Drunken Mistake..........or not? #Wattys2015

Surprise Encounters

Surprise Encounters

Cassandra

“Cassy, honey, would you mind going with Marcie to the confectioner’s?” Martina

asked, I gasped. What the hell happened to her? Naina silently asked me. I shook my

head in misery, cause unknown.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” I said awkwardly, she beamed at me.

She freaking BEAMED!

I was still going crazy with my internal monologue, so Naina came to my rescue.

“I’ll come too!” she chirped enthusiastically. Martina’s smile wavered but she

managed to hold it in place. Ah! I know exactly what’s going on.

“Sure, the more the merrier. Right, Martina?” I chimed before she could open her

mouth. She looked calm and happy but I was acutely aware of the rage brewing on

the inside. I smiled inwardly.

“Of course.” She almost gritted out. Naina and I secretly snickered. Trying to hold

onto her last piece of dignity, she turned around in a way she thought she was being

highty-mighty, but she turned with so much force and she ended losing her balance

and fell flat in her ever-so-big-butt. God, my resolve flattered and the laughs that I

had taken pains to conceal came out in a tidal wave. Everyone laughed while

Martina sat there on the floor, red with rage.

“Oh god, this is like so awesome!” Marcie exclaimed, looking at the cake in awe.

Naina and I shared a look of disgust. “See, oh how good we look together!” she

screeched, just like she had been doing for the past hour. We simply smiled and

nodded. I grimaced. Tell me again, why did we agree to this? Naina asked furiously.

Sorry, I cringed. She simply raised an eyebrow, I looked at her in remorse. Marcie

shrieked again at god knows what. Standing all this time, my feet were starting to

hurt a little.

“Marcie, why don’t you look though the things while Sims and I explore?” I made

an excuse so as to not make her suspicious. She simply waved at me. I scowled but

got out of there quickly.

“What was that?” Naina asked when we were at a safe distance.

“My feet hurt.” I grimaced.

“You shouldn’t have worn those shoes.” She quipped.

“I know, but she was practically dancing on my head for them. I wore them just to

ward her off.” I grimaced, she looked at me with sympathy before pulling out the

nearest chair. I gave her a grateful glance and sank into it. “So, did you like any

cake?” I teased Naina.

“Why do you ask?” she asked, looking at me with suspicion.

“No, just that your next in line. I mean with the whole thing with Santiago…..” I