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"Two minutes to pre-sale." Abby is watching the clock like a hawk, the second hand moving far too slow for his liking at four in the morning. "You've got the page open, right Ro?"
"Remind me why you need me to help?" The pink-haired man is glaring into his back, he knows. Interrupted beauty sleep and that sort of nonsense. "It's a local show, not BTS or TWICE. Also, it's wrestling."
"Hey. I camped outside of that game store so you could meet Notch, you said you owe me forever."
"We were twelve."
"Still counts." He goes still. "Shut up shut up and help me already!"
Romance rolls his eyes and enters the waiting room with him. "No budget huh?"
The virtual queue is a joke, not even a hundred people waiting.
"What seats am I grabbing? The rings are open on four sides—"
"You want to grab seats a few rows back, not too close or you can't see the whole match." Abby is laser focused.
"So what're you going to do if Mystery gets his own ticket to see it?"
"He's not, he's strapped for cash after fixing his car last month."
"And how're you going to sell this to him again? That you just happened to have tickets to his favorite thing?"
"I'm going to ask him out." There's rapid clicking and furious tapping on screens after that.
"Are you? Not chickening out this time?" Romance's eyebrow nearly hits his hairline. "You should've led with that. I love love."
They end up getting a pair of floor seats and a pair in the middle of the rows.
[ - ]
Mystery is working cash in the bookstore, lilac bangs covering his brown eyes as always. And Abby's about to chicken out again and Romance is never going to let him live it down.
He has turned around two times after trying to approach the register and gets shove-pushed over to a corner for a pep talk. More pep-talks.
"Look, we have four tickets. Just ask him out, and if you fuck it up, I'll say it's a group thing."
"Okay but then who gets left out, huh? Me?" Abby felt the cold sweats starting up, and he keeps checking a pocket-mirror. "I look good, right? Chill and cool?"
"Baby I guess, and you look like you saw a ghost. But the sooner you spit it out, the better."
"You think Jinu likes wrestling?"
"I don't care if he does, he's probably free now that he's got his licensing exams done with."
"Jinu likes wrestling?"
Both pink-heads jump at Mystery's inquiry, he'd come up behind Abby. And the man could not speak, so thank goodness for Romance. "He says he'd try anything once. And we gotta get him out of his room after he got dumped."
"I guess." He's still looking at the two of them.
"Hey Mist, uh, you're free this weekend to see the Demon Squad, right? Big event and all, so uh-if-you-wanna-go-together—"
"The tickets sold out pretty fast. How'd you get them?"
"Got lucky." Romance offers with a shrug, and then he excuses himself while mouthing 'good luck' to his buddy.
"We got, uh, floor seats and row-seats. So you can pick, and uh. And...maybe it could be a date, too?"
"For...me and Romance?"
"You like Romance?" Abby's jaw drops.
"No. But he's always giving me looks when he's here? I like you a lot more than I do him." He shrugs and Abby feels like his heart is beating normally again. A bit faster than normal but normal enough.
"Oh no. I uh. I mean, I'm asking you out. To see the show with."
"Sure. I didn't know you liked wrestling."
"I...could learn...to?"
"It'll be great. Promise." Mystery smiles and Abby finally breathes normally again.