“God, did I tie one on last night,” Lydia groaned, holding her head in her hands. “It was Brian’s birthday, and boy, did we celebrate. He loved the painting I did for him.” Lydia dabbled in painting and could be really good at it if she put more effort into it.
“Rafe’s birthday is next week. Maybe I’ll get you to paint a picture of me as his present,” I replied. I’d seen Lydia’s work, and I liked her style.
“Love to,” Lydia said, beaming at me. We took our time getting ready. We were both early, so there was no rush. “I hate coming here.”
“I’m glad my two days are coming up,” I agreed. The way it worked, we each worked five days on, then two days off, in rotation. I was lucky to have Saturday and Sunday off this week, like normal people. “This job is for the shits.” I brushed my hair, though there really was no need considering I’d just have to cram the stupid head over it again.
“Hey, you want to trade costumes?” Lydia asked, her eyes sparkling. “I’m tired of being a damn duck.
“Groovy,” I said with enthusiasm. We put on each other’s costume with alacrity, and I must admit it was a refreshing change not to have to be that damn mouse for a change. “Quack, quack,” I said, my voice muffled.
“Squeak, squeak!” Lydia said in return. We both burst out laughing. “Eddie’s gonna kill us,” Lydia said, her voice merry.