Darcy/Steve 2
“I wonder if there is any Canadian wilderness like this,” Darcy muttered to herself as she skinned her wolf kill. It was getting on into evening, she was getting pretty hungry, but something in the back of her mind kept telling her not to go to log off yet. So instead, she was enacting wanton destruction of wildlife and chopping up trees in The Long Dark. “Post-apocalyptic survival is my bitch.”
She almost missed the friends notification- but out of the corner of her eye, a little notification popped up, telling her that SpanglePants had logged on. Apparently one of his roommates had changed his Profile Name, and he just hadn’t bothered to change it back yet. Or didn’t know how? The man had insane reflexes whenever they played together, but his general computer knowledge seemed a little sketchy.
Pausing her game, she clicked on the notification and sent him a message.
Darce-E: Hey!
It took a second, but then the text at the bottom of the chat window said he was typing.
SpanglePants: Hi :)
Darce-E: Been a few days, I was wondering if you were okay. Are you? You’re not stealing hospital wifi or anything?
SpanglePants: Yes. Busy with work, that’s all.
Darce-E: What, your super secret government spy job that you can’t talk about? ;)
She had no idea what he did, whenever she asked he always made vague noises about contracting for the government or something. Whatever. Dude was allowed his secrets.
SpanglePants: Yes.
SpanglePants: I missed you. Talking to you, I mean.
Things had been getting gradually flirtier lately, Darcy had actually been worried she’d scared him off. But if he’d missed her…
SpanglePants: It’s been crazy. I could really just use a hug.
Darce-E: :( Too bad you’re all the way over in DC, I am the best at hugs.
SpanglePants: Manhattan right now, actually.
Darcy stared at her screen in disbelief. She’d never told him she lived in Manhattan. This was… Interesting…
Darce-E: Hey, you know Sandy’s? Meet me there in half an hour and I’ll totally give you a hug.
Oh shit. Had she really just pressed enter? She bit her lip, staring hard at the screen. Nothing for a few seconds. Great. Now he was going to think she was a creepy stalker. “Way to go,” she muttered to herself.
SpanglePants: OK
Wait, what? He said… What?
Darce-E: Great! :) I’ll be the short chick with glasses and a purple unicorn scarf.
It was her meeting-internet-friends accessory. There weren’t too many people around with a bright purple unicorn scarf.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Darcy sped around her small apartment, throwing things in her purse, pushing a comb through her hair, and checking her mascara all at the same time. Just before grabbing her keys and heading out the door, she checked her screen again.
SpanglePants: Can’t wait. :)