Chapter 6
PROMPT: Things you said with the TV on mute.
Clarke is curled into a ball on the couch and laughing so hard that no sound is coming out. Only the whistle sounds of her wheezing escape her as she clutches her stomach and presses her face into the leather. “Stop,” she croaks, and that only encourages her girlfriends further.
“Oh, wait, look at this dude,” Raven says, pointing at the muted television screen. “Look how stiff he is. He’s so awkward.”
It is one of their favorite games, muting the TV and filling in dialogue for the characters, and Lexa and Raven are rather incredible at it. Clarke is rarely even able to participate from the other two reducing her to gasps and tears. The longer it goes on, the more ridiculous and hilarious it becomes.
“He’s going to hit on this woman,” Lexa says, grinning. She is seated in the middle of the couch, one hand on Clarke’s hip, rubbing her absentmindedly, and the other wrapped around Raven’s foot where it rests in her lap. “Look at her face. She knows. She knows.” She clears her throat and fills in dialogue for the woman. “Clarice, is he looking at me? Is he looking at me? Oh god, no, is he coming over here? He is? Lord, I am not religious, but I will kiss a cross or eat a cracker and pretend it's the body of Christ if you rescue me from this.”
Raven snorts so hard she chokes on her popcorn but then quickly jumps back into the game as the man on-screen reaches the two women at the bar. Sitting up rigidly on the couch, Raven moves her body like she’s waddling over to someone and says, “Hello human woman person. You have nice eye and chin. Pretty. Want date?”
Clarke wheezes so hard she coughs.