Cat Fights

You'll eventually meet someone who will rob you covertly. The next thing you know, nothing is left for you. You gave everything you had—your body, heart, and soul. I feel guilty. I am aware that I am slowly sinking into the evil pit I dug for myself.

“But I thought... “I was unable to continue.

"Yes, child. I apologize. I'll be home as soon as this appointment is finished, I swear. Beau said on the other end of the line, "Or I could just let my driver pick you up.”

When I sighed, the elevator opened. Of course no one is here. We've decided to get together at his house today. As for what he had said, I had assumed he was already home. He is still working in his office at this time.

I grinned slightly, "No, it's okay, I'll just wait for you here."

He quotes the line from the movie we watched together, "Alright. Laters, baby."

I rolled my eyes and giggled. “Pay attention to your work, Mr. Spencer!”

I immediately cut off the call when he moaned. While I was walking into his house, a smile never left my face. I grabbed the bags and headed straight for the kitchen to prepare a meal for the group. I had previously purchased some supplies from my unit.

Beau always makes dinner whenever I'm here, so I thought I'd make dinner for the three of us. However, I had to be extra, so I went out and bought some things for a fancy dinner date in his kitchen.

I noticed that Beau never owned silver, but some of my silverware is made of it, as is the wine goblet. In this house, everything is always made of wood or glass. I don't believe I've seen anything silver around here. He does at least don one. Does he, hold on.

I kept myself busy in the kitchen by doing whatever I could. The fact that Beau hasn't yet arrived is also perfect timing. I could set things up, and he'll definitely be surprised.

I completed setting up the table so that all that will need to be served later is the food. I was working away when I heard the elevator open. I started to feel a little uneasy, but in the back of my mind, I knew it would be Beau.

No. Blanco looked around the area before our eyes connected. He and I both kept our eyes fixed on him. He gave me the familiar look he gives me whenever we both appear rational. I have the impression that I'm some kind of alien.

He questioned, "What are you doing here?"

Rolling my eyes, “I ought to be the one to ask you that.”

“Hey, I'm a frequent visitor here; you ought to be responding to my query.”

He spoke while I made a face. I'm now a frequent visitor here as well, so perhaps we can give each other some wiggle room, shall we? "Well, we should get used to bumping into each other here then.”

“Wow, it's not as if I hold any ill will toward you; it's just that-”


I glanced at him and said, "Oh, no? Why? You like me? " while still chopping some things.

His mouth dropped open, and the outrage on his face was indescribable.

Hey, hey, hey, you whoa!

When he became fearful of something I don't know, my eyes widened. He was about to approach me, but a table was there to block his path.

I said, "W-what? Why?"

He asked, madly, pointing at the items on the table.

I turned to face the table. "Uh, table,"

He pointed once more, "No! Those," and I took another look at the table.

He closed his eyes and appeared to be repulsed. He looked away from the table.

I scoffed and touched the goblet that had fallen out of its proper place. "What the hell is wrong with you? These are dishes! Dinnerware!" I said.

He palmed his face, muttered, "Fvcking sh!t.

"Don't you dare say Beau will see that?"

I gave him an odd look. “Of course! Why not? I made this for him, after all.”

He chuckled without irony. He said mockingly, "Yeah? Great! You want to kill him? Thank you.

I let my mouth hang open. I struggled to find the right words to say.

“What's the matter with all these? These are merely the table settings I made for our dinner; what do you mean this will kill him? You're not making any sense, Blanco.”

He gave a slow head shake. Prior to giving me another look, he scratched his head.

You know what, don't worry about it. Just dispose of those or do whatever you want with them before Knight returns.

My teeth were clenched. He appeared to be waiting for me to comply by shrugging. I kept all the foul language hidden inside of me in order to maintain a positive relationship with this person.

Before handling the vegetables, I wiped my hands on the apron. I didn't look at him as I spoke further.

Are you perhaps gay or something?"
"What?" he exclaimed.
"Why? What’s wrong with being gay? Just be honest. "
"Do I appear gay to you? This face? This aura? " He sounded so offended.

I said to him, "Look. You are Beau’s friend, and it appears that you have known him for a very long time. I'm not trying to start a fight.”

"I am!"

He interrupted my speech, and I wanted to roll my eyes but instead I nodded.

“So perhaps I'm curious if you like him.”

He chuckled, "What?"

I let out a shoulder shrug. “I know this is the first time Beau has brought a woman here, but you've told me you come here frequently, so who knows if you two are having an affair or if you just have feelings for him.”

”Bullshit, that is! That's disgusting,” he cried out. “Shut up! "

Before turning his attention back to the table, he exaggeratedly scratched his head and picked at his ears.

"Just f****** take those things out! Why you're getting off topic is beyond me. Heck! "

"See! You're doing it out of jealousy. You most likely-”

He told me to "Shut up."

"How old are you again?" I fought back. He looks young.
"Old enough to command you."
My jaw dropped. "Wow!"
"So now, remove those and-"
"No! Who are you to command-"
"I don’t care about-"
We heard somebody clear their throat, and we both stopped shouting at each other. I gritted my teeth and glared at him. He did the same.

I rolled my eyes and picked up the vegetables to put them in the sink. "See? I could have cooked it already if only you're sane.

He only reacted with a "Ha!"

Beau approached me and asked, "What the hell is going on here?"

I couldn't help but keep glaring at his strange friend. He kissed my forehead, but I was unable to concentrate on it.
I pointed at the table, "I was just trying to make some effort here to surprise you until he barged in and told me to remove those!

“Oh, come on,” said Blanco. “You understand what I'm saying, A-," he paused. “Beau," he said further.

Beau's eyes glanced at the table before returning to me. He turned to face Blanco, and the two of them appeared to be conversing just by looking at one another.

"I'm immune to it now, Blanco, so it's fine."

"What?"
"What?"

When Blanco and I both said the same thing, I glared at him once more. While he was observing us, Beau stroked the tip of his nose.

He addressed his young children like a father: "You two stop."

He whispered to me, "Don't be mad now, okay? Calm down." I scowled.

He walked into the table and reached for the goblet, saying, "And you, Blanco, it's okay. Nothing's wrong.”

“You see shit, dude!”

I straightened my back when I noticed his altered behavior. He appeared to have been injured or electrified upon touching the goblet.

All we could hear were Lucas' mute curses.

“I told you,” Blanco said with assurance.

Beau looked at his hands and said to himself, "What." And I was just standing there, perplexed.

--

At the table, we are all silent. Beau was seated at the head of the table, with Blanco to his left and me to his right. Dinner was served, candles were nicely lit, and Beau’s own dishes took the place of the silverware.

Blanco was glaring at me with his sulky face and I was glaring back. The sound of Beau's labored breathing caused us to lose eye contact. I sat back and cleared my throat.

I swung to face Beau. “We'll season your steak now.”

Blanco stopped my hand just as I was about to reach for the salt. As salty as the salt I was holding, so was my disposition.

“He despises salt.”

I clenched my fist and glared at him.

Beau warned us again, "For goodness sake, you two, stop."

He grabbed the salt from my hands and seasoned his steak, saying, "I'm fine, Blanco. Stop being paranoid."
Yeah? As if I don't remember correctly what happened to you previously?

We looked at Beau. He divided his steak into pieces and began to eat. Blanco was the target of his mocking gaze. Lucas only let out a loud sigh.

I didn't say a word during dinner. It's because I'm attempting to avoid agitating Blanco. I don't feel like arguing right now. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt, for one thing. He might simply be overly protective of Beau. They appear to get along well.

Beau said, "You're leaving after dinner."

”No, I'll remain here.”

I look upward. “What?”

Beau responded, "What the fvck? It's not that your penthouse is too small for you, as$hole.”

“I'm still trying to get the new penthouse I'm looking at, so I'll stay here for the time being.”

I gave him an odd look, just like Beau.

Beau retorted, "What, and as if I'll let you. Fvck off."

He complained, "No! Xena already found out about that penthouse. I'll stay here.

I interjected, "Who is Xena?"

Their eyes both turned to me. They exchanged glances. Beau regarded me as Blanco continued to eat while wearing a guilty expression.