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- Jan 11, 2016
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- Pacific Northwest
Lucille Lowe was not nearly as enthusiastic as her best friend about this double date. Sure, she'd agreed and she'd put a decent bit of effort into her outfit - even the large red bow tied around the band holding her ponytail in place was perfectly shaped thanks to Edith, and Lucille would have lying if she were to say she didn't feel cute in her navy blue halterneck dress and reasonable heels. Of course her friend had also casually insinuated that the fact that her bright red lipstick that all but matched her bow was a bit excessive and made her stand out in a bad way, but Lucille knew better than to take pre-date Edith at her word, the leggy blonde always got a little nitpicky before a date that she was particularly excited for. If she'd thought that it was true, she might have joked that Edith was concerned about being outshone but that was impossible because there wasn't a person Earth who shone brighter than Edith did.
They were meeting their dates in town, something Lucille had insisted on instead of letting the men come pick them up because what if they turned out to be creeps, so it was a brief cab ride and a little walk away but that was fine. It was a nice afternoon - just cool enough to be comfortable but not cold enough to need a sweater, probably not until night hit. The plan would probably take all afternoon; first the ferry to Coney Island because Edith had thought it would be romantic, having heard about a particularly romantic ferry ride that a coworker went on, then an afternoon at the theme park. And it did sound fun, Lucille was just... not sure what she was supposed to get out of it. She wasn't really looking to date, not when she had a job lined up and starting in a few months, and double dates with Edith rarely worked out well on account of them having vastly different tastes in men. "If he's like the last one, I'm quitting and going to a bar." At two in the afternoon on a Saturday. Her best friend had a type, and his type tended to attract a sort of friend that Lucille wasn't nearly as interested in as Edith was. "No, Lou. He assured me that his friend was very kind, and had a lot of energy. He did sort of mention he was on the shorter side, but I didn't think that would matter much to you." No, that didn't matter much to her. She perhaps preferred it when she didn't have to crane her head to look up at the man. At only five foot five inches, the tall, broad shouldered friends-of Edith's dates that she met were a neck cramp waiting to happen. Not that she didn't like her men... manly. She appreciated it just as much as anyone, it just wasn't the only thing that mattered.
Chances were she would end up just entertaining her date while trying to make sure that Edith's went well, that had happened before. If things were ever too bad she was sure she could ask her friend and they could leave, but it wouldn't happen. She would put up with the worst date in the universe if her best friend was having fun, which meant that they both knew that her threat about disappearing off to a bar was nothing more than bluster.
Lucille's lack of investment (and shorter stature) left Edith to be on lookout. And look out she did, letting out an immediate "I see them!" the moment the two men were visible. A second later though he blonde's face fell and she looked down at her shorter friend. "Oh Lou I'm sorry. James didn't tell me that... well, you're not really looking to date right now anyway, right? Because I was told that he was a great person to talk to." Lucille, curious about why her friend's tone had switched to one of sympathy, stretched up onto the tips of her toes to get a look at where her friend was staring. Oh indeed. There was the man she had to assume was James, and next to him was a short, scrawny blonde who looked like he might blow away if a breeze picked up. “I’m underwhelmed.”
“I’m so sorry Lou, he barely counts as a date, if you don’t want to do this, we can—“
“—what? I was talking about James, you were talking him up but I'm unimpressed.”
She laughed as Edith tried to hit her with her purse, dodging out of the way easily and taking a few quick steps to put herself ahead of her friend for 'safety' before they came to a stop by the men who were waiting for them.
They were meeting their dates in town, something Lucille had insisted on instead of letting the men come pick them up because what if they turned out to be creeps, so it was a brief cab ride and a little walk away but that was fine. It was a nice afternoon - just cool enough to be comfortable but not cold enough to need a sweater, probably not until night hit. The plan would probably take all afternoon; first the ferry to Coney Island because Edith had thought it would be romantic, having heard about a particularly romantic ferry ride that a coworker went on, then an afternoon at the theme park. And it did sound fun, Lucille was just... not sure what she was supposed to get out of it. She wasn't really looking to date, not when she had a job lined up and starting in a few months, and double dates with Edith rarely worked out well on account of them having vastly different tastes in men. "If he's like the last one, I'm quitting and going to a bar." At two in the afternoon on a Saturday. Her best friend had a type, and his type tended to attract a sort of friend that Lucille wasn't nearly as interested in as Edith was. "No, Lou. He assured me that his friend was very kind, and had a lot of energy. He did sort of mention he was on the shorter side, but I didn't think that would matter much to you." No, that didn't matter much to her. She perhaps preferred it when she didn't have to crane her head to look up at the man. At only five foot five inches, the tall, broad shouldered friends-of Edith's dates that she met were a neck cramp waiting to happen. Not that she didn't like her men... manly. She appreciated it just as much as anyone, it just wasn't the only thing that mattered.
Chances were she would end up just entertaining her date while trying to make sure that Edith's went well, that had happened before. If things were ever too bad she was sure she could ask her friend and they could leave, but it wouldn't happen. She would put up with the worst date in the universe if her best friend was having fun, which meant that they both knew that her threat about disappearing off to a bar was nothing more than bluster.
Lucille's lack of investment (and shorter stature) left Edith to be on lookout. And look out she did, letting out an immediate "I see them!" the moment the two men were visible. A second later though he blonde's face fell and she looked down at her shorter friend. "Oh Lou I'm sorry. James didn't tell me that... well, you're not really looking to date right now anyway, right? Because I was told that he was a great person to talk to." Lucille, curious about why her friend's tone had switched to one of sympathy, stretched up onto the tips of her toes to get a look at where her friend was staring. Oh indeed. There was the man she had to assume was James, and next to him was a short, scrawny blonde who looked like he might blow away if a breeze picked up. “I’m underwhelmed.”
“I’m so sorry Lou, he barely counts as a date, if you don’t want to do this, we can—“
“—what? I was talking about James, you were talking him up but I'm unimpressed.”
She laughed as Edith tried to hit her with her purse, dodging out of the way easily and taking a few quick steps to put herself ahead of her friend for 'safety' before they came to a stop by the men who were waiting for them.
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