We've had better days

Sian

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"I can't explain right now, but I need you to trust me." I dragged her by the hand towards the large entrance doors, ignoring how she dug her heels into the ground. "It'll be fun, okay?" I stopped walking and turned to face her. The look on her face was screaming what is wrong with you?! And I had to suck in my lips to keep from laughing. "Thalia..." I could avoid laughing, but I certainly couldn't keep it out of my voice. I gave her a warm, and hopefully encouraging, smile. "Thalia, Thalia, my darling best friend. You have nothing to be scared of. You'll have so much fun, and you'll thank me!"

"I'll thank you for dragging me to a blind date?" She deadpanned. "You said that we were going to dinner. A girl's night out." Her voice rose to a yell. "How is this," She gestured fiercely at the fancy restaurant, golden towering doors and all. "A girl's night out?!" Her volume had piqued the interest of a few passersby, and a few snickers arose from them.

"Listen, Thalia–"

She cut me off. "Be quiet. I don't want to hear it." Ripping her no longer trembling hand out of mine, she pointed to her mostly-calm-yet-threatening face. "Take a look at my face."

"I'm looking, Lia." Whoops. She hates it when I call her that. Well, if I wasn't dead before, I sure am now. Smooth move, Sian.

"Can you tell me what this face means, Sian?"

I paused, then lifted both my hands to either side of my face. Placing two fingers on each of my temples, I closed my eyes and mimicked some variation of a psychic. "Wait, I'm getting something." I could practically feel her glare, and my eyes were shut. "I'm sensing... excitement. Yes, and love." I opened one of my eyes a bit to sneak a glance at her. Yup, definitely glaring. I reverted back to my performance. "Wait, no. It's love... for me. Yes, you love me so much, and you're immensely excited for this blind date." I opened my eyes, a grin on my face. "Did I get it? I feel like I got it."

She clenched her jaw. "This face," She said quietly, "Means that the next time you do this, your body... Will end up... In. A. Bag." Taking my hands gently, she pasted on the sweetest of smiles. "So, Sian, my darling best friend, are we at an understanding?"

I was no longer about to laugh. I cleared my throat. "Yes, ma'am." I like living, so let's try not to piss her off too much, okay, Sian?

"Good. Now, come." Turning her back to me, she walked right into the restaurant, stomping up the stairs in her black combat boots.

"I can already tell this is going to be a wild ride." I muttered, following her into the restaurant.

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Thalia

I should've stayed at work. I should've just ignored her text. I was busy. I knew better. But noo, I just had to have a break from work. And now, because of that, I was being dragged into a blind date. On a wednesday. I wasn't even, as Sian put it, looking to "mingle".

A situation like this truly makes one consider why the friendship even began in the first place. Ours began on a not-so-lovely foot. She was, and still is, a journalist and reporter for the Harrisville Times. It was a weekend, and I'd come into the office to pick up some paperwork that was yet to be finished. Unfortunately, someone had figured out that I was out and about on that day, and sent quite a few journalists and reporters after me. Quite a few. Fifteen, to be exact. For one person with no protection, that is an overwhelming amount of reporters. It was like they were on a mission that was labeled "Operation: Hunt the CEO." And hunt the CEO they did.