Dani, Josie, and Michelle had been friends since they were in high school.
When Dani was just an angry little freshman that was dabbling in her goth phase, Josie and Michelle had been a junior and a sophomore respectively. Once they were brought together by mutual friends and interests, the three of them quickly became their own little clique; they were an angry little murder of crows that would squawk around awkwardly while doing cringe shit and typing uwu every other message.
Now they ironically said uwu, as a barely successful trio of twenty-somethings living all but literally paycheck to paycheck.
By the time that Dani had fully rolled out of bed, made herself look halfway decent, and found a work shirt that fit, Michelle had already returned from her quick trip through the drive-thru. They lived a sidestreet away from a twelve-brand marathon of six fast food joins on either side of them before it took you to the highway, so it wasn't like there was much of a drive ahead of her. Besides, Dani was slow in the mornings.
"Did you get me jelly?" Dani held her two wrapped biscuits in both hands as she stared down into the empty bag, "I asked for jelly!"
"No, Josie didn't tell me jelly."
"You didn't tell me you wanted jelly!"
"I thought I did." Dani just barely held back an eye roll and an audible sigh as she turned into the kitchen, put her biscuits down, and went to the fridge, "It's whatever though, I've got some."
"That's so gross, you don't actually do that do you?" Michele whined from the couch
"It's good!"
"No wonder your ass is fat." Josie snorted, "Next time you complain about your weight I'm gonna remind you that you put jelly on chicken bicuits."
"Well mleh." Dani sniffed and stuck out her tongue, joining her roommates in the living room with freshly jammed biscuits in tow with her Pepsi, "I don't need anyone else telling me that I eat like shit."
The three of them had been friends for the better part of a decade at this point. And in the time that it had taken Dani to grow from an awkward white-trash goth girl into the more well-adjusted, if still plump and unfiltered, can of Goth Gf Material that stood in the kitchen Josie and Michele had matured in the sense that they had been able to buy beer for Dani when they turned 21, but not in the way that Dani was comfortable asking them to take care of anything more complicated than whatever was going to be for dinner that night.
And sometimes, even then.
That isn't to say that Dani didn't love them and that they weren't her best friends, but she was even acknowledged by Josie and Michele as the responsible one. Granted, when they said it they were usually being cunts about something, but that's neither here nor there.
Josie, nursing a weed hangover from the night before, was technically the one making the most money here. She did work-from-home stuff as a programmer outside of like, two days a week going to some office downtown, and was technically the one renting this old mill house. She'd always been kind of lanky, but wore the lack of weight well enough; if not for looking a little more boyish than either Michele's softer features or Dani's rounder ones.
"Like we don't all eat like shit."
Her short, nasal laugh was annoying, but far less annoying than when she was high out of her mind watching vines for three hours at 6 'o' clock on a Tuesday afternoon when Dani got off.
"Putting jelly on it is eating like shit." Michelle took a big, healthy bite of her first biscuit, "The biffcuit'f finf."
Michelle was something of a happy medium between Josie and Dani. She wasn't as tall and birdy as Michelle, but she wasn't as short and pie-faced as Dani. And for finding that personality, God had graced her with an hourglass figure that had led her flirt her way into a bar one time when she was sixteen, and had only continued to work miracles for her ever since. Granted, now that she didn't live as an only child with her parents all the time, she couldn't afford to keep herself looking too stylish. But the amount of pity that the terminally dateless Josie and the ever-surly Dani had for her putting on a few pounds since slumming it with them was not much.
Josie, Dani, and Michelle had been friends for long enough that they could talk shit about each other first thing in the morning like this without getting anyone too uptight. Sure, it could go beyond just friendly banter at times, but the stresses of being three twenty-somethings slumming it in Bumfuck South Carolina were enough to get to anyone sometimes.
All that being said, Dani often wondered if it have killed them to do a fucking chore once in a while.
"You work today?" Josie barely turned her head as she attempted to gage Dani's attention away from the breakfast an internal criticisms
"Not til later." Dani munched and crunched her way through the contrast of sweet, spicy, and savory, "I'm closing today."
"Oh sick." Josie nodded noncommittally, "Any plans?"
Dani paused to chew for a bit, and swallowed a sip of her Pepsi...
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