lifetime,” Riley said with a sniff, resuming her search. “And their names happen to be Nabisco, Frito-Lay and Taco Bell.”
“Speaking of which, you need to stop eating your emotions,” Liz replied as she grabbed Riley’s empty glass and began walking towards the bar to get them another round of drinks. “Cookie crumbs in your hair aren’t cute!”
“What does she know,” Riley grumbled once Liz was out of earshot.
“Cosmo did have an article that mentioned that boys like vanilla-based scents,” Audrey offered with a shrug.
“You always were my favorite,” Riley sarcastically replied, throwing her arm around Audrey’s shoulders. “Now, let’s try and find a nice, unsuspecting victim for you to prey on.”
“Victim?”
“How about those douche canoes over there?” Riley suggested, pointing at a table surrounded by what appeared to be a set of fist-pumping quintuplets, each of them donning a perfectly styled coif and an impeccably pressed Oxford shirt. “They look like they’d have plenty of vintage heirloom rings lying around at home.”
“Ooh, that one’s cute!” Audrey enthused in agreement, leaning over the rail to get a better look. “Wait a minute...”
“Is that... Henry?” Riley asked in a loud whisper, turning abruptly to share a dumbfounded look with her equally startled friend.
“Is what Henry?” Liz’s voice inquired from behind them.
“Eep!” Audrey shrieked in surprise, backing away from the railing as if it were on fire. “No one! I mean, nothing! I, er...”
Riley felt herself stiffen in panic as Liz shoved a pair of ice-cold glasses into her hands and pushed past her pair of friends to take a look for herself. She and Audrey exchanged an entire silent conversation with terror in their eyes, frantically mouthing things like “holy shit” and “what the fuck do we do” to each other before Liz turned around with a steely look on her face.
“What. The. Fuck.”
“How are you sure it’s even him?” Riley squeaked out, letting out a pathetic attempt at a lighthearted laugh. “I mean, a lot of guys have that hairstyle and—”
“It’s him,” Liz growled through clenched teeth. “I can’t fucking believe it! He cancelled our dinner plans because he said he was stuck at the office!”
“Liz, I’m sure he’s just here for some... work thing,” Audrey blurted out in hopes to calm her infuriated roommate, though the sheer number of scantily clad model wannabes crowded around the boys’ table suggested otherwise. “Maybe... maybe they’re working on a deal for Victoria’s Secret!”
Riley shot Audrey a horrified expression as Liz proceeded to glare at the poor girl with menacing eyes. “Why the fuck would you say that?” Riley mouthed to her frightened friend, who merely let out a tiny whimper in response.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Riley quickly insisted, wrapping her arm around Liz to firmly keep the scene of the crime out of the enraged girl’s field of view. “He’s probably just—”
In another fit of anger, Liz abruptly spun around and glanced down at her supposedly perfect boyfriend, who now had his hand delicately placed on some freakishly tall blonde stunner’s ass. “Oh my God,” she uttered in misery, succumbing to a spell of hyperventilation as she did. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
“Maybe it’s not as bad as it looks from up here?” Audrey mumbled, a pained cringe on her face. “I’m sure he’s just... oh.”
The three of them stared down at the table in silence, watching as the blonde proceeded to push Henry down on the banquette seat, straddle his lap and begin profusely making out with him, right there in front of everyone. The strobe lights above continued to blindingly pulse to the music, giving the trio a bird’s eye view to what was basically a stop-motion softcore porno film starring Liz’s boyfriend and his plaything for the evening.
“He’s sleeping with her,” Liz concluded, her hands
“Speaking of which, you need to stop eating your emotions,” Liz replied as she grabbed Riley’s empty glass and began walking towards the bar to get them another round of drinks. “Cookie crumbs in your hair aren’t cute!”
“What does she know,” Riley grumbled once Liz was out of earshot.
“Cosmo did have an article that mentioned that boys like vanilla-based scents,” Audrey offered with a shrug.
“You always were my favorite,” Riley sarcastically replied, throwing her arm around Audrey’s shoulders. “Now, let’s try and find a nice, unsuspecting victim for you to prey on.”
“Victim?”
“How about those douche canoes over there?” Riley suggested, pointing at a table surrounded by what appeared to be a set of fist-pumping quintuplets, each of them donning a perfectly styled coif and an impeccably pressed Oxford shirt. “They look like they’d have plenty of vintage heirloom rings lying around at home.”
“Ooh, that one’s cute!” Audrey enthused in agreement, leaning over the rail to get a better look. “Wait a minute...”
“Is that... Henry?” Riley asked in a loud whisper, turning abruptly to share a dumbfounded look with her equally startled friend.
“Is what Henry?” Liz’s voice inquired from behind them.
“Eep!” Audrey shrieked in surprise, backing away from the railing as if it were on fire. “No one! I mean, nothing! I, er...”
Riley felt herself stiffen in panic as Liz shoved a pair of ice-cold glasses into her hands and pushed past her pair of friends to take a look for herself. She and Audrey exchanged an entire silent conversation with terror in their eyes, frantically mouthing things like “holy shit” and “what the fuck do we do” to each other before Liz turned around with a steely look on her face.
“What. The. Fuck.”
“How are you sure it’s even him?” Riley squeaked out, letting out a pathetic attempt at a lighthearted laugh. “I mean, a lot of guys have that hairstyle and—”
“It’s him,” Liz growled through clenched teeth. “I can’t fucking believe it! He cancelled our dinner plans because he said he was stuck at the office!”
“Liz, I’m sure he’s just here for some... work thing,” Audrey blurted out in hopes to calm her infuriated roommate, though the sheer number of scantily clad model wannabes crowded around the boys’ table suggested otherwise. “Maybe... maybe they’re working on a deal for Victoria’s Secret!”
Riley shot Audrey a horrified expression as Liz proceeded to glare at the poor girl with menacing eyes. “Why the fuck would you say that?” Riley mouthed to her frightened friend, who merely let out a tiny whimper in response.
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Riley quickly insisted, wrapping her arm around Liz to firmly keep the scene of the crime out of the enraged girl’s field of view. “He’s probably just—”
In another fit of anger, Liz abruptly spun around and glanced down at her supposedly perfect boyfriend, who now had his hand delicately placed on some freakishly tall blonde stunner’s ass. “Oh my God,” she uttered in misery, succumbing to a spell of hyperventilation as she did. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
“Maybe it’s not as bad as it looks from up here?” Audrey mumbled, a pained cringe on her face. “I’m sure he’s just... oh.”
The three of them stared down at the table in silence, watching as the blonde proceeded to push Henry down on the banquette seat, straddle his lap and begin profusely making out with him, right there in front of everyone. The strobe lights above continued to blindingly pulse to the music, giving the trio a bird’s eye view to what was basically a stop-motion softcore porno film starring Liz’s boyfriend and his plaything for the evening.
“He’s sleeping with her,” Liz concluded, her hands
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