Who: May Decatur (The March Hare), NPCs~ When Wednesday Night, mostly after this. Where: Firecrotch Suite, then to the ever classy Hooters. What: The inevitable engagement. Rated: R-ish for drug use?
It was a wonderful day.
To be fair, every day had been wonderful since Monday. So, Monday night, Tuesday, and today. All of that. Wonderful. May was glowing. And instead of walking places, she floated. Figuratively, of course, but it was close enough. She had even made Molly and Lily breakfast in bed the past two days. Nearly everything that came out of her mouth was said with the biggest smile May had ever had on her face, and anything people said to her, no matter how mean was gladly accepted with a hug and a laugh. May was in rare form.
And it wasn't difficult for people close to her to figure out why.
The topic of pretty much every discussion was centered solely around one Kilroy Benson. And even when it wasn't, May found a way to work him in. Really, it was as if the girl had been brainwashed. Of course, she didn't realize what was going on, as her head was far too much in the clouds to understand. Which was why she didn't see the look of anger on Kurt's face every time May had said Kilroy's name. To be fair, it had been nearly 30 times in one conversation that was supposed to be about football, but that didn't occur to May. No. No, all she knew was that she and Kurt were going out to dinner tonight, and during that she was going to break it off with him. She simply had to. She was happy now, and everything was falling into place.
Which brings us to why May was rooting around in the freezer behind some leftovers that even May wasn't sure what they were. "I know it's back here." May needed to be lucid for this outing. She was a little afraid of Kurt, and she wanted to make sure that she got through it okay. If she didn't think it was real, maybe she wouldn't chicken out. That was essentially her reasoning behind it. Carefully she pulled out what she had been looking for. A carefully wrapped square of tinfoil. "Bingo!" She laid it out on the counter next to her cell phone, which she had been using to text message Kilroy all day long. Even when they had seen each other earlier, May had still texted him little cute messages.
May opened up the tinfoil to find a quarter of a sheet of geltabs. She loved this acid. It reminded her of fruit roll-ups. Blue fruit roll-ups. Which was the best kind. With all the style of a professional, May cut a hit from the sheet, and popped it into her mouth to dissolve. She remembered that it was fairly strong the last time she took it, and started to wrap it up again, since she wanted to keep her head about her. That would be important with the speech she had prepared. She had to explain to Kurt that they just weren't right for each other, and that they both deserved a shot to be happy, and he wouldn't be happy with her, and how she hoped they could be friends, but at the same time didn't really want to ever see him again. The kitchen lights reflected off of the blue gel before wrapping it up completely, and May arched an eyebrow.
Maybe just another hit or two. Just so that she enjoyed this.
***
The crowd was buzzing at Hooters, and May was seated firmly in the circular booth in the back, between Kurt and Cody (whose name was EVER SO MANLY), and 7-8 other guys that May hadn't met before. Not that she really cared at that point. She was just playing Pokemon on her DS, and occasionally texting Kilroy more little messages. 'OMG I MISS YOU~' or 'O HAI BB~ :D' or 'B THERE SOON' or 'U R SOOOOO CUTE ZOMG' or even the elusive 'OMGOMGILU~'. Then again, she had been doing that all day long. All. Day. Long. Since Monday, she had probably sent Kilroy over 500 messages. Easily. She thought it was odd that he wasn't texting back, but there was the show to set up. Oh, Xenu, how she loved Kilroy for being so devoted to his shows.
Kurt had been late picking May up, but that wasn't unusual. He had said something about getting sidetracked with 'men business' and she didn't need to worry herself about it. She figured he had been doing something that she wouldn't have to worry about in the next few hours, because she would be free of him. Free of everything. It was such a wonderful feeling.
The worst thing about dropping acid though was the fact that it made you not taste anything. Which was great if you were on a diet, but May wasn't. In fact, she had gotten rather attached to the Garlic Parmesan Wings and Fried Pickles, since this was pretty much the only place Kurt ever took her to. But her plate sat untouched in front of her, her beer that Kurt had ordered for her was still practically full. It all tasted like cardboard.
On the bright side, all of the lights sparkled in a way that made May smile, and the lines in the wooden table that they sat at slowly crawled up and down their respective planks, occasionally swirling around happily, and May had to keep herself from laughing when she had stared at one of the guys so long his face disappeared. That, and she was kicking ass at Pokemon. When she could remember what buttons to press.
Had May been a little less drugged up, she might have caught Kurt's bruised and bloodied knuckles, and she might have actually paid attention to the laughing at the table that dealt with the retelling of how Kurt beat up some loser because he didn't know how to respect other people's property. No, May was enthralled with her DS, then with the ESPN ticker on the TV, and then with pulling off every single fuzzball from her cardigan. She had never noticed how much fuzz was on it until just now, since everything was so clear.
Kurt had gotten up from the table. May assumed it was to go talk to one of the waitresses, which more than assume, she hoped that was what he was doing. It would make things easier. That's right. She was there to break up with Kurt. But, could she do it with all these guys around? The question swam in her head for a moment before she got confirmation from the TV. 'Just do it.' Just do it? Did they even use that slogan anymore? Did that TV go back to the 90's? What the hell was going on? May watched it carefully, even as Kurt stood in front of it, probably talking to some of the guys about how he prefers a woman's legs to anything else. She didn't know. She had tuned him out.
To Kurt it looked like May was staring right at him as he made his speech. "Babe, I know I haven't been the best boyfriend to you, but I want to change. That's why I've dropped out of Kingdom and am starting training to be a Firefighter on Monday. I want to save other people's lives, so they can see that you saved mine when you came into my life. I want to be a father our children can be proud of, and look up to. Most of all, May Decatur, I want you to be my wife. I can't stand the thought of you being just my girlfriend any longer. What do you say?"
May didn't catch any part of it, except the last two sentences, since the commercials stopped playing on the TV and May stopped thinking it was 1995, and was 98% sure that it was still 2008. "Huh? Really?" May looked at Kurt with astonishment and then a slow smile spread across her face. He was breaking up with her! It was almost as if the day couldn't get any better!
"Yes! I mean, I was going to say the same thing! I was just thinking about it."
A holler came from some of the guys at the table, and some of the waitresses around started clapping, and then May, while she thought that was strange, started clapping along. Maybe it was someone's birthday? Kilroy was going to be so happy. She would make him happy, and she wouldn't give him any reason to be otherwise.
Another round was called for, and then Kurt slid back into the booth, kissing her, and then he slipped the ring onto May's finger. "I knew you'd say yes, May." Well, that's even MORE strange. A break-up ring? She wasn't going to give it back. Maybe it was some weird Scientologist thing that he picked up from his brother. "Of course I would. Why wouldn't I?" "Now, we'll be together forever."
May's face paled at those words, and her stomach turned, "Forever?" Kurt laughed and pulled her in to what tried to be a hug, but really only succeeded in pushing May's face into his armpit. "That's what marriage is all about," he said, high-fiving one of the guys across the table who had just made some joke about the 'old ball and chain' already. May couldn't even articulate the words, and then she felt the change coming on. No. She needed to stay happy. She needed to keep feeling great, otherwise the acid she had taken would turn for the worst. She couldn't let that happen. Not now.