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The Law of Entropy Ch 2 - Wynonna "Complicates Everything" Earp (Also on Ao3)

Wynonna (12:46am): i messed up

Wynonna (12:46am): wait

Wynonna (12:46am): maybe not

Wynonna (12:46am): not sure yet

Wynonna (12:47am): waves is gonna kill me tho

Wynonna (12:47am): rip it was nice knowing you

Wynonna (12:47am): of course she hasnt admitted that what youre doing is fake so….

Wynonna (12:48am): lol at me

Rosita (2:12am): i just got off my shift

Rosita (2:12am): and im assuming that youre asleep

Rosita (2:12am): so tell me in the morning

Rosita (2:12am): since you just left me hanging

Rosita (2:13am): bitch move earp

Wynonna (2:15am): i think i need to tell you in person

Wynonna (2:15am): ill come to your place in the morning?

Wynonna (2:15am): and bring coffee instead of punching you in the face :)

Rosita (2:15am): ok

A knock echoed on her door and Rosita eased herself up. Was she expecting someone? Oh right, the text chain with Wynonna came flooding back. Well, at least she was awake this time.

And fully dressed.

“Hello,” Rosita said as she opened the door.

“Hi.” Wynonna pushed by her to get into the apartment. She held up a tray of coffee and a box of donuts, “I bring a peace offering.”

“You actually brought coffee and donuts?” Rosita followed her into the living room and examined the box. “I should let you punch me more often.”

“It’s, well, it’s not just for that.”

Rosita sighed, “What did you do?”

Wynonna ignored her as she looked around the apartment, “Well, this certainly changed in 24 hours.”

“Well, some of us have to study for school.”

“Oh right, you’re a grad student.” Wynonna said and put the box down on a small space that Rosita cleared of papers. “Just like Waverly.”

“Yep.” Rosita said and took the coffee that Wynonna hadn’t and added a couple sugars. “So?”

“I didn’t mean to, okay?” Wynonna said. “I just didn’t really have any other options.”

“Wynonna.” Rosita’s stomach was feeling worse by the second.

“Okay, okay, so last night, Nicole and I got sloshed. As you saw. Though she was definitely more sloshed than me, for the record.”

“I was there, I’m aware of how drunk you were when you left.”

“And so, I say something like, how you’re just fake dating.”

“Wynonna-”

“But I saved it.” Wynonna grimaced. “Sorta.”

“How could you save it?”

“I convinced her that I said that ‘we should fake date.’”

“What?”

“And she agreed.”

Rosita blinked several times. “She, what?”

Wynonna took a large sip of coffee. “She agreed to fake date me.”

“Why?”

“Um, well I told her, maybe then Waverly would see what she was missing out on.”

“Waverly is going to freak out,” Rosita rubbed her temples. Maybe it was still too early for this. “Why can’t they just ask each other out like normal people?”

“Yes.” Wynonna said, “But considering she’s never actually admitted to me that she likes Nicole, she can’t completely blame me.”

“She’s not going to blame you, she’s going to insist that this means Nicole doesn’t like her. God it was bad enough last night with Nicole ‘complimenting’ me.”

Wynonna grimaced, “Yeah, I’d hoped that Nicole would forget about it all in the morning, but,” Wynonna took out her phone, ensuring that the screen was on.

Haughtstuff (10:03am): So, I’ve thought a lot about your proposition last night, and you made some good points, so I think that we should do it. You’re the best, thanks for doing this for me.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.” Wynonna buried her face in her hands.

“She even used perfect grammar.”

“That’s code for, she’s still a little drunk and is trying too hard to make it seem like she’s fine.”

Rosita sighed. “Waverly is extremely insecure because Nicole called me hot last night.”

“Well she isn’t blind even if she’s hung up on my sister and blind about that.” Wynonna smirked.

“Wynonna.” Rosita said, “How are you going to convince Waverly? You guys aren’t believable in the slightest.”

Wynonna just stared at her.

“Right,” Rosita sighed, “She’s hopeless.”

“Yeah,” Wynonna said and took a large bite from her donut.

“Ugh,” Rosita sighed and rubbed her head. “Luckily, I convinced Waverly to date me until the end of the month.”

“So that’s our deadline.”

“Yes.”

“We have to make it terrible for them.” Wynonna said.

“No, we just need to make sure they know that they want each other.” Rosita said. “Somehow with both of them in relationships for the first time in, what two years?” Wynonna nodded.

“You know, this is probably why the closet thing didn’t work out.” Wynonna commented.

“What?” Rosita couldn’t understand how that had to do with anything.

“If you had been there, I’m sure that it would have.”

“Thanks.” Rosita said as a smile crossed her lips for the first time since Wynonna showed her the texts.

“Besides,” Wynonna flopped down on Rosita’s couch and stuffed another donut into her mouth. “This is all your fault.”

“My fault!” Rosita exclaimed. “Fake dating was Waverly’s idea.”

“Yes, and you agreed.” Wynonna shrugged. “If you hadn’t.” Wynonna shrugged, looking far too delighted at the outrage on Rosita’s face. “I know that Nicole and I never would have gotten into this situation.”

Rosita threw one of the sugar packets at Wynonna. “Oh yes, this is totally my fault.” She rolled her eyes, “If I wasn’t here Waverly and Nicole would already be making out.”

“We can never know.” Wynonna said sagely.

“I hate you.” Rosita grumbled.

Wynonna just grinned at her.

“I’m not giving up,” Rosita said, “So now we,” She emphasized the last word, “need to figure out how to convince Waverly that Nicole likes her even though she’s dating her sister.”

Wynonna just chewed on a donut. “I don’t know, but this way, we can play them both right? Like do a double date and ditch them.”

It was the only good idea that Wynonna had shared. Rosita found herself sighing. And not just because the coffee was really good. “Goddamnit Wynonna. You’re actually doing this.”

“I mean I already told Nicole yes.”

Rosita pointed at the coffee, “You owe me coffee for the rest of the week to make up for this.”

“Of course, Boobs McStuffins. It would be my pleasure.”

“Good.” Rosita said, “It can be delivered here at 10am unless otherwise specified. Now, get out, I need to study.”

Wynonna nodded and snagged one more donut.

“And I have to say,” Wynonna said once she stepped outside, “You do look extremely nice, even if I was wishing that you had forgotten to wear pants again.”

“Goodbye.” Rosita said forcefully.

She shut the door with a smile on her face.

Rosita jumped and Jeremy knocked off his binder as the table reverberated with a thud. She glared at Waverly who sighed over the large stack of books she’d just dropped. Every single time. They weren’t in the, make a sound and the librarian will haunt you for the rest of your life section, but they were in the, why do you need to throw twenty pounds of books onto the table without a care section.

Rosita went back to the calculations that were giving her a headache and ignored Waverly as she loudly flipped through the top book. These were hard enough without her sighing.

“Are you alright?” Rosita cut through one of Waverly’s sighs.

“I am having the worst day.” Wavery said.

“Really?” Rosita asked. She probably should have expected this.

“What happened?” Jeremy asked without a trace of annoyance on his face. Why was she surrounded by nice people?

“I was late, because of course my car wasn’t starting, so I took the bus, which is always a mistake. I should have just let Nicole drive me, and then I wouldn’t have spilled my coffee all over the stupid bus. And then Professor Vaughn said that my paper was elementary! A paper on Ancient Sumerian!” Waverly punctated each sentence with a pound on her stack of books. “Not to mention that the creep Will followed me from class to the coffee shop and they were out of non dairy milk!” Waverly stopped. “At least you guys are still here.”

Oh no.

“And Rosita, Will wouldn’t believe me when I told him I was in a relationship, so you better go set him up straight.”

“Right.”

“Aww, you and Nic- ow!” Rosita kicked Jeremy before he could finish his sentence.

“Jeremy,” Rosita said with a patronizing smile, “Waverly and I are in a relationship.”

He laughed, but when they didn’t join him he stopped and looked between them nervously. “Wait, you’re serious? This isn’t a joke?” Long ago, Rosita had filled Jeremy in on Waverly’s non relationship with Nicole, it was one of their favorite subjects when they were procrastinating on a lab. It didn’t help that sadly it was currently the closest thing either of them had to a real relationship. Rosita glared at him and elbowed him in the side. “I mean,” he coughed, “Congratulations! Um, when did this happen?”

“Two days ago, I asked Rosita out. She said yes.” Waverly smiled. If Rosita didn’t know better she’d think that Waverly was genuinely happy with their relationship.

Rosita watched as Jeremy struggled to keep his expression anything other than just shock. “Oh? Wow, I didn’t know you liked her.” An awkward silence met his statement. “That’s cool though,” He nodded his head quickly, “I mean we are all friends so I hope if you break up, not that I’m saying you’ll break up-” Rosita elbowed him again, “Anyway, what prompted you asking her? Her looking totally hot?” Rosita mimed gagging at him

Waverly ignored them, “Have you ever felt you were in a rut?” She stared at them as they looked blankly at her.

“Oh, I thought that was rhetorical.” Jeremy chuckled nervously, “Um, yes you see on one of my projects for-”

“Please don’t continue.” Rosita sighed and Jeremy wisely closed his mouth and nodded at Waverly to continue.

“Well I’ve been in the rut for a very long time.” Two long years, echoed in Rosita’s head, “And I needed to do something about it.”

“And that was to date Rosita?” Jeremy asked. Now he just looked genuinely confused.

“Yes.” Waverly exclaimed like he was the only one who got Final Jeopardy right.

“Basically,” Rosita cut in before Jeremy could ask her something else and force Waverly to continue to pretend she wasn’t in love with someone else, “We think the other one is attractive and we thought why not try it out.”

“You guys certainly live on the wild side.”

Waverly and Rosita shared a look.

“What?” Rosita could only say.

“Oh, um, I mean,” He didn’t seem to realize that he had said his previous comment out loud, “Just that you’re coworkers, and you know we’re all friends, so if you break up, well sorry Rosita, but I’m staying friends with Waverly.”

“Jeremy!” Rosita and Waverly said at once.

“What?” He tried to sink into his chair. “She’s nicer.”

“We actually have some classes together, asshole.” Maybe she shouldn’t tell him it is all fake now.

“Oh, that’s a good point.” Jeremy sighed. “Dang, I’m going to have to reevaluate, don’t break up until I’ve figured it all out.”

“Glad you have so much faith and care so deeply.” Rosita scoffed.

“I have faith, I just, I.” Jeremy gave up, “I’m going to work on my homework now.”

“Good idea.” Rosita said.

Waverly caught Rosita’s eye and they barely managed to keep from cracking up as Jeremy hunched over his textbook, a faint sheen of sweat visible on his brow.

Finals were in three weeks, so they turned back to their own work into silence. Rosita wished she could understand her professor’s logic in assigning a ridiculous amount of work right now. It wasn’t the first time that she was glad that she had elected to get a job at Shorty’s instead of being a TA. One of her lab partners was swimming in not only her own work, but all the work that she had to grade. Bartending might mean late hours dealing with annoying customers, but at least the annoying customers didn’t give her homework she had to review after she was off the clock.

Waverly’s phone beeped, interrupting the silence and almost making Jeremy knock his binder off again, and Waverly scowled. She was hardly one to forget to silence her phone. “Oh it’s Wynonna. Aww, she wants to have dinner with me.”

“You shouldn’t go.” Rosita blurted out before she could stop herself.

“What?” Waverly said, “Why not?”

Rosita had never hated anyone as much as she did Wynonna at that moment. How to explain to your friend that their bad day is going to get a lot worse because the love of their life is fake dating your sister but you’ve been sworn to secrecy and can’t say that? “Don’t you have a lot of studying to do? I know you’ll be doing a make-up essay for Professor Vaughn.”

“He doesn’t deserve any extra work.” Waverly bit out. “The old bastard. No, a nice dinner with Wynonna is exactly what I need. I guess I’ll go check these out if I want to get back on the right bus.”

“I could-” Rosita didn’t get a chance to finish the sentence before Waverly had whirled out of the library. Not that she’d take Rosita up on the ride, Rosita still had another class and Waverly would miss dinner if she waited. Which would probably be a good thing.

“Okay,” Jeremy said, “I thought you said Waverly was in love with her hot roommate.”

“She is. And her roommate’s name is Haught.”

“Okay, first of all, there’s barely a difference! And that’s besides the point! You’re dating Waverly?”

“Yes.” Rosita sighed.

“What the hell are you doing to yourself?” Jeremy reached out as if to give her a light shove, but one look from Rosita had him awkwardly put his hand down.

Rosita laid her head on the table. There was no way that Jeremy would believe her, even if it would be more fun to make him sweat and defend her honor. Not when she had detailed exactly how much of a disaster Waverly was when Nicole came into Shorty’s. “We aren’t actually dating.”

“What!?” Jeremy yelled so loud that Rosita had to clamp her hand over his mouth. They waited, frozen, for several long seconds until they were sure no one was coming to yell at them.

Rosita looked at him, “You better not say anything to Waverly, okay? I know where you live.” He nodded. “We were talking about Nicole at work and she was being stupid, and I told her that Nicole gets jealous. The next thing I knew she was demanding I prove it.” Rosita sighed.

“Prove it?”

Rosita buried her face in her book. God it was worse saying it aloud without a threat to her face. “By fake dating.”

Jeremy just blinked at her. “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Why would that ever work?”

“I don’t actually have much faith that it will. Especially now that Wynonna’s screwed it up even more.”

“Wynonna?”

“Waverly’s sister. Nicole and her got drunk last night and agreed to fake date too.”

“What? So, they know you’re fake dating?”

“Wynonna does because, well she had some similar thoughts as you did. Though a little more violent.” Rosita gestured to her eye that had faded enough so her makeup skills could mostly cover it up. Her professors hadn’t noticed, even if they probably thought it weird she suddenly sat in the back.

Jeremy frowned, “But why would she fake date Nicole?”

“She almost spilled the beans to Nicole,” Rosita sighed, “The only hope is that I got Waverly to agree to do this for a month so she can’t back out once she finds out.”

“She doesn’t know?”

“Not yet.” Rosita sighed. “Her day is about to go from bad to worse.”

“Why didn’t Waverly just tell me?”

Rosita just stared at him. “I didn’t want to tell you and I’m not the one with the undying crush.”

“Okay, fair.” He sat back, “Wow.”

“Yeah.”

Jeremy said. “This is-”

“Absurd.” Rosita guessed.

“Yes. But it’s also-”

“Batshit insane.”

He paused, “You said it. I’m not going to argue. But you need to tell me everything. This is the most exciting thing since that business student accidentally paid for my coffee.” Jeremy sighed.

“Oh please, you know that I’m going to have to vent to someone. And Wynonna is clearly not an option.” Who knows what else she might do? Or say?

Wynonna (10:55pm): so your about to get a shitstorm

Wynonna (10:55pm): just so you know

Rosita (10:55pm): you couldn’t even use the right you’re

Wynonna (10:55pm): no

Rosita (10:55pm): i’m not even home yet, you have to hold her off until then

Wynonna (10:56pm): as you wish mlady

Rosita (10:56pm): you're such a dork

Wynonna (10:56pm): take that back

Rosita (10:56pm): no

She dropped her bag to the ground, not caring that her neighbor might complain about the noise and barely made it to the couch as she collapsed onto her stomach. It would be too much work to get to her bed. Was this really worth it? Studying for what? Working in some pharmaceutical company that would charge ridiculous prices for life saving medicine because they could? Because where else would she be able to find work that would actually pay her enough money to not drown in debt?

Rosita dug her phone out of her pocket and stared wearily at the time. She should go to bed, because she was opening Shorty’s tomorrow and couldn’t sleep till noon. Waverly’s name popped up and Rosita opened the facetime call immediately.

“What’s up?” Rosita’s words died in her mouth as she took in Waverly’s face. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and puffy with mascara smeared down her cheeks.

“They’re dating!” Waverly got out and then let out a little sob. Rosita sighed. Well, now Waverly’s day couldn’t get any worse.

“Who?” Rosita asked, simply for the sake that she didn’t want to receive Waverly’s wrath.

Waverly just sobbed out garbled names. It was utterly incomprehensible even though Rosita knew the answer.

“I didn’t get that.” Rosita said, doing her best to look confused.

Waverly took a hiccupping breath, “Wynonna and Nicole.”

Hearing Waverly say it made it sound even stupider. She couldn’t help herself, Rosita laughed. A loud guffaw that was definitely going to get her neighbor to call the landlord. Waverly was shocked out of her sadness, staring at Rosita like she had lost her mind.

“That can’t be true.” Rosita said between laughs.

“It is!” Waverly said. “Wynonna just told me! That’s why we had dinner!” She let out another sob. “Nicole doesn’t like me, ok? Why would she go out with my sister?”

Rosita finally figured out how to stop laughing and cursed Wynonna for the umpteenth time. “Hey, hey, maybe it’s just because you're off the market? Nicole likes you so now she gets the next best thing?”

“That’s horrible! Nicole would never do that to Wynonna.” Which, fair. Even when she said it she hated it. “Rosita, there’s no point, let’s break it off.”

“I didn’t even know Wynonna liked girls.” Rosita tried. Not that she really believed that. Wynonna had complimented her chest a little too many times for it to be just platonic admiration.

Waverly stared at her. “Are you serious?”

“Well, I suspected, but,” Rosita shrugged.

“ Rosita, stop distracting me. I’m done. We’re done. Okay? We tried and it clearly didn’t work!”

“Waverly.” Rosita threatened.

“Come on, you can’t possibly think-”

“You promised me a month.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll let you pick the next month's shifts too.”

Rosita fisted her hands so that her fingernails dug into her palms. “No.”

“Two months.”

“It cannot possibly be worth two months.”

“Three.”

“Waverly.” Rosita warned, sure that she was drawing blood.

“I will go to four.”

Rosita stomped her foot, a part of her pleading to take it. If they broke up, obviously Nicole and Wynonna would, and then the two could resolve the whole issue. After all, they’d have to talk about why they both had the shortest relationship possible.

But no, Rosita sighed, there was no way that they were going to go back to anything more than frigid roommates who probably bit their towels when they masturbated about the other. Though, they were probably both unwilling to masturbate thinking about the other because that wouldn’t be honorable or some shit. No wonder Waverly was so wound up, there was no way she was sexually satisfied. And even getting the best shifts for four months was not worth the pining that would make every shift unbearable long after the four months were up.

“I won’t do it.”

“Are you serious?”

“You better thank me at your wedding.”

“Ros-”

Rosita hung up and fell onto her couch.

Rosita (11:41pm): you owe me

Rosita (11:41pm): big

Wynonna (11:41pm): i kno

Rosita (11:42pm): i could have gotten four months

Rosita (11:42pm): FOUR

Wynonna (11:42pm): ill make it up to you

Rosita (11:42pm): coffee

Rosita (11:42pm): for a year

Wynonna (11:42pm): didnt kno we were that serious

Wynonna (11:43pm): but ya we can move in together

Rosita (11:43pm): 🙄

“You’re being ridiculous.” Waverly said as she entered Shorty’s.

“Hello to you too.” Rosita answered and glanced at Jimmy who gave a small smile. She got a good look at Waverly and did her best to ignore that Waverly’s eyes were puffy and red, her hair messy and not in her usual wavy curls.

Rosita was glad that the first time she saw Waverly was at Shorty’s. It felt mean, Waverly was her good friend, maybe even her best friend, but Waverly couldn’t exactly break down while they were working. Well she could, but Waverly hated being messy in public, especially when she was in Purgatory.

“Please, Rosita, you can pick for four months!”

“Look, I’m not going to end this,” Rosita hissed away from any of the patrons. “Because one, I’m not being broken up with after a day, and two, I’m not having both Wynonna and Nicole hunt me down for hurting your feelings or some other garbage.”

“They would never-” Waverly cut herself off. “Okay, Wynonna might, but Nicole wouldn’t.”

Rosita shrugged and congratulated herself that the excuse, which had taken way too long to think of, worked. “Just come on, we haven’t even had a fake date yet.”

“A fake date?” Waverly said.

Rosita tossed the rag she was cleaning the bar with aside and rolled her eyes, “Are you really telling me that you haven’t considered that we need to convince Nicole that we are actually dating? That you need to rub it into her face, so you can see if she actually gets jealous?”

“I don’t want to rub it in her face!” Waverly looked like she was going to cry again.

“You think she won’t with your sister?” Rosita had to cough down a laugh at the mental picture. How Wynonna convinced Waverly was beyond her. “Now I don’t know either of them extremely well, but Wynonna has never been subtle.”

“So, obviously Nicole won’t be jealous, she’s in a relationship.” Waverly said. “You understand this right? That this is all for naught? A complete waste?”

“Maybe she’s not in a relationship with the Earp she wants.” Rosita shrugged. “Now come on, those two just walked in and you better go help them.” Waverly huffed and marched over without a backwards glance.

Jimmy waved her over and as Rosita gave him another beer as he asked, “What’s wrong with her?”

“Waverly?” He nodded. Rosita sighed, “It’s well, Nicole and Wynonna are dating.”

Jimmy almost knocked over his new beer in shock and Rosita shot him a commiserating smile. He waved her away, staring at Waverly with a mix of pity and depression. Of course, Jimmy always looked a little depressed.

The shift was mostly fine, Waverly mostly just ignored Rosita and she thought that she had lucked out through the worst of it. At least until Rosita found Waverly crying in the basement when she was supposed to be fetching more vodka.

“I’m fine, really.” Waverly said as she stood and wiped her eyes.

“Waverly.”

“Really.” Waverly hefted the box of vodka and scurried up the stairs before Rosita could say anything else.

Short of dragging Waverly back down the stairs herself, there wasn’t much Rosita felt she could do on the job. And leaving the patrons without a bartender for that long seemed like a recipe for disaster.

“Hey.” Rosita grit out to Wynonna once she came back up with the box of whiskey. “You’re here.”

“Yep!” Wynonna grinned and then said loudly as she slapped Nicole’s back, “I’m here with my smoking Haught girlfriend.” Waverly had ducked behind the counter, and seemed determined to stay out of their sight.

“Wynonna,” Nicole sighed, “You don’t need to announce it to the whole bar.”

It was too late. The din of the customers had died and they were staring at Nicole and Wynonna with varying looks of disgust, confusion, and shock.

“Oi!” Wynonna yelled at them, “Stop staring, or should I remind you I’m a crazy bitch!” Her hand went to her hip as if to reach for a gun.

Everyone turned back quickly.

“You certainly have a way with people.” Rosita said.

“Ain’t that right sugar tits.” Wynonna said.

“You can’t say that.” Nicole said. “Wynonna.”

“Right, right, no flirting with other women.”

Waverly let out a squeak and Wynonna tried to peer over the bar, “Do you have rats here?”

“No!” Rosita said as Waverly darted away, keeping her head ducked under the counter, “The rubber mats squeak sometimes.”

Wynonna eyebrows quirked up. She then looked at where Waverly was standing up and back at Rosita. Rosita rolled her eyes, what did she want her to say?

“Hey Waverly.” Nicole called across the bar.

“Hi.” Waverly answered shortly, “Rosita can help you.” She turned away and missed the despair on Nicole’s face.

“So what can I get you?”

“Whiskey!”

“A beer.”

Wynonna turned around at Nicole, “No girl of mind can settle for just a beer.”

“I-We have work tomorrow.” Nicole protested.

“And we’re dating.”

Nicole opened her mouth and then sighed at Rosita, “Fine, whiskey.” She completely deflated as she stared at Waverly’s turned back.

Rosita went to make their drinks and stared at the two of them. How long would it take before Nicole realized that Wynonna was going to mess with her as much as possible?

Probably the whole month.

Rosita handed them their drinks and then moved away as quickly as possible before Wynonna could do something else. Jimmy waved her over for another glass and as she handed it to him, he nodded towards the two, now seemingly bickering over napkins?

“They’re quite the pair.”

“Yeah.” Rosita said.

“I’m certain that they love each other very much.”

“Of course.” Rosita agreed easily. They weren’t in love with each other, but Rosita knew that they loved each other, even if they’d both rather die than admit it.

“Not sure they’re a couple.”

“Jimmy!”

He shrugged, his eyes sparkling. “If this is their idea of a date.”

Rosita shook her head but walked away before he could question her more. And because people needed drinks. Obviously.

But a date, Rosita thought as she doctored up some more drinks, Jimmy was right about that. And she had promised something to Waverly.

“Waverly.” Rosita said carefully from near Wynonna and Nicole.

“Hmm?” Waverly asked. Rosita had to admire that she’d somehow covered up almost all of the evidence that she’d been crying.

“Are you still down for our date tomorrow?” Rosita asked.

Two things happened at once. Nicole sputtered and coughed on her drink behind Rosita and Waverly dropped the rag she was holding. Rosita was very happy it was only a rag. Waverly’s eyes widened and her voice squeaked, “A date?”

“Yes.” Rosita shot her a forceful look, “Since we aren’t working or studying tomorrow I thought we could do something fun tomorrow. Together.”

Waverly’s eyes narrowed fractionally, but she nodded. “Yeah, I told you I’d be down.”

It was wholly unconvincing, but Rosita would take what she could. “Excellent.” Rosita nodded. “I’ll pick you up at 7.”

Waverly nodded and turned around and Rosita chanced a look at Nicole. She was staring at her empty whiskey glass like Rosita had just shot her dog. Or cat. Rosita was pretty sure she had a cat.

Wynonna, on the other hand, was looking like the cat had caught the canary, and waved Rosita over. “Rosita, be a dear and get us two tequila shots, some salt, and some lime.”

Nicole shot up in her seat, “Wynonna, no!”

“Wynonna, yes.” Wynonna grinned. Rosita handed her the supplies and watched from what she deemed was a safe distance away. “I won’t make you crawl up on the bar.” Wynonna said, loud enough for Waverly and Rosita’s benefit, “I’m a good girlfriend like that. But c’mon, we’re here, together and loving each other, let’s do a shot.”

“We’re working tomorrow!” Rosita knew that Nicole had already lost. She’d lost since she sent that text. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her up, but Wynonna was placing the lime between Nicole’s teeth, licking her hand, and pouring out the salt. Nicole hesitated a moment before following Wynonna’s lead.

Rosita glanced back at Waverly who was gripping a pitcher of beer so hard, Rosita was surprised she didn’t splinter the plastic. Her eyes were narrowed on the two, and as Wynonna licked Nicole’s hand, downed the shot, and her lips brushed over Nicole’s as she got the lime, Waverly wheeled around, her expression thunderous, and marched into the bathroom.

It was a pity, Rosita thought, she missed out on Nicole awkwardly repeating the motions on Wynonna looking like she’d rather die. Wynonna shot a wink at Rosita who had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

One thing was sure, Wynonna was going to be the death of Nicole.

And maybe Waverly.

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