A Night of Firsts (pt. 1?)
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nyanderenekoWord Count: 829
Summary: Mitzi pulls some strings to organize a special arrangement that Nova has admittedly fantasized about for some time, suddenly finding herself roped into an unexpected predicament she won’t soon forget.
*Author’s Note*: I had a hard time coming up with a good prompt for this, and to be completely honest it isn’t really Halloween themed at all orz shame on me, I know, I’m sorry! In an attempt to make things a little more acceptable, I decided the party/part 2 follow up that I will (hopefully) get to at some point will just involve a Halloween themed party…which means this piece still counts, right? Even if it doesn’t I’m happy with how this turned out, I know it’s another abrupt ending but I really liked the cliffhanger and enjoyed writing the platonic interaction between Nova and Mitzi…they’re good friends, even if Mitzi doesn’t really have any qualms finding trouble to get Nova into. She’s just trying to be a good wingman, after all ;D based on a prompt i got on my self insert blog!
“You did this!” Nova turned to see the culprit she was addressing sitting nearby. A chestnut haired woman with a smug, self-satisfied smile on her face. “You set this whole thing up…it’s your fault.”
“My fault? I thought you’d be thanking me,” the sly schemer, also commonly referred to as Mitzi, replied as she raised a hand to her chest. “After all, isn’t this the kind of situation you’ve been so desperately awaiting?”
“Well yes…and no,” the flustered party admitted, twirling a strand of the dark, soft waves that framed her face. “And I certainly wouldn’t say it like that! I mean, I’m happy about it. But I’ve also never been more nervous about anything in my entire life.”
“It’s just a party. You’ve been to plenty of those before. And so has he! You’ve even been at the same parties together, if you can believe it.”
“Oh hush,” Nova huffed, the indignance in her tone undermined just slightly by the anxiety that accompanied it. “This time isn’t the same as the rest and you know it. That’s why you organized it this way!”
“I still don’t understand why you’re so distraught,” Mitzi mused as she absently swirled her drink. “I half expected him to reject my proposal altogether. Well…he probably would have if the suggestion hadn’t come from Atlas’s mouth, so let’s just make sure that little detail stays between us. However, the fact that he’s even willing to give it a chance is already a sign that you need to go all in on this. You might never get another opportunity like it.”
The opportunity to dance with him…well, that prospect was honestly taking things too far. Jumping to conclusions, to hopes that were likely to remain unfulfilled; much wiser to keep them to herself. She would simply be attending a formal function as his partner, his plus one, so to speak. Certainly not in an overtly romantic context, although she couldn’t seem to keep her thoughts from straying back to that line of thinking no matter how hard she tried. It wasn’t even that significant of an occasion, nothing that warranted making this kind of fuss over; she knew her friend was right on that account. But she also knew that Mitzi hadn’t gone about arranging this little situation in an unbiased manner, either. Chances were she’d done what she could to convince Atlas to convince him to just go along with whatever she wanted…and, in the end, her charms had worked their magic like they always did.
“They don’t throw parties like this every day, you know,” Mitzi continued, pulling her friend closer with a devious shimmer in her eyes. “And more than that, you know he avoids them to the best of his ability, especially the social aspect.”
“Doesn’t that also imply that pushing him to go is a bit too far? Or I can call it encouraging, if you prefer something a bit less hostile.”
“Nothing about this situation is hostile. Nothing could ever be more hostile than he is.”
“I don’t think that’s a very fair assessment.”
“Well, I do. But there’s no point in getting sidetracked, arguing about something as petty as this. You’re just trying to get out of it and you know it. I don’t think I’ll ever manage to understand why. Can’t you just enjoy the evening I’ve worked so hard to orchestrate for you?”
Nova put her head on the table, feeling rightly defeated by her friend’s self-congratulatory rhetoric. “All you did was pull some strings with Mr. May because you knew if the suggestion came from him, Mordecai wouldn’t be able to say no.”
“And I was right!” Mitzi asserted proudly, patting her friend on the back. “Now stop sulking and toast with me, to my impeccable success as a matchmaker!”
“You told me to think about this like it’s just any other party,” Nova reminded, crossing her arms as she sat up. “So which is it?”
“It’s going to be a night of firsts,” Mitzi declared, sipping her drink while she was at it. “What kind of firsts has yet to be seen. But I’m looking forward to it, and I think you should too. For all you know he could be looking forward to it just as much.”
I highly doubt that. Nova considered the possibility for a moment, ultimately deciding it would be best not to dwell on it. A night of firsts…of course that meant the outcome could still go either way. She needed to get her ducks in a row, to prevent the distractions of her heart from overriding the sensibleness of her head. She wasn’t having the best luck with that thus far, but she still had a few days before the event was upon her. That should have been more than enough time for her to adequately prepare herself. At least, that’s what she wanted to believe.
Summary: Mitzi pulls some strings to organize a special arrangement that Nova has admittedly fantasized about for some time, suddenly finding herself roped into an unexpected predicament she won’t soon forget.
*Author’s Note*: I had a hard time coming up with a good prompt for this, and to be completely honest it isn’t really Halloween themed at all orz shame on me, I know, I’m sorry! In an attempt to make things a little more acceptable, I decided the party/part 2 follow up that I will (hopefully) get to at some point will just involve a Halloween themed party…which means this piece still counts, right? Even if it doesn’t I’m happy with how this turned out, I know it’s another abrupt ending but I really liked the cliffhanger and enjoyed writing the platonic interaction between Nova and Mitzi…they’re good friends, even if Mitzi doesn’t really have any qualms finding trouble to get Nova into. She’s just trying to be a good wingman, after all ;D based on a prompt i got on my self insert blog!
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“You did this!” Nova turned to see the culprit she was addressing sitting nearby. A chestnut haired woman with a smug, self-satisfied smile on her face. “You set this whole thing up…it’s your fault.”
“My fault? I thought you’d be thanking me,” the sly schemer, also commonly referred to as Mitzi, replied as she raised a hand to her chest. “After all, isn’t this the kind of situation you’ve been so desperately awaiting?”
“Well yes…and no,” the flustered party admitted, twirling a strand of the dark, soft waves that framed her face. “And I certainly wouldn’t say it like that! I mean, I’m happy about it. But I’ve also never been more nervous about anything in my entire life.”
“It’s just a party. You’ve been to plenty of those before. And so has he! You’ve even been at the same parties together, if you can believe it.”
“Oh hush,” Nova huffed, the indignance in her tone undermined just slightly by the anxiety that accompanied it. “This time isn’t the same as the rest and you know it. That’s why you organized it this way!”
“I still don’t understand why you’re so distraught,” Mitzi mused as she absently swirled her drink. “I half expected him to reject my proposal altogether. Well…he probably would have if the suggestion hadn’t come from Atlas’s mouth, so let’s just make sure that little detail stays between us. However, the fact that he’s even willing to give it a chance is already a sign that you need to go all in on this. You might never get another opportunity like it.”
The opportunity to dance with him…well, that prospect was honestly taking things too far. Jumping to conclusions, to hopes that were likely to remain unfulfilled; much wiser to keep them to herself. She would simply be attending a formal function as his partner, his plus one, so to speak. Certainly not in an overtly romantic context, although she couldn’t seem to keep her thoughts from straying back to that line of thinking no matter how hard she tried. It wasn’t even that significant of an occasion, nothing that warranted making this kind of fuss over; she knew her friend was right on that account. But she also knew that Mitzi hadn’t gone about arranging this little situation in an unbiased manner, either. Chances were she’d done what she could to convince Atlas to convince him to just go along with whatever she wanted…and, in the end, her charms had worked their magic like they always did.
“They don’t throw parties like this every day, you know,” Mitzi continued, pulling her friend closer with a devious shimmer in her eyes. “And more than that, you know he avoids them to the best of his ability, especially the social aspect.”
“Doesn’t that also imply that pushing him to go is a bit too far? Or I can call it encouraging, if you prefer something a bit less hostile.”
“Nothing about this situation is hostile. Nothing could ever be more hostile than he is.”
“I don’t think that’s a very fair assessment.”
“Well, I do. But there’s no point in getting sidetracked, arguing about something as petty as this. You’re just trying to get out of it and you know it. I don’t think I’ll ever manage to understand why. Can’t you just enjoy the evening I’ve worked so hard to orchestrate for you?”
Nova put her head on the table, feeling rightly defeated by her friend’s self-congratulatory rhetoric. “All you did was pull some strings with Mr. May because you knew if the suggestion came from him, Mordecai wouldn’t be able to say no.”
“And I was right!” Mitzi asserted proudly, patting her friend on the back. “Now stop sulking and toast with me, to my impeccable success as a matchmaker!”
“You told me to think about this like it’s just any other party,” Nova reminded, crossing her arms as she sat up. “So which is it?”
“It’s going to be a night of firsts,” Mitzi declared, sipping her drink while she was at it. “What kind of firsts has yet to be seen. But I’m looking forward to it, and I think you should too. For all you know he could be looking forward to it just as much.”
I highly doubt that. Nova considered the possibility for a moment, ultimately deciding it would be best not to dwell on it. A night of firsts…of course that meant the outcome could still go either way. She needed to get her ducks in a row, to prevent the distractions of her heart from overriding the sensibleness of her head. She wasn’t having the best luck with that thus far, but she still had a few days before the event was upon her. That should have been more than enough time for her to adequately prepare herself. At least, that’s what she wanted to believe.