WeepingWisteria

“Easier than retail.” Alex snorted.

“And if you tell them anything, you don’t get enough money to eat dinner that night.”

“Maybe they’ll have enough money to insult the next jerk.” They wrinkled xer nose. “I was a wait staff for a short bit. People can be so gross.”

“I like that! We definitely should.” Alex giggled along with her.

“Yup. If they want to fund large scale electro-shock therapy, then they can pay the poor minimum wage workers a decent tip.”

“Depends. For all we know, there might be just one waiter taking several trips back and forth.” Alex laid on the floor, stomach down and legs swinging. “We need to ...

Alex downright giggled , xer cheeks pleasantly flushed with mischief and camaraderie. “She sounded so horrified.”

Alex felt elated when they grabbed the phone, like xe was finally let in on a joke that surrounded them for years. A big, stupid, and absolutely dopey grin completely ...

“Well then, they’ll be mad at both of us and it’ll be double funny.” Alex desperately wanted to be included, but didn’t want to seem desperate. So, they simply hoped ...

“You don’t need to do that. Emily won’t get mad at me. I don’t think she can be mad, actually.” They shrug. “But Meyer can, I assume.”

Alex grinned, all bright and conspiratorial. “Deal.”

(Oops, my bad.) “Depends what your style is. There’s some various appetizers, entrees, very intricate desserts.” Alex shrugged. “I’m not sure what you vibe with.”

“It’s right here.” Alex slid it under the door.

“I’ll leave you alone, but I’ve never been one for changing my mind.” Alex walked away, feeling a particular shade of miserable.

Alex leaned beside the bathroom door. “If it means anything, I don’t think you’re a jerk. I mean, yeah, you can be a little hot-headed, but you’re not a jerk.”