• Partygoers

    Michael tapped his foot on the ground and checked his wristwatch every once in awhile, which of course only added to his frustration. “Hurry it up, Rose. We’re gonna be late,” he called into the bathroom he was standing outside of; his foot began tapping a little harder and faster to emphasize his point.

    “Would you just calm down,” Rose said with a chuckle as she rolled her hair up in the
    curler. “It’s just a dumb dance.” she laughed while preparing herself.

    Rose’s indifference to the whole matter didn’t exactly help Michael, who ran his hand
    through his short brown hair and shouted through the door, “If it’s dumb, why are you taking so long to get ready?”

    Rose opened the door she was in a pink shower robe with a duck over her heart and
    judging by the clips in her hair she was a good thirty minutes from being ready. Rose put her hands on her hips and stared him down, “Look you want me to look nice, don’t you?”

    “Well yes but-,” Michael was cut off by Rose before he could finish.

    “Then you’ll let me take however long I need. It’s not like I can just slap on a crappy
    cummerbund and a tuxedo and say I’m all dressed up,” she snapped at him and went back
    inside, slamming the door shut.

    Michael stood outside of the bathroom in shock his watch was the only sound in the hall
    way. He turned away and sat down. “My Cummerbund isn’t crappy,” he whined to himself as he sat there quietly.

    A bit later Vincent, their mutual friend/ ride to the dance, came upstairs in his own tuxedo and cummerbund. “What’s taking you so long,” he asked Michael, “nice cummerbund by the way.”

    “Oh Rose is taking her sweet time while I just sit out here,” Michael complained,
    “thanks, I like it too.”

    Vincent looked at him dryly “That was sarcasm, your cummerbund is hideous,” He told
    Michael in a rather blunt manner. Vincent then went to the bathroom door “Hey Rose,” he yelled, pounding on the door, “we don’t have all day!”

    Rose opened the door again “Listen if you want me to look good-,” she was saying, but was cut off by Vincent just like she had cut Michael off.

    “I couldn’t care less if you looked like a hideous cave troll,” Vincent told her off and snapped his fingers, “which is really the look I’m getting from you.” He folded his arms in his way of trying to look tough, he flipped his long black hair out of the way of his eyes
    .
    Rose shrugged “Fine,” she said and went back into the bathroom and pulled out her cell phone, turning up the volume so they could hear her dialing a number.

    “Rose,” Vincent asked with a sudden gut terror of impending danger, “who are you calling?”

    “No one,” Rose said nonchalantly, “just Sera.” Sera was short for Serenity, the girl who
    was Vincent’s first girlfriend and was the only person who had been able to intimidate him ever since she threatened to come into his room and burn his hair off.

    “Rose,” Vincent whined, “you don’t have to call her, I’ll wait.” He promised her as long
    as she didn’t call Sera.

    There was a chuckle in the bathroom as Rose put her phone up, “Okay,” She laughed and went back to getting ready, “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

    “Whipped,” Michael whispered and made the whipping sound.

    Vincent just looked at him and punched him in the arm “Shut up,” he mumbled.