thursday

"I do! I like the weird shit! I just... ok, I'll go."

"You're so easy," Costella said. She sipped her beer. "Yum, foam."

"What about you?" Christian asked her. "You wanna come?"

"Brad got Red Sox tickets! I'm so excited!" Brad was her boyfriend. He was not a sports fan. Costella, however, was. Baseball and basketball were her preferred sports, and she didn't care who was playing, as long as the teams were pretty well matched. She did like the Sox, though. And she was surprised her boyfriend was shelling out for tickets this early in the season, before anyone could really judge how well any of the teams were going to do.

"Who are they playing?"

"Who cares!" She drank her beer, or rather her foam, and wiped her lip on her sleeve. "No, I know who they're playing, I just can't remember. But I don't care. It's early in the season, I'm still forming opinions. I hope it doesn't get rained out."

( It's not supposed to rain. )

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