It was just an hour before the end of my shift. Sorry, Andy, looks like I wasn’t going to make it. 
Twenty minutes before the evening rush. Already customers were starting to come up to the counter fast and thirsty. 
Now to put our plan into motion.
I had the first part.
Just as another customer came up to my register, I ripped off my ugly smock and slapped it down onto the counter.
“That’s it! I can’t take it anymore! I QUIT!”
Regina came scurrying up to me looking properly shocked for her part.
“No Angie, you can’t go!”
I whipped my head to her, looking dramatic. 
If anyone with even a atom’s worth of acting experience from middle school had seen us, it would be painfully clear that all of this was fake. Thankfully, Nick the Dick wasn’t that smart.
I gasped and clutched my chest.
“I can’t go? But, why?”
Regina also gasped and clutched her own chest.
“Because! Because! . . . I’ve never told you this but (gasp!) I love you!”
I gasped and pressed my hands to my mouth, mostly to keep myself from giggling.
“But, but Regina, I’ve never told you this either (gasp!) but I love you too!”
There was more gasping. 
Holy crap, if we kept this up, we were totally going to hyperventilate.
Regina threw her arms open wide.
“Oh Angie!”
I threw my arms up too.
“Oh Regina!”
Then we wrapped ourselves up in a loving embrace.
The customers at the counter were completely dumbfounded. They knew this was all fake, they just didn’t understand why. 
Nick the Dick was staring at us, his flabby jaw hanging open, in abject horror.
I would bet anything that he had fantasized about making Regina his girlfriend, once the evil giant Angie was slayed. What Regina actually wanted never even crossing his little delinquent mind in his fairytale.
His voice had gone a bit shrieky.
“R-Regina, what are you doing!”
Regina turned to him with a saucy grin.
“What am I doing? This!”
Then she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and mushed her lips against mine. We made all the appropriate “Mmm”ing and smooching sounds, worthy of a cheesy made for TV romance. We mainly kept our mouths smashed together to keep from laughing our asses off.
A goth girl in line for a smoothie clapped and wiped a tear from her eye, muttering.
“That’s so beautiful.”
So I guess there was one other person that believed this.
I pulled away. Okay, this was the part when I was supposed to say that even true love couldn’t make me stay in this shitty job, and I was supposed to turn away clutching my chest and looking dramatic, and Regina was supposed to reach after me vowing undying devotion.
But that’s not what happened.
Before I could say anything, Regina pulled her smock over her head and dropped it to the floor. 
“Oh, and I’m quitting too.”
Umm, that wasn’t part of our plan. What was Regina doing?
She then sashayed over to the juicer and threw a banana in whole and punched the “On” button. The thing almost instantly “Clanked” into a jammed.
Uh, that wasn’t part of the plan either.
She shot Nick another smile over her shoulder.
“Have fun with that.”
She grabbed my hand and gave me a tug, pulling me around the counter.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
My bag was waiting for me under the counter, and evidently so was her’s.
Uuuummmm. This was so far off script, I honestly had no clue what we were doing. Seriously, why even make a script if we weren’t going to follow it? 
We were just supposed to stomp on Nick the Dick’s school boy fantasies, and then ditch him just before the rush hour. She wasn’t supposed to quit! And if Nick tells Andy that Regina jammed the juicer on purpose, yeah she’s definitely fired for that.
We where just blitzing passed Dairy King, when I finally pulled Regina to a less frantic pace.
“Regina, what are you doing? You quit? What? Why?”
Looking over her shoulder at me, she shrugged.
“Do you really think I would want to stay in that shitty job alone with Nick the Dick?”
Hmm, she had a point.
She shrugged again.
“Besides, my uncle has been nagging me to take a receptionist job at his dentist office. I didn’t want to work some place where my uncle would be looking over my shoulder every five seconds, but it would still be better than staying at Groovy Smoothie.”
Oh, so unlike me, Regina wouldn’t actually be unemployed. Okay, that made me feel a little better.
She gave my arm another little tug.
“Come on, we deserve a little pick-me-up.”
By pick-me-up, she meant a pulsing nightclub in the Uni district.
Regina handed me a tiny plastic cup and “clinked” it’s twin against mine.
“Mango, tequila, jello shots.”
A happy surprised smile bubbled over my face.
“Ooo!”
We downed our “drinks” at the same time. Mmm, that was good.
She clapped her hands together, then grabbed my hand.
“Wooo, and now we dance.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Yes, this is what I needed. Drinking, dancing, and just forgetting that this shitty day ever happened. I could deal with the fall out later. And I knew there would be.
There always is.
The night spun away in a blur. 
There was a lot of rounds of drinks and not drinks. There was a lot of dancing, and music pounding, and maybe some drunken stumbling across the dance floor. I think I might have passed out for the taxi ride home, because I don’t remember that part at all. Then there was rumpled sheets, and giggling, and hands that I don’t think were mine going all over the place, along with lips that definitely weren’t mine.
I blinked my eyes awake, to see the twilight of the early hours of pre-dawn streaming through gaps in curtains that weren’t mine. Shifting my bleary eyes around, the curtains were covering a window that wasn’t mine, in a bedroom that wasn’t mine too. 
Well, it’s good that everything matched.
I rolled onto my back to stare at a very nice ceiling without any water stains on it. The sheets and blankets that surrounded me smelled nice. A bit too flowery for my taste, but nice. The pillow cradling my head was nice too. 
I laid there, letting my head clear a little. 
Looking to my side, Regina was there, curled up in the blankets, snoozing.
A quick pat down told me that most of my clothes were still on. My shirt, shoes, and one sock was missing, but that was about it.
Okay, time to go.
I shifted the covers, swung my legs over the edge of the bed as gently as possible, but I guess Regina was a light sleeper.
Slim arms wrapped around my waist, her voice still sounded sleepy.
“Hmm? Where are you going?”
I patted the back of her hand.
“I’ve sobered up enough, so I’m heading home.”
Regina scooted through the blankets to cuddle up to my back, resting her chin on my shoulder. I might have kept most of my clothes on, but Regina definitely did not. In fact, I don’t think she had any clothes on at all.
There was a trace of whine in her voice as she tried to tug me backwards into bed again.
“No, staaaaaaaay.”
I patted her arm a little more urgently.
“I really should be heading out.”
“No, Angie, stay with me.”
Her voice sounded a lot more awake now, with a force pressing her words at me.
I half turned so I could see her face over my shoulder. There was a question in her eyes.
Regina pushed on in my silence.
“I could talk to my uncle, maybe he could give you a job too.”
She tightened her arms around me.
“We could work together, we could commute together.”
She bit her lip and gave me a little nudge.
“We could have breakfast together.”
Oh.
She shrugged.
“There’s enough space for both of us here, even though I know you are totally a clothes horse, no matter what you say.”
I was slowly shaking my head even before her words finished.
“R-Regina, I can’t. I’m sorry, I-I just can’t.”
She pressed her lips together, there was sadness there. A lot of sadness. But she didn’t look surprised. She didn’t ask why.
She nodded and shrugged, her eyes looked a little watery.
“I kind of already knew you weren’t looking for anything serious.”
She shrugged again, a sharp up and down motion.
“I was just kind of . . . hoping.”
I pulled out of her limp arms, quickly gathered my things, and got ready to go. The comfortable, nice room had grown suddenly awkward.
Regina had climbed out of bed too, and was just standing there all alone, hugging herself.
I turned to her again.
“I’m really sorry.”
She shrugged and shook her head, stepping closer.
“We feel what we feel, there’s nothing to apologize about.”
We might not need to talk about how “No” means “No”, and both understand that this was all play, but that doesn’t mean there are never hurt feelings.
She gave me a faint smile and pressed her lips against mine in a little peck.
“Good bye Angie.”
I smiled back.
“Good bye Regina.”
And then I was gone.