"Okay, pro: Free food."

She's got a point there.

"Con: Madison Rivers." I say, scrunching my nose. She's always hated my guts. I'd call her homophobic, but this actually all started from when I still thought babies came from storks.

"Fair enough..." Em squints her eyes in thought and I zone out thinking about the third-grade girls soccer team I got kicked out of for punching Maddy in her stupid, shit-talking face.

"Oh! Pro:" I'm startled out of thought as I see Em's smiling face light up at the end of the bed, "You can bring your camera. Parties are good practice for like, low-light-aperature-contrast-whatever, right?"

That's what I love about her. Whenever she doesn't know something, she just spits out a bunch of words she's heard other people say about it. You should hear her when she gets an oil change. It's like, 'I think the piston's brake-transmission-tire-pressure fluid is low". It drives men insane, which is one of her favourite pastimes.

"Oh my god. At least you tried." I give her some credit, but she just shrugs.

I had already decided beforehand to go to the party, not just to make Em happy, but because I think it'll be a good time. So, this list is now just to have some fun.

"Con: Hot chicks".

"Pffft! As if you'd ever put that on a cons list!"

Yeah, she's right.

"Okay, okay... Con: Tomorrow's hangover." I take notice of how uncomfortable our second-hand mattress is, and think about how much worse it would be with a blasting headache.

"Oh c'mon, everyone knows the pro to that con is the getting drunk part." If her eyes could roll any further, she'd be looking out the back of her head.

"Okay, fine. Con: Getting drunk. What if I break my camera?!" I say, matter-of-factly. It's not a real concern, I can always just put it in the car. Honestly, I'm just trying to match her energy at this point.

I can feel her death stare on my face, "You can't just spin my pro into your con!" She blares, much higher-pitched than before.

Oh no, now I've done it.

"Says who?!" I say, attempting to be more assertive than her; an impossible feat.

"The! Rules!" She crawled up from the footboard and came to stratle me, hoping to change my mind.

"What rules?!" I ask, trying to hide a smile.

"The same rules that say you should pretty please stop arguing with me and go change into something nice so we're not late!" Her face was hovering over mine now, her playful smirk and body pressed to mine made for a very convincing plead.

"Nah, I think I'll show up naked." I joke, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Ha! So you ARE coming!?"

"On one condition..." I slowly look her body up and down. Damn, if I wasn't already convinced, this would have done it for sure.

Em leans in closer, her hand starting to wander, and whispers into my mouth, "Anything".

I pull her ear to my lips as her hand reaches my waist.

"You're driving".

I spin out from under her and her jaw drops as I head to the closet to pick out an outfit. All I can feel are her eyes death-staring two laser beams into the back of my head.

Yeah. It's gonna be a fun party.