She agrees

A mellow breeze blew through the bar’s bustling patio. Patrons of all kinds congested both the indoor and outdoor dining spaces, their chatters and cheers drowning out the incessant hum of the neon signage plastered about. The name "O’Henningan’s" hung awkwardly above the front entrance.

Nestled far in the back corner of the establishment sat an old, rickety booth. The paint was chipped, the wood was splintering, and the cushions were a tattered mess. But more importantly, it was hidden away from the busy restaurant floor. With customers and wait staff prancing about, this was the only place “they” could have some privacy.

As Wendy began flipping through a dusty paper menu, she couldn’t help but think back to how she got here.

“Do you… maybe… want to go somewhere… together?”

Wendy stared at her foot, slack jawed. This was definitely unexpected. After witnessing the events of the evening, she expected to learn that she was possessed by an evil spirit, or perhaps cursed by some ancient artifact of the lands. No, instead of vindictive ghosts or ancient apparitions, her own foot had just come alive, doled out the massage of a lifetime, and was now… asking her out.

“You mean… like a date?”

“Y- yes.” Came the sheepish reply.

The situation made all the sense of a hailstorm in the desert. But nevertheless, Wendy had to think of a reply.

“Why?”

“That’s… umm… I just thought we could get to know each other a little better. W-well I guess I already know a lot about you, but I thought you could… get to know a bit more about me?” The tiny voice emanating from her foot trailed off towards the end.

That actually seemed like a reasonable response; ironic, given the sheer lack of reason to be found anywhere else in this situation. And maybe she was getting caught up in the absurdity of it all, because Wendy found herself actually considering the idea.

It had been well over a year since her last boyfriend dumped her, an unceremonious text message she’d rather not remember. And ever since then, she’d experienced nothing but failures when it came to romance. Now, here she is, being kindly asked out, massage and all. Even if the circumstances are a bit… unorthodox, who’s she to suddenly get picky.

Not to mention, her foot’s nervousness was rather endearing. The way her slender toes fidgeted actually made her blush. Wendy soon made up her mind.

“Ok. On one condition…”

Her foot held its breath.

“Promise you’ll give me another massage after.” Wendy finished saying with a wink.

The words had barely left her mouth when her foot jumped with joy. She watched and smiled as her toes danced about happily.

And so here she sat, out of sight at somewhat a local bar, on a “date”. For some crazy reason she had even decided to dress up for the occasion. Nothing too fancy; just a cute, open-shoulder top and a pair of nice jeans. And heels of course, but the latter choice wasn’t so much her own.

Wendy continued flipping through the menu. Her gaze rested on a page depicting some colorful drinks in decorative looking glasses. As she wondered what to order, a soft thud sounded from beneath the table. One of her heels had just hit the floor.

After taking a moment to mentally prepare, she slowly tilted her down. Sure enough her bare left foot was propped up onto her knee, its sole pointing towards her, like it so often did as of late. Curiously, her toes had somehow gotten pedicured without her noticing. Impressive, to say the least. It seemed like Wendy wasn’t the only one who got dolled up for tonight.

“D-do you like it?” Her foot spoke up.

The innocent question interrupted her thoughts, but she quickly collected herself. It was too late to reconsider, so she might as well enjoy it.

“Yes. You look lovely.” Wendy replied.

Despite the entirely expected timing of the compliment, her foot still visibly blushed.

“T-thanks.”

Not sure of what else to say, Wendy directed their attention towards the menu.

“So… can y—what do you want to drink?”

Was it rude to ask her foot if it could drink? Could it drink? Navigating this social climate was proving to be more challenging than she anticipated. Especially with her lack of recent dating experience.

“Oh, right!” Her foot piped up, much to Wendy’s relief.

Its toes began wiggling about but seemed to slow down after only a moment.

“Umm…”

“Something wrong?”

“N-no, it’s just… I’ve never seen a drink menu before, and I don’t know what to get.”

Shit. Of course.

Her foot fidgeted its toes in embarrassment while Wendy chastised herself for not thinking these things through. A myriad of failed romantic escapades flashed in her mind. She decided she wasn’t going to let this one end up the same way.

“Oh, right… don’t worry about it! How about I get you what I’m having?”

Her foot nodded enthusiastically, and Wendy commended herself for salvaging the moment.

Placing their orders was thankfully uneventful. Their waitress, a skinny brunette, looked pretty swamped by how busy the place was and didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.

A few minutes passed and she returned carrying a tray with their drinks. Two bright blue cocktails were set on the table before she hurried back towards the main room. Wendy briefly wondered if she was being judged for ordering two drinks seemingly by herself, but she quickly put the thought aside.

“Here we go! Two Blue Hawaiians.” She happily announced.

Her foot immediately propped itself atop the table next to one of the drinks, catching Wendy off guard. It took a second to fawn over the colorful beverage, while Wendy hurriedly looked around them. Fortunately, they were still alone. The booth at the back of definitely the right choice.

Slowly, her foot brought itself towards the cocktail. When it made contact, Wendy her a quiet slurping, followed by a sudden chill rushing up her leg towards her stomach. Her foot was actually drinking, and it was the strangest sensation.

“This is amazing!” Her foot exclaimed as it let the straw go with a pop. “Thanks for—"

As her foot turned back towards Wendy, she noticed a few droplets of blue liquid speckled its sole. Without thinking, she reached out a finger to wipe up the droplets before sticking it in her mouth.

“U-umm~”

Wendy popped her finger out after a second, winking at her foot, giggling at its flustered reaction.

“So, you said I should get to know you better. Tell me about yourself.”