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"That's why we must eat the old people first. They can't have that kind of power."


I've been roleplaying for six years, and if I do say so myself I've gotten pretty good. I've been to many roleplay sites around the internet, and for right now I'm happy calling this one home. I write fantasy, high science fiction, and poetry. I'm involved in the Nerdfighteria community as well, making the world suck a little bit less one day at a time. Though sometimes it's rough and incredibly time-consuming, roleplaying has brought me some of my closest friends, some of the most genuinely awesome people I've ever met. This train is still going, and there's no stop in sight! DFTBA.

The Disappointment Club:


"What the fuck did I just read"


We're special-ed special forces, the most exclusive internet club that no one wants to join, and the most thoroughly disappointing group of individuals the world has ever seen (we even disappoint when it comes to disappointing). Together, we're quite possibly the best six friends the internet has know.

- @Junkmail : Living Proof That God is Dead.
- @He Who Walks Behind : I still won't forgive him for what he did to that starfish.
- @Dragonbud : Her Gregory Cosplay is fire.
- @Surtr : I think he's still trying to pimp me... Help.
- @Spoopy Scary : He's Greg.

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When Aaron woke up, Lily had already left. He was laying spread-eagle on his bed, his face pointing up at the ceiling fan whirring above. In the distance, he could hear the faint beeping of the coffee maker. He felt absolutely horrendous. For a couple minutes, Aaron watched the ceiling fan spin around. It made a barely-audible click every rotation. Outside, Aaron could hear cars drive past on their morning commute. His phone buzzed gently on the nightstand. He picked it up and turned the alarm off. No message from Lily.

Sighing, Aaron rolled to his elbows, then pushed himself up into a seated position. He slid black slippers on and pocketed his phone. Then he shuffled into the kitchen. He poured a cup of coffee and turned on the radio.

“Good morning Baybridge! This is 105.7’s Morning on the Rocks. Claire here from 106.5, filling in for DJ Rebel Diamond as he recovers in the hospital from last night’s horrendous metahuman attack at the Golden Throne nightclub! Police reports have confirmed that-”

Aaron switched the radio off. He collapsed into a kitchen chair and sipped his morning coffee. He stared out of the window up at the grey sky. Today was going to be a bad day, he could tell.

“You deserve it. You fucked up, kid.

“You never take a day off, do you?

“None of this shit would’ve happened if you’d told her the truth. You fucked it up and now you have to deal with the consequences.”

Aaron slammed his coffee cup down and put his head in his hands. It was hard to keep from crying. He felt sick, sick of himself, sick of the fear that came from stepping outside, sick of the melting feeling he got when he was around too many people. His coffee cup tipped over and spilled across the kitchen table. “Fuck!” Aaron screamed. He ran to grab the paper towels. His foot caught the fabric of his slippers, and he fell to the ground with a thud. Aaron could feel the coffee drip from the table onto his pants. He climbed back to his feet, nearly slipping again on the growing puddle of coffee, and grabbed the paper towels. He didn’t need caffeine today anyways.

The day passed slowly and uneventfully. Aaron went down into his shop, worked on private orders. At lunch he ate a turkey sandwich and fed his rabbit. He watched a passing shower drizzle onto the windowpane and turn the sidewalks brown. At three PM, Aaron left his workshop and took up the cash register while Kate restocked shelves and swept the store. They didn’t talk much. She could tell he wasn’t in the mood. A few customers idled in, looked around, and left. They didn’t make many sales. Aaron tried hard to think of anything other than what his mind was stuck in. He texted Lily at 3:30, and didn’t get any response. Aaron decided he’d skip his evening tea break. He just wasn’t in the mood today.






Oakdell Harbor, White Coast_




Since the Liu Family weren't courteous enough to accommodate for the Valos, they had to make their own plans.

"Own plans" being awkwardly sleeping in the hummer until Jake scored them a beach house!

And it was something else, baby! It was three stories, and right on the beach with a killer view! Johnny could sit around and enjoy it all day, if he wasn't, you know, busy planning the downfall of the FF remnants. They had it coming. So far, even though they capped that bitch Linda, they managed to get some important information from her. Turned out that list of FF locations was completely valid. Well, a lot of the places were dead, but thanks to their Liu friends, they managed to find something.

A creepy, derelict warehouse.

Who would have thought.

The Valos were assembled in the living room, Johnny had several pistols on the table. He was cleaning his favorite revolver... while the rest of the Valos (and the Lius) sat around and watched. He looked up at them, and raised an eyebrow.

"Heeeeeeeey," Johnny asked, "What is it?"

"... How are you even going to make use of half of this?" Gabe asked, as she picked up an Uzi, and examined it, confused. "And you were carrying around a fucking arsenal the whole time?" She put down the gun, as she stared at Johnny.

"Well, my logic is that we're about to fight an evil organization that uses guns," Johnny almost mockingly replied. "If you don't go in packin' you might as well go in naked!"

"Unless you're using your pinky," Jake added as he walked into the room with a bottle of wine. "I don't see you needing to bring in anything more than two guns."

"Cosigner..." Johnny muttered as he glared at Jake.

"Just saying, Johnny." Jake said, as he sat down.

"I wanted to teach ya'll how to shoot real quickly," Johnny said, "Because... even though we all are fantastical metahumans... you just can't beat the bullet, baby!" He raised the gun up into the air, and laughed.

"Well, Linda couldn't beat the bullet..." Gabe said to herself as she leaned on the palm of her hand.

"Well, Linda shouldn't of tried it," Johnny laughed.

"Sorry, Johnny," Jake said, "But, I think we have enough idiots waving around guns."

"When they beatin' yo' ass," Johnny said. "You'll wish you didn't say that, but you'll be a great pack mule for when the raid starts."

Jake just rolled his eyes up into his head, as he leaned forward. Folding his hands.

"Yeah, the raid," Jake repeated, "Do we even have a plan?"

"Tonight," Johnny started off, "We gather information... because what good is chargin' in dick first if our marks aren't even there?"

Gabe was surprised.

"Long as we do nothing hasty, everything should go smoothly... but at the same time, we have to be ready for anything," Johnny said. "Which is why I'm going in packin'."

He laughed, as he grabbed one of his pistols. A thought came up in his head.

"Oh! What if bring in a fuckin' flintlock?" Johnny asked, to the belligerence of everyone around him. "Bet nobody would see that coming."

"Johnny," Jake said, face amazed at his brother. "It's an outdated pirate gun. It'll literally explode in your hand."

"It's not about it working," Johnny said to his brother. "It's about the surprise. Like, how many people expect you to pull out a flintlock - they'd be stunned in shock!"

"For all of two seconds."

"... And two seconds is all you need to cap them."

"The bullet wouldn't even leave the barrel!" Jake retorted.

"That's why I have a second gun, Jakey," Johnny said as he quickly aimed the revolver he was holding. "I'm quick as lightning, while they're surprised I'll start blasting."

"... Then why the fuck are you bringing a flintlock?" Gabe facepalmed.

"Okay," Jake said as he ended the conversation. "Can we please go back to planning? We'll discuss the matter of the flintlock pistol another time."

"Fine." Johnny and Gabe said in unison.

"Um, I have something to announce," Lin said as she walked up. "Me and Mika are going to be attending a function tonight."

"So, that means we're two men down!" Johnny said as he leaned back in his sofa.

"Sadly... but, afterwards, we'll be available to help."

It wasn't like the Liu sisters could contribute much in an attack. Especially when Johnny made that promise to papa Liu! That meant he needed some replacement muscle... and honestly, he needed help in general. He needed meatshields to take bullets for the more important members of the Valos.

Wait!

He had the perfect idea.

Perfect in this context means a complete shot in the dark! But, he's still trying.

Johnny reached for his cellphone, and went through his contacts... and his finger rested over Taylor Pierpoint. He sighed, as he pressed call.





La Fleur Hotel, Prince Ed Field

You don't just get a call from Johnny Valos.

As Taylor Pierpoint leaned against the balcony of her fifth story hotel room, looking down at her phone in disbelief, she thought about how nice a day she had been having, and how the God shining down above must have decided to stick his dirty finger in her perfectly nice day with a phone call from Johnny fucking Valos. From inside, a woman's voice called:

"Excusez-moi, mademoiselle, Le service de chambre est ici."

"Un moment, Jeanne. J'ai un appele téléphonique." Taylor responded. She looked up at the cloudy sky. She took a deep breath and hit accept. She was bracing herself for either some grub for money or Jake's voice saying Johnny had finally taken one cap in the ass too many and dropped dead.

"Bonjour, monsieur. C'est le resident Pierpoint. Comment puis-je vous aider?" (Hello, Pierpoint residence. How may I help you?)

Johnny had no idea how to speak French! It was a little while since he last talked to her... but, he definitely picked up a few phrases, words, and et cetera. That wasn't important.

"Taylor, this is Johnny, English please," Johnny said with a smile.

"Fine," Taylor said, frowning. "What do you want?"

"I know it's been a long, long, time... and by that I mean several years, but I need help..." Johnny replied.

"Taylor..." Gabe muttered to herself as she put a hand on her hip. Great. He's getting that girl involved in this. Just what they needed. Now they don't just have to worry about Johnny doing something stupid, but now they also have to worry about Johnny and Taylor bonin' all the time.

"If you're asking me to fund one of your vigilante kicks again I swear I'll claw your eyeballs out."

"No, I'm not asking for money, it's something more important than that..." He trailed off as he put a hand on his side. "... Well, I probably owe you an explanation first...."

"You can start by explaining to me where you've been for the last five years," Taylor replied. She tapped her fingers on the railing rhymically. The metal in metal made a "ping!" sound.

"Were I've been?" Johnny asked... she probably wanted an explanation of what happened to that money he loaned her... he'll gloss over that, for now. "Do you even know what went down? Do you even know that the Valos manor is in flames?!"

"Maybe I feel you hadn't forgotten about me after I stopped being useful to you I would have a better idea of what was going on!" Taylor snapped. She sympathized though. Things hadn't been good for the Pierpoint family recently either. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes.

"It wasn't that!" Johnny shouted back. "Look Taylor... shit went to hell really fast! Faster than I could keep track of!"

He stopped for a moment as he took in deep breath. "The fucking Founding Family came in and ruined everything! They took my family, and enslaved them! I've been fighting to do everything I could to save them..." He paused again. "It was out of my hands!" Johnny heard Taylor gasp through the phone. Taylor's fists clenched. For a solid fifteen seconds she was silent, looking down as cars passed by. Inside, she felt purely guilty. Mon dieu, c'est ma faute...sacre bleu, she thought.

"You still there?!" Johnny said. "Look, let's put this shit aside. I really-"

"What do you need?" Taylor replied.

"I need you," Johnny said, in a much calmer tone, "They... they have Sylvia, Ivete, Camille... and we're the only people who give a shit. I need you to come to Baybridge... to help us."

"...Baybridge?" Taylor replied, agast. Quelles sont les chances... Taylor looked down at her feet and sighed.

"Tu as la chance du diable," Taylor said. "I'm at La Fleur Hotel in Prince Ed Field."

"... Shit," Johnny said. "We're in..." He looked around at his friends.

"We're in Oakdell Harbor, in a lil' beach house Jake rented for us," Johnny started off. "Should we meet somewhere?"

"Meet me at Orchestra Mall in Courtbridge," Taylor said. She picked this off the top of her head as a nice even location, not on her territory and not on his. Should Johnny's plan be absolutely ludicrous (and it probably was), Taylor would be able to get away without him knowing where she lived.

"Sure thing, babe," Johnny said, "I'll get the gang together, and we'll head straight there!"

He hung up the phone... and prepared for the worst.

"... Why are we getting metal tits involved?" Gabe asked as she crossed her arms. "She's a piece of all, nothing else."

"But, a useful piece of ass."

"Yeah, when you need loans," Gabe groaned as she rolled her sole eye.

"Besides," Johnny said. "She's a close friend of the entire family. Especially Sylvia."

"And that's what you said about Jacqueline," Gabe said, "Right before she turned out to be working for the Family, and seemed more than happy to throw years of friendship out the window..."

"Gabe, lay off," Jake said. "For once... I have to agree with Johnny."

"Oh my lord," Johnny said, "Jake agreeing with me? Hold the phone! The fuckin' endtimes are on their way!"

"Taylor has a good head on her shoulders..." Jake said as he crossed his arms, as he looked at Johnny, and shook his head. "... And we could use another one more of those." And he wasn't just talking about Johnny being the problem here... Gabe also had her problems.

"Well, Jakey," Gabe looked at Jake with a teasing tone. "... You better hope she doesn't bring her little lady friend, ha!"

There was a silence from Jake for a few moments. "... I don't think my pelvis healed properly from our break up."

"Okay, okay!" Johnny shouted as he got up. "Enough banter! To Prince Edfield we go!"

There was a silence.

"... Why?" Gabe asked.

"Because she wants to meet us," Johnny started off, rolling his eyes. "Gabe - Know what? Just get in the hummer."

Gabe shut up, and got in the hummer along with the rest of the Valos... as they continued this increasingly bizarre adventure of theirs.

Mayhem was sure to follow.




Taylor slid her phone into her pocket and walked inside. She sat down on the velvet couch in the living room and gestured to her assistant Jeanne, who poured Taylor a glass of wine.

"Excusez moi, Mademoiselle," Jeanne said. "Le service de chambre attend toujours." (excuse me, madam, but the room service is waiting).

"J'ai une recontre," Taylor said. "J'ai besoin de toi pour me coduire." ( I have a meeting. I need you to drive me somewhere).

"Oui, mademoiselle," Jeanne replied. "Je vais chercher la voiture." (Yes, madam. I will fetch the car). Jeanne moved towards the door. Outside, the room service waiter stood at attention with Taylor's dinner. Jeanne let the man in and he placed a cloche on the table. He lifted the cloche to reveal a plate of baked fish and gnocchi.

"Jeanne," Taylor said, picking up her fork. "Apportes les details de securitie. C'est l'une de ces recontre." (Jeanne, bring the security detail. This is one of those meetings). Jeanne paused. Her mouth hung slightly agape as if she was going to say something, but then she closed her mouth and turned away.

"Oui, mademoiselle," she said, leaving the room. Taylor nodded to the room service waiter and handed him a fifty dollar bill.

"Keep the change," she said. He thanked her vehemently and then ran out. Taylor finished her dinner in peace. Then she walked into her room and changed into a new outfit, more applicable to the environment she was about to be thrust into. She thought about whether or not she should redo her hair as she pulled a slim ballistic vest on over her lace bra. The vest was uncomfortable, but as of late she'd grown accustomed to it - it had saved her life more than once. Over the vest she slid a white sweater. She finished dressing and, to ensure protection, slid a small pistol into her silver purse. These days you could never be too careful. As soon as she'd finished dressing, Jeanne knocked on her door and escorted Taylor to her car, a white Aston Martin. Behind the Aston Martin was a black Suburban, inside of which sat four men in black suits. Taylor sat down in the passenger's seat of the car and adjusted her hair in the rear view mirror. She looked good, just like she wanted to for her reunion with the Valos family. Despite the security, she had a really bad feeling about this entire thing.

As she always said, you don't just get a call from Johnny Valos.

@tsukune Hope you're feeling better bro! If there's anything I can do to help, let me know.

Additionally, I'm working on a post now. Part of that post will be a collab between Allen and I which will introduce my new character, Taylor Pierpoint, and old favorite of mine from the ancient days of Academy 218.

Why Surtr?





After getting out of Andrea’s car and watching her speed off (he wasn’t sure to where), Aaron sat down on the front steps of the Chandlery and took out his phone. He had texted Lily all the way back home, making sure she was safe. She said she was on the bus and that she was on her way back to Roseview. Aaron figured he would sit outside and wait for her. He knew he had some explaining to do.

Ten minutes later, a bus pulled up to the corner of the avenue, near the Cool Beans, and Lily stepped off. She looked quite disheveled; her hair, once very well groomed and braided, was messy and stuck out at odd angles. Her dress was wet on the left side with something that looked like wine. Mascara ran down her cheeks in black smears. She walked barefoot and held her shoes in her right hand. One of the heels were broken. As she walked up to the Chandlery, Aaron stood and felt a burning in his chest.

“This is your fault. If you hadn’t deceived her all this time, she would not have been stuck there. Plus you left her there, you fucking moron. Wake the fuck up and think about someone other than yourself!” As Lily approached Aaron, he started to cry. He leaned onto the front stoop’s wooden rail and sobbed quietly. Lily walked up to him, stopped, and then gave him a hug.

“I’m so sorry,” Aaron sputtered. Lily was quiet. He felt her chest heave gently in a sob.

Aaron unlocked the door, let Lily in, and the two went up into his apartment. Aaron made tea and Lily washed the running makeup off her face. They didn’t talk much. Lily’s dress had been ruined, so she borrowed pajamas from Aaron. They were too big, but they were better than a stained dress (a bottle of wine fell as Lily was running and splattered all over her, she explained). Aaron left the room as Lily undressed and changed. He sat at the kitchen window that overlooked the lake and sipped his tea. A few minutes later, Lily opened the door to his bedroom and said “You can come in now.” Aaron walked into the bedroom, still drinking chamomile tea. Lily was wearing plaid pajama pants and a tee shirt. Both were comically oversized. Her hair was down, and it nearly reached the small of her back. Aaron sat down next to her. The two held a tense silence, both knowing what to say but neither knowing how to say it.

In Aaron’s head, he thought: ’I should tell her the truth, that is the only way. She deserves to know and I cannot keep dragging her around like this.’

In Lily’s head, she thought: ‘He left me there, but I still feel okay. I understand I guess, even though it broke my heart. I shouldn’t understand, but I do.’ The silence continued. Aaron felt guilty. Lily felt nervous.

“Y-you look really pretty with your hair down, like that,” Aaron said.

“Thanks,” Lily said. She blushed.

“Lily-”

“When you were leaving, the people around you shouted as if they were being burned.” Lily said. “I noticed. One of them looked like they had something stuck to their shirt.”

“Oh, that,” Aaron said. “Um…”

“I figured it out,” Lily said. “You’re one of them, like that thing at the club.”

“I’m not like that,” Aaron’s shoulders tightened and he looked down into his mug. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

“If I thought you were going to hurt me, I wouldn’t be here,” Lily said. They were silent for a few more minutes. Sirens could be heard in the distance. Aaron wondered if it was the sounds of the city or RAVEN rushing to fight the beast smashing up the club.

“Lily, I’m sorry…” Aaron’s voice trailed off. His face turned white as a sheet and his mouth opened wide. He looked down at the floor. He had to say it now before it was too late.

“You don’t like me, I know,” Lily said. SHe sounded like she was about to cry. “I knew I was too short…”

“It’s not that,” Aaron said. “You are a beautiful woman Lily. I, I just…”

“It’s someone else, maybe?” Lily said. “I bet it’s Sarah. I know she’s prettier than me, and guys don’t like hyper girls.”

“Lily, listen to me,” Aaron felt a surge inside him, a compulsion to speak. Maybe it was bravery. “It’s not that I don’t like you. It’s that I’m not, I’m...Jesus this is hard.” Lily understood.

“Oh,” she said. “Oh, I understand.” ’Dammit,’ she thought. ’I already spent the fifty bucks…’ She felt a little crushed inside. She leaned over and rested her head on Aaron’s shoulder. Aaron felt as if a great weight had been lifted from him. He put his arm around Lily and hugged her.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should’ve told you earlier. I just didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I forgive you,” she said. “I cannot imagine how hard that was to do.”

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked.

“I will be,” she said. “I’ll be okay. Um, Aaron?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we still be friends?” Aaron looked down. The hug loosened. For a moment, Lily felt nauseous.

“Of course,” Aaron said. “I’d love to be your friend.”

Lily stayed over that night, as she didn’t have a car to drive home with. She slept in bed with Aaron, her head resting on his shoulder and Aaron awkwardly trying not to hold her like a boyfriend would. There was something endearing about her, some charm that made him feel closer to her than he should have. Eventually, he wore down and put an arm around her. He felt her jump a little, and then nestle up to him more closely. It wasn’t okay, but yet somehow it was. Lily didn’t feel romantic to him, but at that moment she felt extremely important.
All of it is actually Maxx's fault.


Okay. Next time I'll just go fail my finals for you sweetie-pie. <3 <3 <3
I'm still here and totally still interested. Finals week is just kicking my ass.
Stop shitposting Allen.




The date had fallen into a lull. Lily and Aaron ate in mostly silence. Things felt horribly awkward to Lily, but Aaron seemed worse off. Not long after they had sat down, the club started to fill with people, and the number of people coming in began to make Aaron more nervous. The room got much hotter with the crowds of people travelling to the dance floor, and the DJ cranked up the music. Aaron's face grew hot, and he habitually wiped away beads of waxy sweat from his forehead. He felt his chest grow tight and his hands begin to shake. He nearly dropped his glass of water. 'Oh God,' he thought. 'Oh god, this is bad. I'm gonna have a panic attack. No! No, you're not! Not here! Not now! You'll be okay! Just talk!'

'Talk to who? The woman you've been deceiving for a half hour?' Aaron tugged at his collar and wiped his forehead again.

"Hey, are you feeling alright?" Lily asked.

"Uh, um,"

'Let's be honest with her, yeah,' Aaron thought. "I'm just, uh, not feeling very well."

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Lily said. "If I knew you weren't feeling well we could've gone home!" Aaron sighed.

"I just, uh, didn't want to like, ruin your fun or anything." Aaron said.

Then he heard a scream from the other side of the room. The dance floor exploded in fear as some kind of horrific monster reared up in the center of the crowd. People stampeded from the dance floor, pushing others aside and turning over dinner tables. Aaron's face went white as paper, and he gasped. As he tried to get up from the table, he was shoved over by the wave of people. He crashed into a four-person table and winced as a boot stepped on his chest. He moved to get up, but before he could a person running from the dance floor kicked him in the ribs. They fell over him, shoving him to the ground, and scrambled back to their feet. In the background, he could hear the monster roar. 'Jesus Christ,' Aaron thought to himself. 'Oh god no, no no no no no...' He felt his skin grow burning hot. His skin turned to burning hot wax beneath his clothes, and glowed a dull yellow. He shoved up to his feet, pushing the table over, and ran towards the exit. As he ran, a large man bumped into him and recoiled as boiling wax stuck to his shirt, burning him. Aaron's eyes were fixed solely on the "EXIT" sign ahead, and anyone who bumped into him was quite literally toast.

Aaron was already hyperventilating by the time he shoved out of the restaurant and into the street. He ran down the street as fast as he could. He wasn't sure where he was going, but he was getting as far away from that cursed place. As he ran, he could feel his skin drip, leaving a trail of wax behind him. Several people in the fleeing crowd cried out in pain as drips of wax burned their skin, a result of getting to close to Aaron's flailing arms. Aaron ran several blocks down the street before he dove headlong into an alley next to a restaurant. Others still ran past, heading further down the avenue. In the distance, Aaron could hear a barrage of sirens heading towards the club.

Aaron curled into a ball behind a trash can. He was hyperventilating and shaking uncontrollably. His skin had begun to cool down, leaving his hair in a mess and his skin badly wrinkled. Several holes had burned in his shirt and pants. He started to cry, and a mixture of snot and wax melted down his face. His mind was racing. His skin felt freezing cold. His heart pounded in his chest so hard that it hurt his ribs and made his chest ache. He grabbed for his phone in his pocket, but the joints in his hands, cold from lack of blood, seized up and cracked. The phone tumbled from his hands and landed on the asphalt. He began to feel light-headed from lack of oxygen. Then he tipped over and collapsed to the ground, half-conscious, still hyperventilating, still crying.




A bubble of panic had welled up in Aaron’s chest by the time he reached his bedroom. He threw open his closet and began to go through his clothes, trying to figure out what to wear. In the back of his mind, he felt dread slowly rising. He had just agreed to go to a nightclub, a place normally packed to the gills with people, on a weekend. As he dug through his closet, neatly folding each shirt he unearthed and replacing it, he thought of how he’d escape the place if he had a panic attack. They’d have to get a table near the front of the club, near the doors, preferably (that said, he hoped it had multiple exits). He wouldn’t drink, that way if he got trapped alone he’d have a clear mind. Maybe he’d get a coffee - no, coffee would just make him jittery and more likely to panic.

‘Oh god, I just don’t like crowds,’ he thought. ‘Please, God, don’t let too many people be there. Don’t let too many people be there. Don’t let too many people be there.’

Aaron found a light grey button-down shirt and black slacks. He changed his underwear, pulled on the slacks, and, remembering he had forgotten to do laundry, ran across the room to his hamper with one arm in his shirt. As he pulled his shirt on, Aaron ran across the apartment to the laundry room, a small closet just adjacent to the kitchen. He started the laundry, put on his shirt, and stood in the bathroom mirror for five minutes, staring at his forehead. A single bead of sweat had dropped down from Aaron’s hairline and was crawling down his forehead towards his eyebrow, accumulating wax as it fell. Quickly he wiped it off and scrubbed his face with a rough washcloth. Then he brushed his teeth. Six minutes later, he looked up from the running water to see the brush limply hanging from his mouth. His face was white as cotton.

After leaving the bathroom, Aaron sat on his bed for fifteen minutes and drank a cup of chamomile tea from an oversized clay mug. He put on grey socks and black loafers. Aaron stood in the mirror for four minutes and breathed slowly. He thought about whether his clothes were too formal, if he should wear a blazer, if a tie would be too much, what kind of drink he would order, what color the tables would be, what color Lily’s dress would be, if Lily would wear a dress, and if people at the club would think he was on a date with Lily. It was about this time that Aaron realized he had probably been tricked into going on a date with someone he had no romantic interest in. This, as one could imagine, only added to his anxiety, and Aaron decided that this much stress and uncertainty was too much for him. He picked up his phone to text Lily and tell her he couldn’t come. Maybe he’d fake a headache or a cough or a big order coming in for the shop. He then thought about how many orders came in today that he would have to do tomorrow morning, and how long they would take to do. Aaron thought about payrolls and taxes and health insurance and by the time he shook himself from his frenzy of anxiety a lime green Toyota Camry was double parked outside of The Chandlery.

“Here!” The text from Lily read. Aaron got the sudden feeling of being trapped on a rollercoaster at the top of the high hill, waiting for the drop and knowing there is nothing he can do to escape his fate. He resorted to stuffing his right pocket with a cloth handkerchief and running down the stairs. By the time he left The Chandlery and locked the door behind him, Lily was standing outside of her car, her arms crossed about her chest. She was wearing a frilly seafoam green cocktail dress that ended an inch above her knee, and gold heels. Several thing, golden bangle bracelets hung on her left wrist. Her makeup was shocking well-done considering she’d had only an hour to prepare, and her hair was done in a French braid. She looked quite beautiful, Aaron thought.

“Hey!” Lily shouted. “You look great!”

“Uh, thanks,” Aaron replied. “That dress goes so well with your eyes.” Lily blushed and shuffled to the driver’s side of the car. Aaron opened the passenger’s side door and sat down. Luckily, the sun had begun to go down and the night was quite cool, otherwise he would already have started melting. He buckled himself in and Lily took off down the street towards Strongriver Plaza and the Golden Throne. The radio was playing a pop song that Aaron did not recognize.

“So how was work?” Lily asked. Aaron looked up as if startled.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, it was okay,” he replied. “The shop has been doing really well lately.”

“Oh, good to hear,” Lily’s voice trailed off. Aaron looked extremely nervous. She knew him to be an anxious person, though, so it wasn’t particularly surprising to her. Aaron, meanwhile, racked his brain for a nice way to say that this was not a date. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Lily, especially when they were driving down a busy street in a busy hour of the evening. Accidents happened all the time on this street, and who knows what causes them.




They drove mostly in silence. Occasionally Lily would ask Aaron small questions, and he would reply with small answers. A song would come on the radio and Lily would gently hum it for a few moments before stopping and putting her eyes back on the road. Aaron stared down at his feet, his face stark white. It was terribly awkward. They pulled up to The Golden Throne a few minutes after eight and parked the car. Before they got out, Lily looked over at Aaron.

“Hey,” she said. “You seem a little nervous. Is something up?” Aaron’s eyes grew wide. He wiped his brow with the handkerchief. ‘Tell her now!’ Aaron thought to himself. ‘Tell her that you don’t like her before it’s too late! You can still save yourself man! This rollercoaster hasn’t gone over the hill yet and you can unbuckle that seatbelt!’ He opened his mouth, then closed it. Then he wiped his brow again.

“Uh, it’s nothing,” Aaron said. “Just, uh, shop stuff I guess.”

“Oh,” Lily said. In her head she heaved a sigh of relief. “Well hey, none of that matters right now. Just take a deep breath and get that stuff off your mind. We’re here to have fun, y’know? Everything’s gonna be alright.” She put her hand on top of his and squeezed. He gasped when she grabbed for his hand, but the gesture succeeded at making him feel calmer. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then the two of them got out of the car and walked towards the club. On the way there, Lily tried to hold Aaron’s hand, so he put them both in his pockets and pretended not to notice. One thing was for certain, though; this was a date, and somehow he had to get out of it. Whatever confidence Aaron had was slowly draining as he thought of how he’d get out of this situation.

By the time they arrived inside the club, DJ Rebel Diamond had begun his set, and there wouldn’t be another set of autograph signings until the set was over. The two got a table and ordered drinks. Lily ordered a margarita, and after thinking on it for a few minutes Aaron just got a water. They sat near the front of the restaurant, not far from the front doors. Lily wanted to be closer to the dance floor, but Aaron insisted. He looked much more nervous now that he was in the club, and she didn’t want to push it. Aaron still didn’t have the courage to tell her how he felt, and it was starting to make him feel awful embarrassed.

“This music is, a little loud,” Aaron said. “But it’s not too bad from over here.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Lily said. She sounded let down.

“I’m sorry,” Aaron said. “Clubs aren’t really my element.”

“That’s okay,” Lily said. “I just thought this would be fun I guess.” There was a lull in the conversation. Lily was feeling nervous now too. She didn’t want this date to be a flunk. “So, what do you usually do for fun?”

“Uh,” This was a tougher question than it sounded. “I don’t really go out much, and work takes up a lot of my time, so I don’t have a whole lot of free time these days.” This was a lie. Work was incredibly easy for him and took little time, but he didn’t want to admit to spending his evenings watching Netflix and playing video games.

“Oh yeah, I figured,” Lily said. “Running a business must be so tough.”

“It is, really,” Aaron replied. “But I really enjoy it. I love making art for people.” Lily’s eyes lit up at the mention of art. The drinks came. Lily and Aaron both ordered the same cobb salad.

“That’s such a wonderful thing, though!” Lily shouted. “I would love to spend my days making art for people!”

“I figured as much. You’re a graphic design major, right?”

“Yeah! I dream of one day working in concept art for Sony.” She closed her mouth and looked down. “Oh god, that’s really nerdy though, sorry!”

“Really?! That’s amazing!” Aaron exclaimed.

“Yeah, I’m a total Playstation baby,” Lily replied. “I guess that’s not so weird to you, though.” They talked about game companies for a solid ten minutes until their salads arrived. Though Aaron still strongly wished he wasn’t out in public like this, Lily was really fun to talk to.

‘Maybe this won’t be so bad after all,’ Aaron thought.

‘No, it will be. You’ll fuck it up soon and then she’ll realize that you’re leading her along.’

‘I mean, I might as well have some fun talking to her.

‘Yeah, before you break her heart and tell her you like dick.’

‘You always put that in such a crass way. Just leave me alone.’

‘I’m inside your head. I can’t leave you alone.’
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