"Yeah," came Sliv’s voice through the door, "just need a few more moments to get more dried off...where's the hair dryer again?" "In the closet, third shelf." A few thuds and the sound of rummaging around lead to a 'bonk' noise, as if the dryer landed on something hollow. "Are... are you good in there, Sliv?" Curly was concerned since she could just fly up to the shelf and grab it. "Yeah," Sliv replied, "it just landed on my head. I might need help blasting myself with this tho..." "I'll be there in a moment." Curly closed her notebook and locked it. No need for Sliv to read the fanfic she was writing, right? The first thing she saw upon opening the door were all of the towels and cleaning supplies that Sliv was using to try and clean up on the floor. The second was the sopping wet looking thing that was still dripping from the bath known as Sliv. Curly wordlessly picks up the hair dryer and blasts Sliv in the face with it for a second. "You know you could have flown up to get this, right?" "I... may have... perhaps... forgotten a little bit..." Curly let out a sigh saying, "We can clean this in a moment, you should dry off fully first," before turning the dryer on full blast. It wasn't long before the room was clean again and Sliv was dried off, her fur poofed out and making her look more like a red and orange cotton ball.
"Thanks bestie~, I'm guessing my outfit options are in the normal spot?" Sliv asked. "Yep, should be an easy choice today. I'll freshen up and we can head out after that." Sliv gave a thumbs up before flying out of the room and landing in front of her options. She stared at them all for a few moments, weighing the options. Though the pockets were tempting, she eventually landed on the purple dress and belt option. After what felt like an eternity to Sliv, Curly finished and came out to grab a few things. "You ready to go, Sliv?" she asked the rather bored looking hummingpanda. Sliv bolted upright, asking, "Are we off to your date finally?" "Yep!" Curly said, a bit nervous but excited nonetheless. "THEN LET’S GO!" Sliv exclaimed before hovering into the extra large purse Curly was taking. "ONWARDS TO LOVE TIME!" She shouted, gesturing to the door with great enthusiasm. The trip to the bar was uneventful since Sliv stayed in the purse the entire way there. She hated the attention outside of broadcasts and everyone always had to make the remark that she was "smaller in person." Curly, on the other hand, was always willing to chat with all of their fans or other random passersby, whether it was about weather on the transit or as they moved through the street market. Sliv was sure that she intentionally went through crowds at some points, but Curly was thriving, and that was always fun to see. While the purse was actually fairly comfortable to lounge in, Sliv was more than happy to get out of it at the bar and stretch a bit before going in. Much to her disgruntlement, she heard someone comment, "wait, that's how small they are?" before they headed in.
It was still a bit early for Curly’s date, but she double and triple checked her phone to make absolutely sure that this was the right place. She was anxious but excited to see who the blind date was through the new phone app that some humans recently brought over from Earth. Curly was positive that this time, she would be able to have things click with a guy by the end of the evening! Then it was time for him to arrive. Then he was late. Then it started to get dark outside. Then the lights came on. Curly was halfway through her drink at this point and had been trying to get in contact with the blind date. To her dismay, she only got a 'woops' in reply, followed by her number being blocked. Sliv flew in from the other side of the room that she had been waiting at to see how Curly was handling the situation. Turns out, not very well at all. Curly was on the verge of tears before Sliv suggested that they sit at the bar proper and order some more drinks. Curly was devastated by the whole situation and was plastered halfway through her second drink. "WHY DID HE JUST DITCH ME?" She wailed as Sliv started her fifth drink, unaffected by the alcohol. "Well, he's clearly not worth it if he ditched you here before he even met you," Sliv said, trying to calm her friend down a bit. "BUT THIS IS THE SEVENTH ONE THIS MOON CYCLE!" Curly continued, forgetting what an indoor voice was for now. "THE ONLY GOOD ONE WAS THAT HUMAN ADVENTURER THAT GOT EATEN BY A DARKNESS CLAN BEAST!!" She planted her face on the bar, sobbing. The barkeep seemed extremely disinterested in the sad demon in front of him.
"Well... you can always try again some other time... but maybe give it a bit of a break, ok?" Sliv said in as comforting of a voice as she could. "For all we know, that dating app thing might just be a bad fit for you to find someone." Curly looked up at Sliv with tears streaming down her face. "But what if I don't find anyone ever?" "I'm sure you'll find the right person eventually, just not right now. For now, I think we should get you some water and think about paying the tab..." Sliv said, nervously looking at the pile of drink glasses she collected from the time waiting for the no-show. "It uhh... it might be a bit this time..." (illustration of Sliv and Curly drinking together)
(2/2) Here is the conclusion to @lumiamoth.bsky.social's fanfic! Please be sure to read the whole thing~ #YokokasQuest