A Date

"So you know how my cousin's wedding is coming up?" Steve asks.

"Oh yeah," you remember Marie from when you were kids. The wild haired tomboy, with her glasses held together with tape and perpetually skinned knees "How is Marie?"

"Total bridezilla," he laughs "honestly, I almost feel bad for the groom, but that's not my problem. The fact is I need a +1."

"I thought you were going to ask that girl at work, what's here name, Becca?"

"That was the plan but turns out she's gay." he makes a face, "She might have still been willing but her girlfriend was a hard no."

"Oof, stood up by the lesbian, so she was your last resort? No other names in the little black book?"

"None that are returning my calls." Steve shrugs "So, I was wondering...?"

"If I'll tag along? Sure I'm game but, how is that a favour? All you had to say was open bar and you know I'd make the time."

"The favour part is where I've told everyone I'm bringing my new girl and I want you to play the role..."