Mean Girls and Ice Cream

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Alastor met me at my apartment when I got off work. The interns had left me in a bad mood all day and all I wanted to do was curl up on the couch with a pint of ice cream and watch terrible movies. 

"I don't really want to go out," I sighed, pulling the carton of chocolate ice cream out of the freezer, opening it, and took a bite. Alastor watched me as though me eating my emotions was humorous. 

"That's fine, we can stay in," He shrugged like it didn't matter. 

I led him over to the couch and sat down before flipping on the TV. Mean Girls was playing and at least I knew how the story ended. Why couldn't life be like that?

Settling in next to me, Alastor watched the screen for a bit before asking, "So what happened at work today?"

I shot him an irritated look, "Do you really want to know or are you just trying to annoy me?"

Alastor chuckled, "My my, you did have a bad day. Yes, I really want to know. You have a tendency to yell when you keep things bottled up."

So I told him. 

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