#wtscpeg

Russ was standing at Peg's door for possibly the ninth time that week. In his hand he held not only alcohol (for a change but a gift bag as well). Yes it was that inevitable time of year when you bought your best girl friend something for her birthday. Now Russ was awful with gifts always has been always will be so he always bought multiple things in the case they didn't like one thing the other gifts would make up for it. "Peg?" He called, knocking on her door. "Ready?"

Russ knocked on the door to Peg's place. He was excited despite his brother's jokes about him being best friends with a girl. He didn't mind. Besides Peg was better company than any guy Russ had ever met. He smirked slightly in thought of the night ahead. The basic plan was to get so drunk. Russ was excited. 

In the plastic bag he carried he had takeout from Peg's favorite place as well as a bottle of tequila (for their makeshift shots) and a few cans of beer. He knocked again. "Peg?" He called through the door. 

Joel had made sure to look his best. He normally wasn't one for dressing up but he'd made an effort for Margaret. He fixed his tie and walked towards her front door. He glanced at his watch again. 7:58. Should he be early? Or late? Or right on time? He glanced at his watch again. What was he thinking? It was still the same time. 

He looked up at the door, took a deep breath and knocked, the flowers he'd brought her in his hand.