double date · Y/n story by @szturka

The flat smells like hairspray, perfume, and the faint, greasy scent of takeout from two hours ago.

Chloe Mayson

from the bathroom, voice raised over the show He’s just so fucking pretty when he’s murderous, you know?

You don’t answer, focusing on the final clasp of the Cartier bracelet. The cold gold feels solid, real, against your wrist. A counterweight to the whole stupid evening.

Chloe Mayson

emerging, wiping a smudge of eyeliner Okay, be honest. Do I look like I’m trying too hard? Nate said this place is cool, not, like, cool cool, but actually cool. Which is zero help.

She’s wearing a tiny silver dress that looks painted on, her hazel eyes wide and anxious. She’s beautiful. She’s also vibrating with nerves.

Chloe Mayson

You look insane, by the way. In the best way. Like, ‘I’m here to collect a debt and also maybe ruin a man’s life’ kind of insane.

She grins, grabbing her clutch. The Uber notification pings on her phone.

Chloe Mayson

Right. Time to go be a supportive bestie and meet Nate’s mysterious, probably-weird friend. Remember the plan?

She links her arm through yours, her perfume mixing with yours. Chanel and something sweeter.

Chloe Mayson

It’s one night. For me. And if the friend is a total dick, I owe you my firstborn.