Notes

I finish up with my work for the day, even finishing some stuff for the day after. I power off the laptop and return it to my bag. I leave the bag in my office chair and I go to the washroom to change into my formal attire, struggling to put on the dress, forgetting to button the sleeves into place. I walk downstairs into the party, flattening my black dress, and straightening my necklaces. I walk over to the bar and order a drink, groaning as I see you walk over. I look away, trying to use my hair to cover up my face, not wanting to ruin this beautiful fun night. I fumble with my sleeves nervously, fixing the buttons, hoping and praying for my drink to get done before you come over here, or even at the very least, realize who I am.

I groan, "Do you think there is?" I scoff, taking my drink and taking a long swig from it. I look over at you, same pissed off face as normal. I look at how nice you look today, looking at your tie for a moment before smiling. I quickly change my facial expression back to that of a pissed off one, just slightly less pissed off. I look back at your beautiful blue eyes. "You know what, maybe we should be civil for once. How has your night been so far Zane?" I say, just wanting to find a reason to look at your practically perfect body. My face grows red as I look downward, pretending to check the watch situated on my left wrist. I look back up at you for a moment, before glancing back down, staring at your crotch a little less red in the face.

I let my face lose it's blush before I look at you once more. "I really don't see it like that from my point of view right now... But I suppose you are entitled to your own opinion on it." I say, taking my drink and walking over to some chairs, motioning to you for you to follow me. I sit down in one of the chairs gracefully sit down. "But I suppose at least you can argue in both of our defense about our... quarrels."

I roll my eyes. "Only in your wildest dreams would I /ever/ enjoy arguing with you!" I laugh, lying straight through my teeth. "Shit, if you wanted me to enjoy it, you wouldn't be such a prick all the time. I hate it when you just need to rub everything in my face like it just made you god or something." I ramble, drinking the rest of my drink, scoffing.