Invitation
On the 7th of June, a pink-haired lady hummed as she held a stack of papers close to her chest. Scribbled on the papers with a fresh pen were invitations. Stickers adorned the corners of them. Cats. Dogs. Axolotls. Strawberry liked axolotls. They were chubby and pink. Her favorite. Who didn’t love pink? Idiots, that’s who. If it weren’t for how this society worked, and maybe if she was younger, Strawberry would have loved to have had an axolotl hat in place of her white cat hat.
But, cats were nice too, she thought to herself as she set the letters on her table with a small sigh. Cuddly. A bit.. Standoff-ish at times, but they were cute. Maybe cats did fit her better anyway. Strawberry wasn’t a huge fan of the ocean. It ruined her makeup the few times she had gone. Aesthetic wise? It was lovely. The actual experience, though..? Not her favorite.
Strawberry blew a strand of hair out of her face as she refocused. Right. She had a job to do. A pretty big one.. But she was a businesswoman anyway. Being a nurse wasn’t for the weak! Looking back down at the papers, Strawberry picked one up and skimmed over the appearance of it once more. She’d handwritten most of these.
On the paper, it read,
“INVITATION - 6/23/382
If you’re receiving this letter, you’ve been invited to a party! All party funds have been covered, and the party will include:
Drinks,
Snacks,
Substances (don’t tell the cops),
The party will take place at 8:05 on 6/23/382 at Winston Wood,
don’t be late!
And if you don’t show up at all, I know where you live!~
Signed,
Strawberry.”
It was a pretty solid letter, in her eyes. The writing was pretty. The stickers were popping and neatly placed. The words.. Well, it almost came off as a threat.. But Strawberry didn’t mind! She didn’t mind too much anyway. Not enough to cause her to stop wording them that way. Signed on the back of each letter was the name of each corresponding recipient.
Strawberry had a few notable recipients in mind.
Mouse was one.
A bit older than Strawberry by a few years, Mouse had gone to the same high school as Strawberry. Though the two hadn’t talked much during that time, Strawberry had gotten to know her better through the recent years every time she’d needed a breather and someone to bake something with.
Mouse was well-liked among children in the neighborhood, and well-known for the parties she’d throw for Halloween. Strawberry had been to one or two of said parties, and she had watched as the tall-hatted lady had gifted her younger participants with hand-sewn hats. It was a sweet sight, really.
Strawberry knew Mouse would be useful if she wanted her party, which she’d saved a few hundred or thousand dollars for, to go smoothly. Luckily the two had become closer recently, and Strawberry didn’t doubt she’d be seeing her there.
So, that was at least one willing party member.
Snail was another.
Strawberry knew the fruity mollusk had the hots for her. Most did. It was rarer that women did, though Strawberry wasn’t.. Well, she wasn’t into that.. Women were less dominant than men! Strawberry would never find herself engaging in such activities!..
Is what she told herself.
She and her purple-haired co-worker had had a bit of an altercation during the most recent Valentine's Day. After Strawberry had been dejected once she’d seen her perfectly crafted Valentine’s letter thrown in the trash, she’d suddenly been smacked in the head with a box of chocolates. Once she’d lifted her head to yell at the assaulter, she’d seen a glimpse of Snail running away past a corner.
The two hadn’t talked much after that. But at the very least, Strawberry knew she could expect Snail to show up.
Then, there was someone else..
Doctor Masacrik.
An old coworker who had suddenly vanished. Strawberry had found herself obsessed with him after his initial rejection. She had never really been able to win over the raspberry-haired man’s attention or affection during the time that they’d worked together.
She’d put time aside to search for him, through any means she could. Whether that be through reading old files she probably hadn’t been supposed to have access to or discussing the topic with her other coworkers. Neither Snail nor Buttercup had been of much help.
And yet, a letter with Masacrik’s name sat on her desk. She’d made sure to add extra glitter and color to his.
Someone she wouldn’t be inviting was Buttercup.
… Seriously. Why would she do that? He didn’t exactly stand out to her as someone who loved to party. If anything, the green-haired man would probably cringe out of the room in disgust if he saw a couple kissing. He was as ordinary as could be. Boring! At least Snail could handle an interesting conversation from time to time, Though Strawberry did know the two were friends.
Of course, those weren’t the only people Strawberry was inviting. She had a few.. Special guests she hoped would show up.
Strawberry set her letter down as she leaned back against the desk, staring at the papers for a few more moments before she left the room with another sigh. She’d spent a lot of time preparing for this party. She had thrown a few parties before, but it had been with her parent’s support and the thrill of high school.
She knew what a good party was. She knew people would show up. So, why was she nervous..?
She had to ease up. She had letters to send.
Strawberry decided to pour herself some fizzy soda before she headed to bed.
The party would go alright. It had to. She was Strawberry. She was that girl. She had the location ready for a party. She had all the tasty snacks someone could ask for, all the alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks, streamers, neon lights.. It’d go okay. All that was left to do once she’d mailed the letters out was to sit and wait for the day to come.