two one two :: trylle + august blitz

"Sooo, who's the lucky girl?"

Syrena propped with her hands in her hair, relaxed and poised, eyeing me up - "lucky girl? I don't know if that's how I'd describe it." And I've gotta say, it's so convenient being attractive and everything, hair brushed once, raggedy shirt that's going on a second day of use and I still look so good? Kellan could never, so what if he's getting married- I could get married too! Only I'm gonna be successful when I do it, y'see, if you're sized down as a marriage candidate at the age of nineteen what's even the point? 

You're like, already dead then. 

And Pyrite's not even that cute or rich; I could throw a stone and hit four careers just as good, just as cute and just as washed up as the Shores without even trying. I whistle as I walk, being this perfect just feels correct yknow? God, I love blind dates, mostly because my aunt pays for them all, it's like sponsorship. Kinda, she's like, paying me to go out and eat and be complimented by some hot career girl with money. Syrena wouldn't tell me who she is, and I guess that's fair with the blind date rules and all, I just want some expectations, y'know?

I hit the bar late, a nice open public place; domain of fuckboys shit where am I going, haha. Some booth that's reserved, I totally zoned out, Syrena just kinda has that habit of turning sentences into mountains y'know, shit there's a lot of alcohol here. I scratch at my chest, brushing between limbo and dance floors- "nohohoho way-" is that fuckin "you're that guy!" Names, shit, Austin? I think he's in my booth but oh well, odds are my date isn't here yet, love a little bar chat. 

"We were roomies back in the Olympics" Hahawhat the hell? What's the odds of that? 

The back of my neck gets hot, there's a lot of guys in here? Oh well, my chick's bound to get here eventually, Syrena swore up and down she was cute- not as cute as me. Talented, rich, not too smart, and I don't wanna hold my breath; Syrena holding her name above me like a damn dog.

"Not smart, huh?" Drying my hair, checking my breath.

"Oh yeah, something you can relate to."  

And like, that's Syrena's thing. Kellan's always getting complimented, Justice is famous now, I'm effortlessly talented and Syrena is smart. Fuckin stupid, "smart" HA, even Elvena is better than that! Honey, I'm sorry but smart gets you a library fine, being pretty gets you free shit. "yes me, I am."

I hold my tongue, sitting down next to him and I remember getting my ass kicked with him, lord that's a throwback. No golds still but hey! I'm still talented and smart enough to remember him, throwing javelins, breaking sweats and shower curtains, a smile grows in between reassurance. "August," like the month, I remember him! Man, I'm good at this. "Dude, what are you doing here?" 

"Oh you know," slouching, cheek in my palm grinning up at August, "blind dates and all that." God small talk is so boring, pretending we're both pedestrians or something- Oh! I haven't seen you in so long! Bwahaha, I can't wait to get drunk, "marrying for money and all that." My left hand twitches, fingers strumming along the table top, "any luck on your end?" Part of me hopes he hasn't moved on, rosy cheeks leaving career things behind -- swallowing doubt. 

There's worse company I could have. 

"You."

Haha yeah, I wonder if I can get pregame going yet- is it rude to show up drunk to a blind date? Fuck it, am I right? Staring August down, bar bench comfortable, if I started drinking now maybe I wouldn't have to worry about the date going shit, huh. I mean, I would just be buzzed right through it, what a bore -- Syrena said it'd be fun! Where's the fucking party, I'm rich and hot and I mean, at least I've got August to keep my company. 

I mean, uh, I think-" he sure does, huh, whole lot of thinking in this bar, eyeing a passing chick and she side eyes me to hell and back, that's fine. I mean, I'm the rich one here haha, who even needs marriage. Nineteen comes just as fast as any other age, what's the rush. "You're on a date with me." And I smile at him, white collar choking me. 

"I wouldn't call it that-" god I wish, at least he'd show up on time, haha. "Unless you're buying drinks," I think I laugh too much? It's kinda just something to fill the space, like, there's too much of toooo little happening, shaking my leg, waiting for mystery lady #1 to show up, what a prank would that be though. If I just showed back up to my house with August instead of Syrena's chick, that'd be good. 

"Sorry."

Hmm? 

That can't be good, "so what I'm thinking is," leaning into August's face like it's a secret plan or something, "we get drunk instead," slapping hands on the table- "great plan! right, you pay, I laugh, we ditch the bar if the girls don't show up." Cheek resting in hand, maybe we could just find a party to crash or something, right? Just hook up with some girls together. 

"No apologies."