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It was sad to admit but.
Misty was going to have to kill one of her only friends.
Just. Just push his ass straight into a pond or something. Heaving a heavy sigh, she mulled over this fact as she despondently stared into her huge bin of bow ties.
Her bow ties simply stared back.
Yup, definitely going to have to kill him. COGs INC was definitely not going to appreciate the fact that she had killed one of its star players, but she could not let Dave get away with what he did.
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The whole debacle began during a lunch break of hers, on a particularly nice day. Dave had taken time out of his busy schedule to call her away from the dock, and check out a new cafe in town. The two had been gossiping about various things in their lives; coworkers, friends, crushes, the like.
“- and i said, you couldn’t catch me DEAD in heels like those. I mean, Misty, they really thought THE Dave Brubot was going to go to a work event in BLACK HEELS? While that may be some other cats tempo, it most CERTAINLY is not mine!” Dave huffed, and stirred his tea some more.
“But enough about me! Did you ever fix your problem, Misty?”
Misty groaned.
“I wish! I still can’t find anything.”
Misty wanted to dress masculinely outside of work. She adored the other handsome butches in the company (especially Holly - that woman knew how to DRESS), and she yearned to feel even a sliver as confident as them.
However. Mass produced masc clothes? Were out to GET her. As a rather skinny, short bot, most clothes “made” for men dwarfed her frame. At best, she looked like a shitty Jesse Pinkman. At the worst? Someone's kid trying on dad’s clothes for the first time. Most of her trips to various stores, either by herself or with friends, ended up just humiliating her. She would spend so much time looking for a good item, only to try it on and have it look like absolute dogwater.
She just didn’t know what to do with herself.
In the present moment, Misty sighed.
“I just don’t know what to do Dave. I want this so badly, but its so demoralizing! Even with you or Flint there to hype me up, to have no success at all just makes me so tired.” She rubbed her face with her hand, then looked to her best friend.
Said best friend was currently looking away, with a bit of a guilty expression on his face.
Momentarily snapped out of her fit of panic, she leaned towards Dave.
“Dave? Is everything okay?”
Caught, he looked back at Misty.
“Oh, of course doll! Don’t worry, everything should be fine!”
“..Should?” She lowered her mask to take a bite of a silicon macaroon.
“Yeah, yeah! I mean, hopefully you won’t hate me or anything like that.”
Hate Dave? As if. Unperturbed, she continued munching.
“Its just, well. I might’ve set something up for you, to help you with your problem.”
He smiled nervously.
“Consider it uh, two ducks one stone?”
Oh no.
She put down the macaroon.
“Dave. Dave what did you do.”
Before he could get a word in edgewise, she pointed at him.
“You didn’t do what I think you did, right?”
The gears had been spinning in her head ever since the words had left his mouth. Two birds and one stone? The only thing she could think of was that somehow, some way, Holly and clothes were involved.
Maybe not though.
Dave coughed.
“I mean, Holly is perfect for this-”
Thunder rumbled above them. A bolt of lightning just barely grazed Dave’s forearm.
The other patrons of the cafe wisely darted away from the pair, knowing better than to voice their complaints.
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That had been her Friday. She was grateful that Dave hadn’t given her too much time to overthink the arrangement, but she was equally pissed that it was much too late to back out now. She couldn’t have Holly thinking she didn’t respect her time.
The crux of the current issue now laid around that statement. Misty respected Holly a lot, both as a coworker and as a potential romantic partner. Holly was immaculately dressed, powerful, and incredibly cunning. While it was easy to get on her bad side, Misty found that she didn’t necessarily care. It just made getting on her good side even more of a goal for herself. To be one of the special few that the woman regarded, not with disdain, but with a sense of affection?
Misty could die happy if she got that.
Which is why the situation was stressing her out so much! Holly was already going to think less of her for asking for help (or at least, she ASSUMED she would), so she needed to look less pathetic than she felt. While she probably wasn’t going to impress Holly with any of her clothes, she had to try, and try WELL.
Misty glanced at the clock. After she had gotten over her original shock, Dave had given her a piece of paper with further instructions. In his neat scrawl, he had written out the time and place of where she and Holly were going to meet.
3pm sharp. Dave probably knew that Misty was already being pushed out of her comfort zone as is, so he’d taken extra care to ensure that she wouldn’t have to have a meal with Holly. It was no offense to her, but Misty knew she would completely lose her cool if she didn’t have a secondary task to distract her from Holly’s full attention. Having her eyes on her for the outfits was going to be awkward enough as is, she didn’t need to unnecessarily torture herself more!
Misty steeled herself. It was 1 pm. She could NOT afford to freak out now.
Determined, she continued her frantic search. Her favorite tie just HAD to be around here somewhere…