Jazz with Tatiana

“You bet. Can’t take a pass on free food,” you say, packing up your work.

“Sounds about right. A world-renowned jazz quintet comes out to play for you and all you can think about it is the nosh,” Tatiana says.

You head over to the amphitheater, saying hi to Rachel on the way out, who looks a little bothered. As you get closer to the place, you hear the sound of music drifting through the air, something that has a real George Lewis feel to it, and you can see other students heading towards the amphitheater too.

You come across several long tables with refreshments - sodas and juice (no **** at a university sponsored event, unfortunately), alongside sliders, fruits, and some good old junk food. Tatiana loads up on the fruits, while you pick up two sliders.

“You have to admit the food’s pretty good, eh?” you say.

“It’s not bad,” she says. “I maintain that it’s nothing compared to the music. Just listen to that melody!”

The two of you head down the polished stone steps, finding seats by the middle. You’re in the middle of swallowing the last bit of meat, when you see Tatiana waving someone over. She’s raven-haired and dressed in a formal suit, which doesn’t stop you from admiring her sizeable ass. She comes over and gives Tatiana a quick hug.

“Imogen, how are you doing? I haven’t seen you since the summer,” Tatiana says. “Did the law firm kick your ass?”

Imogen

“It wasn’t all that bad, tbh,” Imogen says. “They capped us at 80 hours a week because of some internal policy change or something, so we were cruising. At any rate, they liked me enough to keep me on through the school year, which is why I’m dressed like this -” she gestures to her suit, and then turns to face you. “But sorry, how rude of me, I haven’t even introduced myself to you. I’m Imogen. Tatiana and I met my freshman year, when we were both doing MUN together. How about you?”

“I’m Alex,” you say. “I’m still a freshman, though it sounds like you’re a little older than me - are you a junior? Senior?”

“Junior,” Imogen confirms. “I really like your shirt, by the way. That blue looks really good on you.”

“Thanks,” you say, thanking yourself for not being lazy in the morning and just throwing on a random t-shirt. “I'm not saying this just to return the compliment, but that suit really fits your as— fits you well.” The slip of the tongue isn’t lost as Imogen giggles a little, and Tatiana shoots you a look.

“This suit? Oh, this is nothing. You have to keep things professional for the professionals. This might fit, but what I prefer wearing is a little more… loose, if you get my drift,” she says, touching your arm.

“I would almost believe you if I hadn’t seen any of your outfits last year,” Tatiana says. “You just wear suits because it’s the only thing that’s impossible to fuck up.”

Whoa, where’d this suddenly come from? Tatiana usually has a bit of a bite to her speech, but even this was a bit unexpected, coming from her.

“Yeah, whatever, we’ll let my looks speak for themselves,” Imogen replies. “We’ll see who’s right when it comes to the party tonight - let’s see who turns more heads.”

“Oh, you’re on,” Tatiana says with a smirk. She leans over and faux-whispers into your ear: “I’ve got a dress that’ll make any guy within a mile drool to no end… how would you like to get a first showing of it?”

“It wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t get to judge mine at the same time,” Imogen says. “9 pm, the Theta house?”

“I’ll see you,” Tatiana says. “And you better be there too, Alex.”

“I can’t wait,” you say drily, though secretly, this sounds like a pretty sweet deal to you. A chance to ogle two hot ladies all dressed up for you in a sorority house? Who knows what could stem from that…

The conversation becomes decidedly more civil after that, turning to the delightful party tonight, and then the music that the quintet is still generously providing. Before long, you realise that it’s time for your psychology class, and you bid the ladies goodbye, promising that you’ll be there at 9 tonight.

Tatiana +5
Imogen +5