Desperate Chances
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“Yeah, sorry, I didn’t get home until late and then I had to deal with the Viv situation.” I picked up another breadstick and ate this one a little slower.
Maysie cringed. “That’s why I left. I recognized that tone in her voice. I figured I’d better get out of there fast.”
“Well it was happening in our living room. There are some things I can’t tolerate. Communal masturbation is definitely one of them.” We both made a face.
“Does she still do that? Hasn’t she learned to keep that stuff behind closed doors?” Maysie groaned.
I licked Parmesan cheese off my fingers and took a drink of water. “Nope. I’m not holding my breath that she ever will.”
“Well, you think that’s bad, imagine having to hear them go at it from behind a tiny curtain on a tour bus. You think your apartment is close quarters, you have no idea.”
I shuddered. “We need to lock them up in a room. Away from people. We’ll call it a public service.”
We laughed because it was true.
“Maysie! I didn’t know you were in town!” a shrill voice interrupted. Our waitress, a thin girl with straight black hair was grinning from ear to ear. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in months!” Jaz Digby squealed, pulling Maysie to her feet and giving her a hug.
“Hey, Jaz. Yeah, I’m just here for the week. How have you been?” Maysie asked after sitting back down.
Jaz flicked her dark hair and put a hand on her hip. “Can’t complain. Even if I’m still working in this place.”
“Moore’s not a bad boss. It could always be worse, “ Maysie said, waving at the long time manager of Barton’s who was restocking the liquor behind the bar.
Jaz lifted her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “Yeah, well I’m getting married next year and we’re planning to move to the city. No more waitressing for this gal.”
Jaz held out her hand for Maysie and I to inspect her diamond-clad finger.
“Wow, impressive,” I told her.
Jaz beamed.
“I didn’t know you were dating anyone,” Maysie said.
Jaz blushed. “I’m marrying Eli.”
Maysie’s eyes widened and I frowned. Eli? How did I know that name?
Then it hit me.
“Eli Bray?” I asked. Jaz nodded, biting on her lower lip. She glanced at Maysie nervously.
“Isn’t that the guy—” I began to say but Maysie cut me off.
“That I dated before Jordan. Yeah.”
“We’ve only been together for a few months but when you know, you know, right?” Jaz gave Maysie a worried look. “Should I have asked you first? I mean, I know you guys were together and I don’t want it to be weird.”
I remember Eli being pretty hot in that whole slacker, pothead townie kind of way. He and Maysie had never made much sense so it wasn’t surprising when it didn’t really go anywhere.
Maysie put her hand on Jaz’s arm. “Jaz, don’t be ridiculous. That was years ago and we were never serious. Eli’s a great guy. I’m happy for you. Congratulations,” she said sincerely.
Jaz beamed and you could tell she was happy.
“Yeah, congrats,” I added.
“Thanks!” Jaz tucked her pen and pad into her apron. “I’ll send you an invitation. It’s just going to be a small ceremony but we’d love you to be there. And Jordan too of course,” she went on.
“Absolutely. I’d love to come,” Maysie told her.
“Awesome. Okay, well, I guess I should take your orders, huh? The usual? Tequila Chicken?”
“How did you guess?” Maysie chuckled.
Jaz and I both rolled our eyes. “Only because it’s the only thing you ever eat here,” I piped up.
“What about you, Gracie?” Jaz asked.
I didn’t bother looking at the menu. I knew it like the back of my hand. “Uh, how about a Cobb Salad.”
“Okay, sounds good. I’ll refill your drinks and get you some more breadsticks.” Jaz took our glasses.
Once she had left I turned wide eyes to my friend. “Jaz Digby is marrying your ex-boyfriend? What crazy sort of Twilight Zone did we just wander into?”
Maysie leaned in. “Oh my god, I know! I was not expecting that one. I hope Jordan doesn’t pop a blood vessel when I tell him we’re going to the wedding.”
I giggled. “Didn’t Jordan knock him out or something? I seem to remember you telling me about an altercation between the two.”
Maysie waved her hand in dismissal. “That was back when Jordan thought peeing a circle around me was a good way to keep guys away. Eli was never a threat. Jordan figured that out pretty quickly.”
“God, it’s hard to believe all of that was almost four years ago. Four years since you went toe to toe with Olivia and Milla over your fiancé.”
Maysie grimaced. “Milla Wood. Yuck. I had tried really hard to forget about her.”
“I heard she got married to some guy from her hometown in Maryland, and has popped out two kids already. I also heard she’s gotten pretty fat too,” I said, grinning.
Milla Wood was our former sorority sister and all around assface. She had gotten Maysie black balled from our sorority over Jordan and had gone around spreading some vicious rumors about her as well. In the end, it turned out Milla was just pissed because Jordan had turned her down. She ended up transferring out of Rinard College, never to be seen again.
Maysie cringed. “That’s why I left. I recognized that tone in her voice. I figured I’d better get out of there fast.”
“Well it was happening in our living room. There are some things I can’t tolerate. Communal masturbation is definitely one of them.” We both made a face.
“Does she still do that? Hasn’t she learned to keep that stuff behind closed doors?” Maysie groaned.
I licked Parmesan cheese off my fingers and took a drink of water. “Nope. I’m not holding my breath that she ever will.”
“Well, you think that’s bad, imagine having to hear them go at it from behind a tiny curtain on a tour bus. You think your apartment is close quarters, you have no idea.”
I shuddered. “We need to lock them up in a room. Away from people. We’ll call it a public service.”
We laughed because it was true.
“Maysie! I didn’t know you were in town!” a shrill voice interrupted. Our waitress, a thin girl with straight black hair was grinning from ear to ear. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in months!” Jaz Digby squealed, pulling Maysie to her feet and giving her a hug.
“Hey, Jaz. Yeah, I’m just here for the week. How have you been?” Maysie asked after sitting back down.
Jaz flicked her dark hair and put a hand on her hip. “Can’t complain. Even if I’m still working in this place.”
“Moore’s not a bad boss. It could always be worse, “ Maysie said, waving at the long time manager of Barton’s who was restocking the liquor behind the bar.
Jaz lifted her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. “Yeah, well I’m getting married next year and we’re planning to move to the city. No more waitressing for this gal.”
Jaz held out her hand for Maysie and I to inspect her diamond-clad finger.
“Wow, impressive,” I told her.
Jaz beamed.
“I didn’t know you were dating anyone,” Maysie said.
Jaz blushed. “I’m marrying Eli.”
Maysie’s eyes widened and I frowned. Eli? How did I know that name?
Then it hit me.
“Eli Bray?” I asked. Jaz nodded, biting on her lower lip. She glanced at Maysie nervously.
“Isn’t that the guy—” I began to say but Maysie cut me off.
“That I dated before Jordan. Yeah.”
“We’ve only been together for a few months but when you know, you know, right?” Jaz gave Maysie a worried look. “Should I have asked you first? I mean, I know you guys were together and I don’t want it to be weird.”
I remember Eli being pretty hot in that whole slacker, pothead townie kind of way. He and Maysie had never made much sense so it wasn’t surprising when it didn’t really go anywhere.
Maysie put her hand on Jaz’s arm. “Jaz, don’t be ridiculous. That was years ago and we were never serious. Eli’s a great guy. I’m happy for you. Congratulations,” she said sincerely.
Jaz beamed and you could tell she was happy.
“Yeah, congrats,” I added.
“Thanks!” Jaz tucked her pen and pad into her apron. “I’ll send you an invitation. It’s just going to be a small ceremony but we’d love you to be there. And Jordan too of course,” she went on.
“Absolutely. I’d love to come,” Maysie told her.
“Awesome. Okay, well, I guess I should take your orders, huh? The usual? Tequila Chicken?”
“How did you guess?” Maysie chuckled.
Jaz and I both rolled our eyes. “Only because it’s the only thing you ever eat here,” I piped up.
“What about you, Gracie?” Jaz asked.
I didn’t bother looking at the menu. I knew it like the back of my hand. “Uh, how about a Cobb Salad.”
“Okay, sounds good. I’ll refill your drinks and get you some more breadsticks.” Jaz took our glasses.
Once she had left I turned wide eyes to my friend. “Jaz Digby is marrying your ex-boyfriend? What crazy sort of Twilight Zone did we just wander into?”
Maysie leaned in. “Oh my god, I know! I was not expecting that one. I hope Jordan doesn’t pop a blood vessel when I tell him we’re going to the wedding.”
I giggled. “Didn’t Jordan knock him out or something? I seem to remember you telling me about an altercation between the two.”
Maysie waved her hand in dismissal. “That was back when Jordan thought peeing a circle around me was a good way to keep guys away. Eli was never a threat. Jordan figured that out pretty quickly.”
“God, it’s hard to believe all of that was almost four years ago. Four years since you went toe to toe with Olivia and Milla over your fiancé.”
Maysie grimaced. “Milla Wood. Yuck. I had tried really hard to forget about her.”
“I heard she got married to some guy from her hometown in Maryland, and has popped out two kids already. I also heard she’s gotten pretty fat too,” I said, grinning.
Milla Wood was our former sorority sister and all around assface. She had gotten Maysie black balled from our sorority over Jordan and had gone around spreading some vicious rumors about her as well. In the end, it turned out Milla was just pissed because Jordan had turned her down. She ended up transferring out of Rinard College, never to be seen again.