Who’s Coming to Dinner? Orc Edition, Part One
“You’re scaring me, you know,” The orc sitting at the table says, grinning wryly around her tusks. She’s so tall her head comes level with one of the coffeehouse windows, and her tusks are dyed a bright, cheery blue that brings to mind clear summer skies. “What’s got you so riled up? Here, let me buy you a drink.” She stands, and her companion, a human, waves her off impatiently, pacing a hole through the floor, head bowed.
Despite this, her girlfriend strides up to the counter, ordering a spiced chai latte and a blueberry muffin hot out of the oven. Perhaps the poor thing’s nerves would settle after some food, even something small. She’d been trying to get an answer out of Fiona for the last twenty minutes, to no avail. She kept shaking her head and stuttering, an anxious ball of undirected energy. It wasn’t typically in an orc’s nature to be tender, but Rulfim Ghorza was different, and the new orc laws made it all too easy to intermingle with humans. She waited for the food, glancing over her shoulder back to Fiona.
By now, she was sitting at the table, hands bouncing on the tabletop lightly. Fiona sported thick glasses, vintage ones with something called tortoiseshell frames? All Rulf could picture was actually plucking the shell off of a tortoise, which struck her as barbaric, even as an orc. Her brown hair was in two long braids, and she wore a sundress that was green with a pattern of smiling peaches all over it. Rulf loved Fiona’s clothes; she was like a walking, grinning sunbeam, and it was just so different from her own culture.
Rulf was broken from her thoughts by the barista sliding a bag and a steaming paper cup across the counter. She looked at Rulf, brows knitted as if he didn’t quite know what to make of her. She smiled in thanks and then walked back to the table. Fiona looked up at her and frowned. “You didn’t have to do that,” She said, tugging on the end of her braid. “I’m fine–”
“I do wish you wouldn’t lie to me,” Rulf sighed in reply, the words thick around those bright tusks that stuck out of her mouth in stubs. She used to file them to look less intimidating, but she’d put a stop to it once she realized that pretty much nothing would make her less so. She was green and ten feet tall. “Will you please eat some food and then tell me what’s going on? It can’t be that bad.”
Fiona shook her head glumly, but she picked up the latte and took a cautious sip. Finding it satisfactory, she set it down and peeled the skirt off of the muffin. “ItoldmyparentsI’dbringyouoverfordinnertonight.” The sentence came out in one big, breathless rush, and Rulf frowned, not sure she’d heard her correctly. “Say again?” She asked, feeling her cheeks warm. Her girlfriend was so distraught, and she didn’t want to make it worse. But maybe some of the anxiety was rubbing off.
Fiona groaned. “I told my parents I’d invite you to dinner tonight. We’ve been together for almost two years now, and they want to meet you.” The words filled the space between the two women, and Rulf bit her lip, unable to hold back a sigh. They’d talked about it a lot, with anxiety coming from both sides. But she supposed it was time. They’d both been delaying the inevitable for a long time.
“Okay,” Rulf relented, and Fiona blinked. She hadn’t been expecting so little resistance.
“Really? Just like that? Aren’t you nervous?”
“Of course, Fi. They’re your parents. I want to make a good impression.”
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