"We brought you a present," he said, making sure to keep his coat closed over what was hidden in his pocket.
Slightly curious to what it would be, she replied with an enthusiastic "Present? Gimme!" and held up her hands in expectation. Of course, knowing us she should have realised that things are never that easy. Simply show up at a birthday party and give her a present without a joke, a story or at least some major teasing? Never.
"Hold on," he continued, "we have some explaining to do first." I nodded, my amusement written clear over my face, and somehow managed to hold back the insane amount of giggling I felt was due at that point. She sank back in her chair and stared at him expectantly, urging him to get on with the story.
"Do you remember when you told us that we'd make a good couple if only we'd actually get to having sex at some point?"
A blank stare was her only reply.
"Well, Suus and I have been keeping a secret from you. For six months now, we've been gathering money for your birthday present. Every time the two of us slept together, we put 10 euros in a bottle--"
Jumping up from her chair, a finger poking in his chest accompanied by a loud, ear-shattering shriek prevented him from finishing his sentence. "I knew it! I freaking knew you two'd realise it one day!"
"Sit down, Ivana, we haven't finished yet. Don't interrupt him," was my only reply. Things would get weird if she didn't let him finish, and there was no way I could've helped out. The whole story was laughable and it surprised me that he managed to get the rest out with a straight face.
"Anyway, ten euros. Bottle." He hooked an arm around me and grinned. "We wanted the gift to really mean something, so we're handing it to you know." Producing the bottle from his coat pocket, he ceremoniously handed it to her. We shared a look, sat back down and grinned ridiculously.
"You fucking bastards. There's no money in this at all. And there's still some drops of vodka in it."
"That's not true!" I exclaimed. "There's seven cents in there. Did you honestly think we'd sleep together? Urgh. And those coins are really hard to get through a bottleneck, you know."
"Yeah!" he helpfully added. "We put, like, effort in that. Not to mention having to empty the bottle first."
"So you drank a full bottle of vodka" she started, slowly, "before filling it up with seven cents and meeting up with me in the middle of a bar, pretending to have had at least sex and possibly a relationship for six months while in fact you're slightly drunk and not sleeping together at all."
Bright grins met her angry glare. He looked at me and whispered, "I told you she'd love it."
It seems time to brush the cobwebs off my little corner in the world of weblogs and actually get to posting again. Of course, that would leave me with the standard dilemma: what do I write about?
Having a sister that's doing a graphic design study is pretty awesome. She helped me make pepz's birthday present, which was inspired by our mutual fangirling of [this comic].
Am at dauwschijn's place in Leiden, hijacking her internets, and wanted to update about life, the universe and everything... but I have nothing to talk about.
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