The Idiocy of Life (GirlxGirl)

4. Dan-Dan Noodles

Hi!

I am so sorry this has taken so long. I'll try my best to make sure it doesn't happen again.

Beware there is cursing that I did a dash for. There should be a little funny scene I hope you'll like.
Background: at Chinese Restraunt

The music was annoying me. It was too triangle-ly and text tone like.

It was liking hearing that one super annoying ringtones of the chimes going over and over again.

Ruby hated it too.

"Goddamnit, this music suuuucccckkks," she drawled out the word, jerking her head back in an obnoxious manner.

"It does," I mused, my eyes skirting around to the old Chinese couple who stood in the corner of the room, glaring at us as if we were wild beasts.

Which we kinda were.

The old woman shuffled over to us, a hesitant look in her brown eyes.

"Hello, ladies," she said, trying to sound sincere, "what may I get you guys to drink?"

She looked at me with curious eyes.

I mean, I must not have looked great.

I was wearing a black, long sleeve lace dress, my mascara was running, and my eyes were dark with exhaustion.

But I must have looked more sane than Ruby. Or at least, more appropriate than her.

"Some tea would be nice," I smiled.

Ruby looked at me as if I were a lunatic. "Tea?" she exclaimed, as if she was going to strangle me. Then she said:

"Can I have the strongest liquor you have? Like some Grey Goose vodka or whatever Chinese make the pain and memories go away drink?"

Something about her tone set me off as she rambled on about pain and memories.

She seemed to be suppressing a lot of hatred.

"How old are you?" the old lady asked.

"22," Ruby said without the slightest hesitance.

The woman looked skeptical for a moment, but eventually shrugged and retreated back into the kitchen.

I leaned towards her, "Are you really 22?"

She laughed, "Nope. I'm 17."

I wanted to call her out. Report her for underage drinking.

But what good will that do either of us? We've both been screwed over by the thing people call life.

"What school do you go to?" I asked, trying to hide my condescending tone.

She laughed again, "I'm too cool for school."

Okay. I know I said the school was ridiculous. But not even going to school was much worse.

Not only is poverty more likely for people without a college degree, but it is illegal to not send your child to school.

I was speechless.

With that, she burst out laughing. I was prepared for her to tell me she was at some prestigious college or something.

But she didn't.

She just laughed.

She continued to laugh as the woman came back.

"Your drinks will be right out," she assured us. "But until then, can I take your orders?"