Queen

Thanks, princess. That’s not to far away from my place

I’ll pick you up at 7. 

If you’re late, I’m giving away your ticket.

Wow..uh.. thank you, Marie. 

How much to I owe you for the tickets and where do you want me to pick you up? 

I certainly didn’t pay, so I have no idea. Let’s just chalk it up to my benevolence. You can collect me from my house. Duh. Midtown.

uh… whatever you think is best

We’re in stage left balcony. Everything’s taken care of.

I mean its not like my parents are chop- 

okay? 

Do we want to watch from backstage or balcony?

Portugal the man

How would you get us tickets though?

Like I said before. My parents are important. All I have to do is make two phone calls and I can get anything I want.

A concert.

It’s completely sold out, but I know a sound guy who can get me in. 

Who’s playing? I can get us some.

It would seem that way. 

Now if you excuse me, I’ve got to go see a man about some tickets. You enjoy your pop quiz. 

Wait, tickets for what?

I  never said I was trying to get shitfaced. I do that on weekends. We are talking about the same thing, you just like girly drinks, nothing wrong with that, and I like mine. 

She does take a lot of advanced courses. 

To each their own.

Hey there was alcohol in your list. I don’t know why you think girly drinks are somehow more productive. 

All that stuff reminds me of something my sister would pick. 

Getting shitfaced definitely hinders your ability to do pretty much everything. A mimosa is both delicious and keeps you in the clear.

Okay. 

What would be worth you skipping for? 

Mimosas, truffles, shopping, a picnic, maybe some light sleuthing. You know, productive things.

Was it before I was born? Because I don’t know him. 

I’m not convinced. 

Never mind. It’s inconsequential.

Don’t know that family, but good for you. 

I think you might be over selling yourself a little though. 

My father was the mayor for a while. Did you just move to the city or something?

Why do people know you? 

Caiden. 

Because I’m best in my class. And pretty. And a fucking Prevost-Saltman. I’m just inherently popular.

Am I supposed to know who you are? Cause this is the first I’ve heard that name. 

Alright, got it. Marie. 

Most people do, but everything happens at least once.

Whatever. 

Who are you anyways? 

Wow. That’s a first. Marie Prevost-Saltman. Log that into your memory bank.

I have a free day in the first day in weeks, my parent is gone and there is liquor in the apartment. I say that’s pretty crafty. It’s annoying having someone you don’t know throwing judgements at you. 

Except, I didn’t ask you. Also, I wouldn’t pressure you into drinking. If I did ask I would’ve been okay with doing something else. Good thing I didn’t. 

Okay, you took that really to heart, I guess. Probably should go smoke a bit and find your chill, yeah?