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It all started with a glass of merlot

That's not fair, she knows what merlot does to me.

By Lexi C.Published 5 years ago 3 min read
It all started with a glass of merlot
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“Let’s hang out, just us girls...it will be fun!”

I should have known, it’s never ‘just fun’ with Cass.

With her dark, brown hair and her hazel, stormy eyes - Cassandra attracts chaos to her everywhere she goes.

“Why do you put up with her?” My ex-boyfriend Eric would ask.

“It’s Cass...she’s like a sister,” I would defensively reply.

I have been cooped up in my studio apartment for the past three weeks since Eric decided he didn’t love me anymore or whatever jerk excuse he came up with.

Cass shows up uninvited (impromptu how she would call it) with a bottle of my favorite merlot. That’s not fair, she knows what merlot does to me.

I reluctantly agree, trading the night of misery for a sweet glass of merlot.

“Where are we going?” I ask as we walk for what seems like days through the busy streets of Brooklyn. “You’ll see,’ replies Cass. The same cryptic responses she would give when we were just kids. I roll my eyes, internally cursing at myself for agreeing to go on this excursion with Cass.

“We’re here,” she claims, as we stand in this sketcho looking alley.

Great.

She looks around the concrete floor, spots a big red X, and lifts up a storm drain.

“Let’s go.”

Ugh. Cass, why can’t we just visit a freaking wine bar?!

We climb down this icky, gross drain. Music and lights start peeking out from the bottom as we approach Brooklyn’s newest speakeasy.

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As we ascend from the stairs into the club, Cass spots the bar.

“I’m going to go get us some drinks,” Cass states.

Just like that...Cass disappears into the bedazzled nightclub.

This really isn’t my scene. It’s not. I’m boring - I like tea, books, and to be asleep by 8pm. It’s getting close to my bedtime.

At this point, it’s getting pretty clear that Cass isn’t coming back, she probably met Pablo, Paul, Drew, Dre or whatever new boytoy. It’s not the first time Cass has ditched me but she’ll probably show up in the morning with coffee and bagels and act like all is peachy.

I open my Instagram and find myself scrolling through Eric’s feed. Ugh I need to stop. He’s probably out with some chick from Tinder since he doesn’t ‘love me’ or ‘needs to find himself’ or whatever bull excuse he gave.

“Hi,” says a shadowy figure.

“Hey?” I reply annoyingly. Ugh, I’m really not looking to get ‘picked up.’

“Sofie? Cass told me I’d find you here,” replies the stranger.

OF COURSE. That b**** signed me up for blind date.

Jeremy ‘blind date dude’ is okay, sweet guy, meant well blah, blah, blah.

He was thrilled to be meeting a ‘professional dancer’ -- thank you, Cass, for exaggerating my weekend Zumba classes.

He ordered a bottle of merlot so I agreed to hang out for a tad. We spoke about career, hobbies, politics, travel, and other superficial ‘first-date’ topics.

As we were reaching the last drops of the bottle, he offered to walk me home as Cass was nowhere to be found. I thanked him but politely turned down his offer.

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As I retreated into the busy Brooklyn night, I spotted a little crepe shop which I used to frequent.

Eric hated crepes, he said they were gooey.

Eric hated a lot of things, but most of all, he hated Cass.

He always said she was immature and made me act irrational.

Cass always said Eric was a controlling bore.

I guess they were both right.

As I steal a bite of the nutella crepe I’ve missed so much, I smile.

Maybe this is what Cass wanted all along - the perfect date by myself.

I finally arrive home, put on some PJs, and turn on the TV.

I hear a knock on the door.

I open the door and there is Cass, with bagels, coffee...and a bottle of Bright Cellars Merlot.

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About the Creator

Lexi C.

Marketer by day, writer by night ;)

Avid tea drinker, storyteller, and cat lady 🐱

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