“The bees are kept in little boxes, like a cubic yard in size,” the manic pixie dream girl told him, taking a puff from her Lucky Strike cigarette.
“No way,” Todd said, a totally sincere and definitely not faked expression of horror overtaking his face.
The manic pixie dream girl nodded vigorously. “Yeah, and they don’t pay the bees or anything. They don’t even ask for affirmative consent. They just take it, Todd. They just take the bees’ wax.”
“Oh my god,” Todd gasped, covering his mouth totally because he was taken aback and definitely not because he was trying to hide a smile.
“I know. It’s horrible.”
“So horrible.” Todd looked at the plastic cylinder he was holding and his hand went limp; he let the lip balm tube in his hand fall to the ground, totally because he was disgusted with it and definitely not because he was trying to score a piece of ass. A little littering could be forgiven; continued use of the insect-themed salve could not, considering what Todd had learned. Besides, he tipped well and they paid the barbacks to clean shit like that up anyway.
“You did the right thing,” said the manic pixie dream girl, a slight yet confident smile forming on her thin lips.
“You wanna get out of here? Go somewhere quiet?” asked Todd, totally because he wanted to learn more about manic pixie dream girl and definitely not because he would activate a stopwatch as soon as they walked through the door of his apartment that he would stop as soon as he got her bra off.
“Yeah. I do,” manic pixie dream girl agreed, definitely because she was interested in Todd and definitely not because he would be her third victim.
Men were too easy.