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>Olivia Monroe comes home finds you on the couch.
>"What are you doing anon why aren't you getting ready?"
>Until that moment you've forgotten her work Christmas party. She told you about it every day for the last ten days.
>You were supposed to buy an ugly sweater.
>Oli I'm going like this
>"You didn't buy a sweater" she pouts and puts a hand on her hip.
>"I figured you wouldn't, so I bought you two and you can pick"
>Tosses you a Target bag.
>"Hurry up I don't want to be late. Everyone is SO excited to meet you."
>You walk into the bedroom to get changed. The first option is a green sweater with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles wearing Christmas hats. The second option is a red sweater with a yellow collar and cuffs. The Grinch is dressed as Santa. Oh God. They're both awful.
>"Whaddaya think?" she calls from the bathroom, her voice bouncing off the mirror as she touches up her makeup.
>There uh, they're something, babe.
>"They're supposed to be silly! Its fun. The ugly is fun."
>Put on the TMNT sweater. It's a little big.
>"Alright lemme see" she says walking through door. Olivia apparently manifested her own sweater out of thin air. Rudolf has a light up nose and 3d antlers.
>"I knew you'd pick that one" she smiles.
>"Don't I look cute" as she throws her arms up as if to say ta-da and does a little spin.
>She refocuses her gaze and takes a step back to take a better look at you.
>Her smile fades. Something is wrong.
>"Are you gonna wear those pants."
>I can put on jeans, you resign.
>"Oh...I don't like it with jeans. It looks...sloppy."
>Hun you said we're already gonna be late.
>"Can I see what the other one looks like with jeans."
>Babe
>"Real fast. Then we can go."
>"Oh that looks even worse. I don't even think it'd better with the other pants either."
>"Hey don't sigh at me. You wouldn't have anything to wear if it weren't for me."
>I wouldn't have to go if it weren't for you.
>You fucking retard. Bad move. Very bad move.
>Her eyes go down to the floor, looking sad. The sadness turns to anger.
>"Oh GOOOOOOOOOD forbid I ask you to do something for me" she says, staring daggers into you. "You know what, stay here. I don't want you to come if you're gonna be like that. Just stay here and do whatever you do."
>Babe it was a joke. I was joking.
>"That wasn't a joke. You were being mean." Her
>I'm sorry. It was a bad joke. C'mon we're gonna be late.
>"Don't be mean. I'm not mean to you." Her voice is softer now
>I didn't mean to hurt your feelings
>"Well you did. Put on the green one. Keep the jeans, but wear the chukka boots. You'll look nice"
>You nod and slip on the boots, trying to discern if she's forgiven you.
>Sorry we're gonna be late.
>"It's fine, I'm just glad you're coming with me."
