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The door jingled softly as Mark pushed it open with a huff. Not the dramatic entrance he was hoping for, but it would have to do. Courtney from behind the counter raised her recently pierced eyebrow while Tabitha looked up from ripping napkins into little bits out of sheer boredom.
Well things were about to get a bit more interesting at the Smoothie Groovy.
"David's not here." Courtney said flatly, watching Mark's face go from red and sweaty to redder and sweatier with mild amusement. "He's not scheduled to come in for another-"
"I'm not- WHY do you ALWAYS assume I'm only here for David?!" Mark spat, before huffing and puffing his way out of the doorway and in front of the counter. "Maybe I want a smoothie! Did you ever THINK about that?!"
Courtney sighed. She still had 2 more hours of her shift and she could tell they were going to be a LONG two hours.
"Welcome to the Smoothie Groovy - what can I get-?" Mark started waving, cutting off her rather dry and lackluster customer service sales pitch.
"Oh no you don't! The last time I bought a smoothie from you, you CURSED me!"
Courtney and Tabitha shared a look from across the shop. Mark crossed his arms and pouted before continuing.
"You put some kind of...SPELL on me! What's in these smoothies, huh?!" He glared at the menu above them, before jabbing his finger accusingly at the specials. "Eye of newt? Dead man's toe?!"
"It's mostly ginseng." Courtney snorted, while Tabitha snickered behind her hand.
"You're serious? You ACTUALLY think we're witches with magical powers?”
The Witches of the Creek went from snickering to full blown cackling, while Mark flushed and turned his head away. Stuffing his hands in his jean pockets.
"...everyone at the Creek said you were…" He mumbled, while scuffing his boots on the linoleum tile. Kicking at a stray piece of straw wrapper.
"Dude! Everyone at the Creek is like…10 years old.” Tabitha pointed out, making Mark curl in on himself like a little shrimp.
Courtney, feeling a twinge of sympathy for her co-worker's annoying little friend, softened.
"Mark...why do you think you've been cursed?" She asked as gently as she could (which still wasn't very.) Mark slumped into the nearby chair across from Tabitha and stared up at the fluorescent ceiling until he saw spots in front of his eyes and was forced to look at them again.
"...it's just...I knew things would be DIFFERENT after we made up..."
Tabi, who had been busy fixing her eyeliner in her reflection in the napkin dispenser, looked up.
“Woah, back up…between you and who…?”
"...me and David..." Mark admitted so quietly, the two goth girls almost didn't catch it.
But they did. And they shared a knowing look.
"Ooooooh..." They said in unison.
"What? What?! What does that mean?!" Mark started to get out of his chair, but Courtney gestured for him to stay put. She figured the big nerd would NEED to sit down after hearing the lesbian wisdom they were about to drop on his ass.
"Mark...tell us. Tell the good Witches of the Creek..." Tabitha began, talking to Mark like he was a smile child and not a full year and a half older than she was. "Does David make you tongue-tied? Sweaty? More than usual anyway..."
"Y-yes...how did you...?" Mark stammered, sounding maybe even slightly afraid. He DID think they were actual magical beings after all...
"And does he invade your dreams? Rob you of your sleep?" Tabitha slapped her hands on the table as she leaned over, invading Mark's personal space. "Do you wake up in the sticky ectoplasm from another realm-?!"
"EW! GROSS, Tabi! I work with yogurt all day!" Courtney cut her off, before turning to Mark who turned so red he looked like a zit about to pop. "Mark, listen. You're not cursed, okay? You're just...how do I put this delicately…”
Luckily for Courtney, and unluckily for Mark…
"You're gay and in love with David.”
…Tabi beat her to the punch. Blunt as ever, while checking her make-up in the napkin dispenser again.
"WHAT?!?!"
END!