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Destiny had been having a hard day, so Karma had suggested that they have an impromptu date night. Yes, they could have gone somewhere fancy. They could have gone somewhere edgy. They even could have gone somewhere so “cool” that surely they would have maybe been in the background of some celebrity’s paparazzi photo, looking like fashionable dorks. But no. They had somewhere special. Somewhere near and dear to their hearts.

The Olive Garden.

Only, apparently everyone else in this freakin side of the city decided that the olive garden was the place to be on a friday night. Not only was the parking lot full. The parking lot next to the olive garden was full. In fact they were parked across the street, at 9:30 at night, in the desolate parking lot of a real-estate office.

Only the disturbing part was that….. All the agents were there. All of the lights were off in the building, except for the one room, where six or seven, what they were assuming we're real estate agents, were gathered in chairs, just sort of…. Chillin’.

So Karma and Destiny sat in their car, on a Thursday night, awaiting the divine buzz buzz of their pager letting them know that the olive garden would bother to find them a table, musing as to why these agents were in their office, hiding in the dark, so late after hours.

“ I just don't understand it. It's not a party… they are just… sitting there. And it's not like they are open late, because all the lights are off aside from that ONE in the room. “ She was squinting and leaning forward in her seat as if the answer would appear for her on the glass of the window.

Destiny had a ROTTEN day. She had that pent up feeling behind her gut that she sometimes got and it refused to go away. Despite her chosen profession her doctor warned her against unnecessary stress, stating that it could, and would, literally make her body shut down. Preventative measures were important so it was nice that Karma paid attention to her symptoms. If it was up to her she’d bury the stress and not take time to deal with it. After all, the bar was not just their business but their home as well.

The Olive Garden was not fancy. It wasn’t even particularly good, but it was theirs.

She smiled to herself as they pulled up, remembering the first official date they’d been on. It was to this exact same spot, two nervous women across the table from one another. The memories were fond ones and never failed to make her smile. After all, they’d come a long way since then. The only problem, however, was that parking was a NIGHTMARE.

“What the hell,” she mused. “I don’t get the rush. It’s only Thursday night.”

They parked out in front of a real estate branch, one of the larger names in the city, and noticed a light on in the corner office. That was odd, considering the time of night. It wasn’t terribly late, but certainly after the branch closed. Karma made her guesses, noting it, and Destiny shrugged.

“They hate their wives,” she returned blythely. “That’s all it is.”

Not taking her eyes off of the group inside the window, she tilted her head. Kind of like a confused puppy. The thought of being with someone you hated was foreign to her. Why would you spend time with someone you hated?

“ So… they just sort of hang out in a Sad Mens Club? And Karen? “ She said, noting the single woman there who appeared to be sipping what suspiciously from a distance looked like a martini. Apparently real-estate agents were fancy? It wasn't Karma’s experience, they bought their bar cheap, in a bad part of town, because that's what they could afford, and worked to build it up. Their Agent had given her the heebie-jeebies and if it weren't for the fact that they were getting the beautiful but run down building for a steal, she would have bailed on the fact that he put off greasy stranger danger alarms.

She guessed that these people were probably of a little bit of a different caliber, taking note of their blazers and suspiciously nice in office booze delivery devices in at work alcohol choices.

“Pretty much. They employ cute young girls as their assistants and pretend that they’re not fantasizing about them when they’re with their wives.”

The idea of being with a man, or someone she hated, was also foreign to Destiny. She had never settled in that regard, having spent a great deal of time alone before Karma came into her life rather than have something she was not fully committed to. It was simply her way, often uncompromising, which was as much an asset as a liability to her personality.

“Wait, why Karen?”

She quirked an eyebrow at her lover, confused and imagining a group of lonely old men...a some random broad named Karen.

“ That's unfortunate, and more than a little sad “ She pouted a bit like a sad puppy. It just wasn't a thing she could imagine. If you hated your wife? Divorce? Or maybe just don't be a horrible human being. There were a bunch of options, but hatred was not one of them.
“ Wonder why they just don't leave if they are that unhappy? Lord knows most people have prenups and s**t these days “ She paused.

“ Karen. Ya know. From the meme. “ OMG Karen, you can't just ask people why they are black “ “ Karma said, pitching her voice to sound like moronic stereotypical white teenager who's never lived outside her country club bubble.

“Who’s to say, love?” She shook her head, not wanting to give much more thought to the lonely real estate agents they were watching. “I guess there comes a point when you’re too comfortable to want to rock the boat.”

Their buzzer started vibrating and going off, throwing it’s own ‘your table is ready’ party. Destiny looked down at the thing and shook her head, chuckling at Karma’s explanation of Karen. She was not unfamiliar with the meme or the movie it came from. She shook her head and handed the device to their hostess, who showed them to a small booth just inside the bar. That was fine with her, though she did have an obvious preferences for bars.

“Let’s just enjoy dinner, ok?”

She ordered a glass of white wine to start and sighed a little. This was nice.