Summary: Maggie has special plans for a date with Sydney.
Maggie was sitting in
the cafeteria, tuned out from everything as she left her tray of food untouched
in front of her. Even when Alex sat down across from her, she didn’t take
notice. It was going to be a big night for her and she hated to admit that she
was a little nervous.
“Maggie,” Alex said, trying to get her friend’s attention. When
Maggie’s eyes snapped to hers, she quirked a brow. “What’s got you thinking so
hard? Do you want a consult?”
“I have a date
tonight,” Maggie blurted out. “And I’m actually nervous about it.”
Alex grinned and
looked knowingly at Maggie. “Dr. Katz?”
Maggie nodded. “The
one and only. I think we finally have the timing right. She’s gone through her
thing and I’ve gone through mine; now we’re… here.”
Would you do a plus size one shot or blurb with Mitch Marner??
You examined yourself in the mirror, twisting to the left and then right, letting out a sigh before pulling the black, half-sheer shirt over your head and letting it fall to the ground with the handful of others you’d tried on already. “I liked that one,” Mitch whined. At this point he would say that to anything because he just wanted you to be done getting ready so you could leave. But you wanted to do anything but that. You had men a few of the guys on the team, Auston when he came over to play video games. Willy when you ran into him at the bar. Matt when you went to dinner with him and Sydney.
Never would it be like tonight though. A party at someone’s house. A party full of people ready to judge you for the way you looked so you needed to make sure you didn’t look bad. Or fat, at least. How much of a baggy shirt could you get away with so you could cover just the right amount of skin without feeling like you were dressing like a boy? That was your daily predicament. “It showed too much skin,” you told your boyfriend, heading back to the closet. “Why don’t you just go like that?” he asked and you paused to shoot him a shocked look. “This?” you asked, clarifying, pointing at the flimsy tank top you wore that served as an undershirt for the night.
“Yeah,” he said like it was obvious. It was obvious to you that you would try to cover up your arms all night, worry about your cleavage looking gross, and sucking in your stomach all night. You just laughed out loud and went back to your shirt search. “I think you look hot as hell right now,” he said, giving up and going back to snapchat. You finally pulled a baggy cardigan out of the closet and put it on before inspecting it in the mirror. It was one of your comfort clothes, so you knew you would like it. You sighed still, wondering how many girls you would be jealous of tonight. Or how many would give you dirty looks.
You grabbed your bag and rolled your eyes as Mitch stuck his tongue out at his phone, making the annoying dog filter slurp noise go off again. “Ready?” you asked. He hopped up and smiled at you. “Mhm,” he told you. You were quiet the whole car ride there and Mitch noticed. You put on a smile when you walked into the lavish apartment as Auston and an unfamiliar guy approached. “Hey!” Auston pulled you into a hug after bro-hugging it out with your boyfriend and you were less nervous, until you met the new face next to him. “I’m Connor,” he said, putting a hand in your direction.
The night went on like that, Mitch introducing you to everyone he could find and you overanalyzing what they thought of you. You trying to drink but not be seen drinking, and stare at other girls but not be seen staring at other girls. You found yourself alone out on the balcony when Mitch went to the bathroom and you were relieved when it was him who followed you out. “You alright?” he asked, wrapping his arms around you. “Mhm,” you answered. “Then why are you out here, alone and sad?” he asked, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“I’m not alone and sad,” you told him. He leaned down and kissed your neck. “I know what alone and sad you looks like,” he said. You shrugged. “I’m just exhausted,” which really was the truth and not a lie. Not tired for sleep, just tired of thinking so much about everything. “We can go?” he suggested. “No, stay with your friends,” you told him. He let go of you to turn you around and grab your hands. “We’ve got like twenty minutes before Freddie starts betting people for shots and maybe thirty five before he’s puking in the trashcan. We won’t miss much.” You laughed and nodded along.
Mitch said what you needed him to say. What he knew had been on your mind all night. “And if you’re worried about how you look, I still think you look hot as hell and honestly I’m the only one I care about thinking that,” he said. You smiled truly at him. “Me too Mitch.”
The obligatory dinner Sydney had to attend was boring. Uneventful, full of people who’s personalities were as complex as a plastic bag. Everything about that evening was fake: the ambiance, the laughter, the smiles, the relationships. Thankfully, glasses of champagne were served throughout the entire night and Drew was absent. He had an emergency at work and Sydney was glad to urge him to go. As the blonde was indulging in what seemed to be her sixth drink, Melanie showed up. She wore a dress, which was definitely unusual but nonetheless, she looked beautiful. While people wore accessories and designer gowns, Melanie wore a simple black dress that made Sydney run to her to hug her. “You look beautiful.” She spoke, kissing the other’s cheek, as close to her lips as possible.
We were having a formal dinner with the head of the retirement home giving a speech.
Head: Thank you all for being here today, etc (speech things, we weren’t listening IC or OOC)
Sydney: Does this man know who I am? I have tenure!
Paul: Does he have tenure?
Sydney: *rolls dice* This man doesn’t have tenure!
“Loud bird call from Jericho”
Paul: The signal, we must ready the distraction!
Both Paul and Rick roll their dice.
Rick throws Timothy, a wheelchair bound frail old man with a heart of gold <3
Paul tries to throw the table and fails.
Paul: What, it’s not my fault it’s bolted to the floor! Rolls bluff and fails.
DM: Everyone watching knows that it isn’t.
Sydney: Down with the bourgeoisie scum!
Paul: Fuck the commie bastards!
Bill: Excuse me gentlemen, I’ll catch up with you later. *Stealthily leaves during the chaos.*
Bill then goes to the computer room and with some amazing rolls manages to get to google after typing “www.how do i get to google? .com” in the Bing search bar. He’s looking for krankstarter, that site where people give you money. He eventually makes it to kickstarter and somehow sets up a page to fund the escape. He sets the goal as 7-1 against Brazil.
Meanwhile Paul and Sydney have left the dining room to make their escape. Daisy and Rick are leaving with Timothy slightly behind them.
Paul and Sydney get into a fight with an orderly, but brass knuckles and a few magic missiles sort that out quickly.
Sydney: I have tenure bitch!
We all meet up outside by the storage shed to salvage equipment (find lawn mowers and and leaf blowers)
Bill: If we use these we can try make a vehicle to escape. We’ll use Timmy’s wheelchair too!
Jericho: Do it quickly the orderlies are coming!
Rick: I’ll help!
We build the contraption and realize we can’t get it through the door.
Bill: Be free my device!
We set it free, into the wild. In the direction of the orderlies and escape through the door to freedom.
Sydney: I have tenure!
I may continue this at a later stage, the rest of the escape was amazing. I’ll definitely do the helicopter fight.