She was crazy intimidating. Well, that was putting it lightly. John struggled to keep himself still under her heavy, unimpressed gaze. Her eyes were heavily lined, a perfectly plucked eyebrow raised severely as she looked down her nose at him. John quailed, shuffling his feet as her full lips pursed into a disdainful frown.
"That's it?" Her voice was smokey and dark.
"Yeah we uh, are having a mixer for the anime club this friday, there's free food? And anime! Uh. Of course." What the fuck was he saying? John wished he could replace himself with someone who didn't babble stupid shit. "It's anime club after all so like, yeah, there'll be. Y'know. Anime?"
"And you think I'd be interested?" She said acerbically, thanks for the word, Rose, and pointed a freshly manicured finger at the flyer. "In Pizza and Naruto?"
"Ah-um... yes?" He squeaked. "It's free?"
Her dark eyes looked him up and down, slowly, and he felt her stare like a physical weight. Ghostbusters tshirt he thrifted, jean jacket he'd had since he was a freshman in high school, cargo shorts and beat up converse all stars. God, he probably looked like such an idiot to her. She was in all red, short skirt and severe looking heels, a crop top and an immaculate leather jacket.
He saw her roll in on a motorcycle, it was straight out of Akira. She had to be an anime fan, it would have been too perfect if she was.
"We um. Also have uh, Junji Ito dvds? For the after dark marathon." John swallowed, throwing a hail mary to hell.
At the corner of her mouth, the barest twitch upwards. "Will there be pizza for that as well?"
"Um, and popcorn!" He was sweating, he remembered deodorant, and thanked every single one of his lucky stars. "It's in room 413, if you wanna go."
"Will you be there?" She was fully smirking now. "Who should I say recruited me?"
"John." His eyes were bugging out. "John Egbert."
"Damara." She took the flyer and strutted off without another word.
He watched her leave, knees shaking and his mouth open. Frantically, John yanked his phone out of his pocket. He texted Rose, his heart thudding in his chest, double checking that she remembered to bring Uzamaki. Just imagining the look on Damara's face if she found out John was wrong made him want to fall the fuck over.
Rose confirmed, and he was so relieved he literally sank to the ground. A strong breeze hit, and his flyers flew from his hands. Cursing, John had to run all around the quad, desperately snatching at a hundred loose leaves of paper.
