“Okay, so that was a little, uh, odd,” Jenny said, recalling the alien, well over six feet, his white hair with glints of gold and silver, and pale skin.
“A little?”
“A lot, okay.”
“He was like glittery. Kind of, like he had gold all over him. And pale skin.”
“I remember. It was like he fell into a tub of glitter.”
“But in a good way,” Brooklyn said. “Not a gross way.”
“Did you see his ears? The points? Like he was some kind of elf?” Jenny asked. “And that white hair?”
“Elf, like a Christmas elf?” Brooklyn laughed.
Jenny grinned. “If he’s what Santa’s elves look like, well, I don’t blame the big man for spending all that time at the North Pole.”
Brooklyn tossed her hair. “Let me make you a toy, baby,” she said, in a fake deep voice, and fluffed her hair.
“Oh god!” Jenny laughed. “Put him in a Santa hat, and I’ll bet he’d melt all the girls’ hearts!”
“No kidding. And that hair! It was, well, it was beautiful. How do men get hair that has that kind of body? Seriously?”
“Right?” Jenny said. They both laughed, because, really, why do boys have all the hair luck?
“I’d sneak into his bathroom to steal his shampoo, for sure!” Brooklyn said.
Jenny grinned. “Is that all you’d steal from his apartment?”
Brooklyn held up her hands. “Did you see the size of his hands?”
Jenny nodded. “I did.”
“You know what they say about a man’s hands.”
“What?”
“That it relates to the size of other parts of him.”
Jenny grinned. “You have a naughty mind.”
“You thought it too,” Brooklyn said, stretching out on the couch. “The whole idea of this dating aliens thing had me intrigued at first. And if he’s what they offer, well, let’s be real, he was beautiful.”
“In an artsy way,” Jenny said. Because he was. Like he was so pretty. He had the cheekbones and the jaw, and the eyes and the hair. It was a total package.
“Come on, I saw the way you were staring at him.”
Jenny shrugged. “He’s an alien. I can’t say that’s a bad thing, but let’s be real. There’s one test case, and who knows how many alien breeds. We saw how many different types as we were getting our tour? I mean, there was Polly’s husband, Erzo, with the tail. There was the one with the pig-nose.”
“Like a smart Gamorrean Guard, from Star Wars.”
“Exactly. And there were the ones with horns or antenna, and who knows what else. I think I saw a few that resembled sasquatch down where we landed. I mean, it’s so weird. It’s like a movie set, but not. I keep expecting someone to pop up and say ‘Cut!’”
“This from the girl who brought her cat to the space station.”
Jenny shrugged. “I wasn’t leaving Mr. F behind. Something could have happened to him.”
Brooklyn raised her eyebrow. “Like what?”
