“I guess it just wasn’t meant to be,” Dave said.
“What do you mean?” Gregg asked. “Are you talking about you and Deirdre?”
“What did she mean by that?”
“Who knows?” Dave said. “I think she has a strong dislike for my circle of friends.”
“Wait! She doesn’t like me? What a bitch.”
“Not you specifically,” Dave said. “She thinks my friends are pulling me down.”
“Hey, buddy, trust me, we got your back,” Gregg said, giving Dave a friendly hug. “Besides, do you really want to mortgage your future with some pillow-headed witch like Deirdre? You’re better off without her.”
“I don’t know, Gregg,” Dave said. “I really do like her.”
“I know just what you need, buddy,” Gregg said. “A new Mexican restaurant just opened up on Mission Street. It’s rumored to serve one mean margarita. A few of those, my friend, and you’ll be saying, ‘Deirdre who?’”
Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “witch,” “pillow,” and “margarita.” Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (lost), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (orbit), Word of the Day Challenge (dislike), Your Daily Word Prompt (trust), and The Daily Spur (mortgage).