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“It’s official,” Teazer whined, dumping her books on the dining room table, “nothing happened in 1981.”
“That seems statistically unlikely,” her roommate and girlfriend Victoria replied, not even looking up from her own fat textbook about art in the 16th century or something. Not for the first time, Teazer wished she had taken the art history module instead of just history to make up her uni credits, at least then Vic could have helped her. But she had thought it’d be boring, looking at old paintings of fruit or whatever. Loads of interesting stuff had happened in the past, just not, apparently, in 1981. Sure, stuff had happened that was of global importance, but it was all way too complicated to make a short presentation on, or way too depressing.
“Well, probably, but like, nothing I’d actually be interested in giving a presentation on.”
“You were very insistent on choosing history,” Victoria said drily, looking up with a raised brow.
“I know,” Teazer groaned, collapsing onto the chair opposite Victoria. “I have made a terrible mistake and now I’m being punished for it. It was meant to be fun! Like, knights firing cannons at enemy castles and stuff, not boring politics!”
Victoria sighed.
“I did tell you I thought you’d prefer the art history module.”
“I know!”
“Does your presentation have to be on an important historic event, or just something that interests you?”
“Something that interests me, but I swear there’s nothing!”
“Hmm.”
“Can you think of something?” Teazer begged. “Did any fun art happen in 1981? Help me, Tori-wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope!”
“Admit I was right, and then I’ll help you,” Victoria said, an evil grin spreading across her face. Dammit! She was never going to let Teazer forget this one. But desperate times called for desperate measures.
Teazer bounded around the table, taking Victoria’s hand in her own and kneeling down.
“My sweet, beautiful, intelligent Victoria, you were right, and I was a fool and a jester. Art history is a million times better than just history, and I should’ve listened to you. Please, take pity, and help me out.”
Victoria giggled.
“That will do, Teaz,” she laughed, putting on her best regal air. “If it doesn’t have to be a major event, that film you like came out in 1981, I’m sure. The one with Harrison Ford and the big round boulder?”
“Raiders of the Lost Ark? Indy? No way!” Teazer dived over to her phone and checked to confirm. Yup, there it was. 1981. Who’d’ve thunk? She could make a fantabulous presentation on the cultural impact of Indiana Jones!
“You’re a lifesaver, Vic, honestly!” she whooped and rushed to hug her girlfriend.
“Yes, I know,” she replied smugly. “Next time, pick the subject where you can just make the meanings up and say they’re ‘your personal interpretations’.”
“Trust and believe, Vic, I’m deferring all my life choices to you from now on!”