and it was the truth. She trusted that India would throw her an awesome party without scaring her for life.