beyoncepadthai | i'll have what she's having

So, Mindy's last birthday went uncharacteristically uncelebrated. Of course, she shopped and drank and all of that, but this year she's more than in a partying mood and has more than enough invitees to put something on without seeming like a total loser.

Deciding to mix things up, Mindy's rented out a cool seat-reclining, wine and dine theater at High Street mall, splurged on snacks and booze and arranged for a viewing of her favorite film. Of course there are a bunch of cool new releases she could let her guests enjoy, but it's her birthday, and this is one way she can force everyone she knows to watch the wonder that is literally anything Nora Ephron.

She can hear Danny's whining already, and she couldn't care less.

What she can't help but care about is what Danny once said to her back in New York, his cruel reminder to her that she wasn't getting any younger, the promise of a hot husband and adorable children ticking away. She's all the more conscious of it this week, especially after freaking out momentarily thinking that Luke might have already moved on.

The right decision or not, a real relationship or not, it's one more shot at a future that she's managed to screw up.

Hence, the alcohol. Dressed to impress, Mindy arrives early to get her start on a super strong and super fruity cocktail while she waits for her first guests to turn up.

[Set to the night of the 20th of June at one of the fancier theaters at High Street Mall. From 8-ish cocktails (+ beer and wine) and finger food will be served in the bar area, and then the movie (viewable on YT, if you are so inclined) will be starting at 8:30. Tag Mindy, tag around, before or after the film. ENJOY.]

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"Like, Curt Wild the singer Curt Wild?" Mindy asks, mouth gaping a little. She's seen him around and heard his music, he's not exactly who she'd picture Kurt with but she's also been hung up on wondering if Blaine might come back for... a long while, now. Which isn't fair on her or her friend. "Whoa. Isn't the name thing kinda weird? I guess at least the first letter is different. Can I call you guys Kurt squared?"

Kurt snickers, nearly letting himself into a snort as his face turns bright red. "Yes, that Curt Wild," he says first with more than a little note of pride. Not that he's ever been a celebrity chaser — at least not for those reasons — but he can't deny that it feels nice being the one picked out of the very many options that Curt's doubtlessly had since his arrival. "And you know what, the name thing is pretty dang weird, I won't deny. It's not so bad using it in everyday conversation, but it's — I mean — how do I put this."

He pauses, pressing his hand to his lips.

"During more... intimate moments? It's totally weird. I mean, it really does feel like I'm calling out my own name," says Kurt with a sigh.

For maybe the first time in her adult life, Mindy's grateful she's not nursing a drink, because she's pretty sure it would be spurting out of her nose right now if so. Choking on nothing but air, she covers her mouth with her hand. "I'm so sorry, that's not... that's not hilarious. I mean, it's so hilarious, but... it's not. It's really weird, I'm sorry. Don't you have, like, nicknames you can call one another?"

"You know what, no, no, it's completely weird and it's completely hilarious," Kurt admits with a laugh of his own, shaking his head. He doesn't want Mindy to feel like she has to censor herself for his sake or given his sensibilities, especially when the name situation really is kind of absurd. "I mean, it's also been a mood-killer on occasion, but hey. Everyone's got growing pains with each other, right? This one's just a little bit literal and a little bit unavoidable. I guess we could make nicknames for one another, but how much shorter do you get than Kurt? I've never been much of a nickname person."

"Yeah, no, that makes sense," Mindy nods in agreement, relieved that Kurt hasn't taken offense. She's pretty sure they can be open about this stuff, anyway, even if they don't often get to swap the gory details of their romance lives.

She considers suggesting for a moment that they just avoid their names altogether while they're banging, stick to terms of endearment or whatever, but then she remembers how damn good it sounds to have a guy moan her name and, yeah, no. "How are things with him otherwise? Do I get to, like, interrogate him? That's my favorite thing."

"You know, I... don't know how he would respond to that. I mean, I think he'd respond well," Kurt says, pursing his lips in thought. It's hard to predict Curt's reactions, sometimes. For the most part, he's a lot calmer and more relaxed about things than Kurt, but there are certain issues where they don't exactly see eye-to-eye. And so Kurt wonders.

"You should feel free to interrogate him though, I think. We're doing pretty well, all things considered," Kurt muses. "Not that I ever pictured myself, you know, banging a rock star. Literally. But there's something nice about not having to second-guess myself when I think I'm being crazy. He's probably done riskier things in every way."

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