The worst thing about hanging out
with his friends was that she tended to lose her own accent. She'd had slight hearing problems her
whole life, so she second-guessed how words were pronounced even on the best of
days, but when they hung out with his friends, she was surround by three
different English accents, a Scottish accent, two very distinct Irish accents,
and a thick Russian accent. Her mid-Atlantic American accent never stood
a chance.
By the end of the night, even if
she didn't have a drop of alcohol in her system, her words got a little bit
slurred, her mouth not sure how to form the words correctly. Sometimes,
the boys even turned it into a game. Who could influence her accent the
most? At the end of the night, who
could make her sound the most like him? She didn't mind all that much.
It was friendly, and all in good fun.
Besides, many of them were just impressed by her ability to mimic their
accents so closely when she really put her mind to it.
Besides, it was a small price to
pay for the fun nights out. They were absurd in a way that only a group
of old friends could be. They were that slightly stilted dirty in a way
that only a group of old friends could be with a new significant other present
and had received a wave of warnings to not scare her off. They were chalk
full of good blackmail worthy stories, and an excellent resource when trying to
come up with a good present or surprise. So what if she ended up sounding
like some strange combination of Scotty and Chekov with a little bit of Harry Potter thrown in at the end of the night?
It was a good excuse to watch some good ol' American TV before bed.
<3
No comments:
Post a Comment