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Parfait tends to run into many interesting people during her time partying it up like it was 2014. She meets people who annoy the hell out of her, people who assume she’s a boy, and people who she goes home with to take advantage of financially. However, she very rarely runs into girls around her general age out in the wilds. Parfait was especially new to the concept of being supposedly stalked in the night by a girl she had apparently met before at a rave.
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Taking the long way home at around 1 in the morning so she could listen to her iPod for a longer duration, Parfait had the strangest feeling that she was being followed by somebody. Of course not – that would be silly, she thought, as she neglected to check the nagging feeling as if she left her sense of self-preservation at her bear-friend, Mason’s, house where. That is, of course, where she temporarily dwelled without his permission so she could avoid being at her actual home. It probably did not matter – she was more focused on how she, technically, wasn’t invited to stay at his place anyways. She was prepared to annoy the shit out of him with a barrage of doorbell ringing and knocking; also uncaring for the amount of rest his neighbors would lose due to her onslaught.
Parfait was also eager to call her jackalope friend, Midian, and tell him about all of the stupidity that happened at this night’s rave. Even if he had school in the morning and he was at his parents’ house for the week; she knew he would answer the phone just to be assaulted by her accented voice blurting out the words: “’Ey there, fairy boy~!” however, her thoughts of calling her friend were interrupted by the dull sound of snapping twigs just out-of-view.
Finally concerned for her safety, she popped her headphones out and slowly turned her gaze just to see a river otter several steps behind her. This gave her a start and prompted her to respond ever-affectionately with: “What the bloody hell?!” The otter, shocked as well, jumped back as several bedroom lights in the houses surrounding them exploded with life. “Jeez! What are you doing?!”
“What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’!” the otter self-consciously watched as shadowy figures stared at the two of them from their bedrooms – silently disapproving both their loudness and choice of partially-revealing clothing. She toned her screaming down to a harsh whisper. “I’m just walking!”
“Couldn’t you have been like…” Parfait gestured back a mile or two as she rolled her iPod up and stuffed it in her pockets, “…over there so you wouldn’t have to give me a heart attack?!” at this point, they both argued in aggressive whispers.
“I’m sorry! I’m just heading to my friends’ house, and she lives close!” the otter crossed her arms as her expression changed a bit – her ears perking up and her gigantic tail giving one mighty swish from left to right. “Wait a minute… is that you, Parfait?” this changed from a bitter argument between two young girls to a sort-of reunion, but Parfait wasn’t catching the latter. “Oh, man! I haven’t seen you in so long, Parfait!”
“Wait… wha?” Parfait spanked her tail against the cement-lined sidewalk as she did with almost every emotion she felt – especially with confusion or excitement. “Who are you, again?”
The otter let out an exasperated sigh and glared at Parfait with bemusement. “There’s no way you don’t remember!” she parted her hair a little then flicked her bangs around – growing more and more frustrated as she only received Parfait’s blank stare. “I haven’t really… uh… gotten my highlights in a while so my hair is all black – but there’s no way having no highlights makes me a stranger to you!”
“I totally don’t remember you.” Parfait bluntly stated – her eyebrows furrowed.
“Mekiko?” she desperately muttered as her arms drooped to her sides, “Do you… at least remember the name: Mekiko?”
Parfait picked at her ears as she looked quizzically at the otter. “No I don’t. It doesn’t ring a bell.” She crossed her arms and gave an uncomfortable half-smile, “Should I? I figured you know me from rumors because I’m probably talked about a bunch, right?” she chuckled at the thought of that much infamy.
Mekiko kicked the cement in defeat. “Well, gee…” she sighed. “…No, I actually remember you from a rave a couple of months ago.”
“Either way,” Parfait turned around and continued her closed-fisted march towards her friend’s house. “Good seeing you -- whoever you are.”
“W-wait a second!” Mekiko nearly shot her arm out to grab Parfait’s hand but stopped just short of Parfait’s annoyed glare. She froze up and tried to find the words she originally thought she collected: “Uhh… well… I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out for a little bit or…?”
“You know it’s like 2 in the morning, right?”
“Well, duh! Of course I do.” Mekiko pouted. “Can you hang out or not…? You don’t need to make me feel stupid.”
“Okay, then!” Parfait smiled her big buck-toothy smile, “I was going to go bug my friend into letting me stay at his place but that’s not really guaranteed – so if you have a place we can both go to, then we can hang out.”
“W—wait, really?” Mekiko collected herself from her previous irritation, “Uuh… yeah I have a place. It’s a friend’s place. And, about the highlights thing, she actually promised she’d redo my highlights for me but uh… she hasn’t really gotten around to it yet. So uh… yeah.”
“Pfft, I can do that.” Parfait nodded her head in approval. “I’m the best highlighter in this entire city, I bet!” this was, of course, a self-appointed title.
“Oh! That’d be really cool!” Mekiko almost jumped for joy at the thought of having a cute little impromptu girl’s night out with a complete stranger she had met only one time. Though, as weird as it was, it still seemed like it was going to be a lot of fun especially since she did not have much to do these days anyways.
“However,” Parfait started; wagging her index finger while wearing a cocky smirk, “What do I get in return?”
Mekiko was at a loss for words – completely lost in what she believed the right response would be as Parfait waited patiently. She stammered and stuttered until she finally blurted out: “You get a nice, warm place to stay tonight?” she poked her fingers together. “Cuz it seems both of us sorta mooch off of our friends for beds to sleep in, huh?”
“I wouldn’t call it ‘mooch’ rather than just… gracing them with my presence,” Parfait giggled at her own remark, “But that sounds like a fair enough deal. My friend, Mason’s, house always smells like expired Cheetos anyways. Plus – it’d be fun to highlight someone’s hair. Your friend has that highlighting gel crap, right?”
“Yeah, she does.” Mekiko smiled as she started to lead Parfait towards their new destination. “Those little gel container… bottle… thingies or whatever?”
“Yeah, those crap things. What color are they anyways?”
“Like… purple, I think.”
“Yeah, I think that’d look pretty good on you.” Parfait mentally envisioned Mekiko with purple highlights to make sure what she just blurted out would become accurate. “It’d probably look better than whatever the heck you had before.”
“I had the purple highlights the last time I saw you…”
“I don’t rememberrrrrr!” Parfait spanked her tail against the sidewalk once more. “Jeez – you’re so sensitive. I don’t have the memory of an elephant, okay?”
“Right, right… sorry.”
“That reminds me!” Parfait whipped out her cell phone, to which Mekiko’s eyes lit up because of her assumption that she would get a new buddy to text and share silly things with. “I’m going to call my stupid jackalope friend while we’re at your friends’ place. Would your friend care or should I just talk quietly which I totally can’t do?”
“Oh,” her short-lived dreams were crushed almost immediately as she recollected herself to try assuming how her college-student friend would react. “She’d probably just be asleep by the time we get there anyways… she left the keys under the mat for me so all we’d need to do is just close her door and it should be okay.”
“Alrighty, then!” Parfait put her hands behind her back as she bounced with her steps. “Plus, if you got a cell phone too, you can totally text me whenever you’re at a rave. This time I won’t have to deal with you whining because I don’t remember you.”
Mekiko’s eyes might as well have been overused candles at this point because they lit up yet again as she pulled out her pay-as-you-go phone, that someone else probably bought for her, and copied Parfait’s phone number.
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Later on – cozy and comfortable in Mekiko’s college friend’s house – they sighed in relief as they were finally out of the freezing cold night. The first thing to come out of Parfait’s mouth, however, was: “Does your friend have any beer?”
“Uuh…” Mekiko tip-toed her way to the kitchen after closing her sleeping friend’s bedroom door and discovered two bottles remaining. “I’m sorry. That seems to be it.”
“Aahh, that’s no problem,” Parfait waved it off. “It’ll be enough… but I get some of yours too, okay?”
Mekiko giggled. “Fiiiine – but maybe you should drink after you’re done with my hair.”
“That’d be silly!” Parfait immediately began rummaging through the kitchen cabinets and drawers for a bottle opener. “I’m not getting drunk off of one bottle – that’d be ridiculous!”
Mekiko scooted over directly to the drawer containing the item Parfait searched for and sheepishly whipped it out just for Parfait to snatch as if she were the one to discover it. Quickly, and abruptly, she took a gigantic swig of the bottle directly after popping it open and, with a loud burp and little cough, she had already annihilated half of it. She stuck her tongue out to Mekiko; mouth ajar in amazement.
Parfait, then, proceeded to show off a sense of respect for other people’s property as she set up a meticulous station for them to avoid spilling highlighting gel all over this person’s carpet. They were originally going to do it in the bathroom but it was way too cramped and, for some stupid reason, the kitchen also had carpet as opposed to tile floors.
Mekiko was forced to take off her shirt, just for convenience purposes, and put on a towel over her tail and shoulders just in case the gooey substance were to make a mess as she also sat on a much larger towel. Parfait took her neon-colored sweater and striped shorts off just because it was comfortable. They dumped their clothes in a bin that sat in the living room – just a slightly more aesthetically pleasing way to organize their clothes rather than just have them splayed all over the place.
The living room seemed to be their only option as Parfait expertly applied the gel accordingly with latex gloves and watched as Mekiko’s black hair sprung to life with color. Mekiko babied her half of the alcohol – sipping it in various intervals as Parfait did her magic.
Then, out of nowhere, Parfait’s phone was whipped out as she dialed a number to the dismay of Mekiko who was now worried that this multi-tasking would end in tragedy. “Hey, Midian!” Parfait blurted out.
It seems Mekiko’s powers of perception are pretty spot-on when it came to the whole ‘tragedy’ thing, however. Plus there was the fact that Parfait was not privy to the concept of using an actual brush to do more precise highlighting – but whatever.
Either way they both had a silly-fun time – so that’s all that matters.