Full Throttle and M&Ms Do Not Mix
Oh, Well Imagine.
Kris was waiting for 3:00 to come. She got off of work then. She had one client come in, he didn’t come to her. So she put a little extra eyeliner on? What does it matter?
Duncan, her ass of a manager, came in, “Kristyne, what have I told you about eyeliner, especially black?”
Kris did not answer.
“Kristyne?”
“To not wear it,” she rolled her eyes. It was 2:40. 20 minutes to argue with her boss, for no reason.
“And… you’re wearing it.”
“I’ll go wipe it off. Sorry.” She murmured, “Your fucking majesty.”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing, nothing at all.”
She wiped it off and by the time she did, it was 3.
“Freedom!”
Tina, the only other girl staff member, looked at her, confused. Kris walked out of the store, totally embarrassed.
So, five more hours. She hadn’t had any real fun since the concert.
It was 7:00 and she decided to start getting ready. She put on the black dress with an MCR jacket she owned. Hot Topic was definitely her store, though she got the dress somewhere else. She was surprised when she discovered it still fit. It was a bit smug in the bust, but Michelle would have said that’s perfect.
Honk honk. Michelle was here.
Text: Come on!
Kris locked the door and jumped out of the house.
“I’m early, not late,” protested Kris.
They got to the club.
“You look Halloween-ish!” Michelle yelled over the music.
“Thanks…?”
“In a good way.”
They went to the bar. She was no expert in drinking, so Michelle ordered hers.
“Let’s do a scotch”
“Wait, that’s way too much. You’re the designated driver then I assume?”
“Sure, sure. I gonna go mingle. Leave at like 1:00. OK?”
“Okay…”
She sat, sipping her drink, when a man came and sat next to her.
“Just a Dr. Pepper, please.”
“Mikey? Mikey Way?”
“Hm? Uh… do I know you?”
“Oh, no. No probably not. I’m just a big fan of your music.”
“Oh. Well thanks.”
“What’s wrong?” Kris truly thought there was something getting at him.
“Hm? Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
She gave him a skeptical look.
“What?!”
“Well, I know there’s something wrong.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” she stated blankly. She didn’t actually know for sure.
“Well, Alicia, you know her?” He kept going without pausing to let her answer, “Well, she want a divorce.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you guys were a perfect match, what happened?”
“Long story.”
“Or rather you don’t want to tell your entire life to a stranger?”
“Yeah… that too.”
“Oh! I’m Kristyne. You can call me Kris,” she introduced herself.
“I’m well, you know,” he said.
“Hey… erm… Kris..? Can I give you my cell number? I gotta go.”
“Oh, yeah sure, here,“ she handed him her phone. They exchanged numbers.
“It was nice talking to you,” he said on his way out.
Duncan, her ass of a manager, came in, “Kristyne, what have I told you about eyeliner, especially black?”
Kris did not answer.
“Kristyne?”
“To not wear it,” she rolled her eyes. It was 2:40. 20 minutes to argue with her boss, for no reason.
“And… you’re wearing it.”
“I’ll go wipe it off. Sorry.” She murmured, “Your fucking majesty.”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing, nothing at all.”
She wiped it off and by the time she did, it was 3.
“Freedom!”
Tina, the only other girl staff member, looked at her, confused. Kris walked out of the store, totally embarrassed.
So, five more hours. She hadn’t had any real fun since the concert.
It was 7:00 and she decided to start getting ready. She put on the black dress with an MCR jacket she owned. Hot Topic was definitely her store, though she got the dress somewhere else. She was surprised when she discovered it still fit. It was a bit smug in the bust, but Michelle would have said that’s perfect.
Honk honk. Michelle was here.
Text: Come on!
Kris locked the door and jumped out of the house.
“I’m early, not late,” protested Kris.
They got to the club.
“You look Halloween-ish!” Michelle yelled over the music.
“Thanks…?”
“In a good way.”
They went to the bar. She was no expert in drinking, so Michelle ordered hers.
“Let’s do a scotch”
“Wait, that’s way too much. You’re the designated driver then I assume?”
“Sure, sure. I gonna go mingle. Leave at like 1:00. OK?”
“Okay…”
She sat, sipping her drink, when a man came and sat next to her.
“Just a Dr. Pepper, please.”
“Mikey? Mikey Way?”
“Hm? Uh… do I know you?”
“Oh, no. No probably not. I’m just a big fan of your music.”
“Oh. Well thanks.”
“What’s wrong?” Kris truly thought there was something getting at him.
“Hm? Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
She gave him a skeptical look.
“What?!”
“Well, I know there’s something wrong.”
“Really?”
“Yes,” she stated blankly. She didn’t actually know for sure.
“Well, Alicia, you know her?” He kept going without pausing to let her answer, “Well, she want a divorce.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you guys were a perfect match, what happened?”
“Long story.”
“Or rather you don’t want to tell your entire life to a stranger?”
“Yeah… that too.”
“Oh! I’m Kristyne. You can call me Kris,” she introduced herself.
“I’m well, you know,” he said.
“Hey… erm… Kris..? Can I give you my cell number? I gotta go.”
“Oh, yeah sure, here,“ she handed him her phone. They exchanged numbers.
“It was nice talking to you,” he said on his way out.