Enjoy it while it lasts

I didn’t see Rachel’s mother again around the shop, which I was thankful for. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with Rachel’s steadily failing relationships with friends or family.

Seriously, just how many bridges did this girl burn? Was there a single person left in her life that she hadn’t spurned?

Well, not that I cared all that much. She’s the one who made the bed, now she had to be the one to lie in it. If anything I was just along for the ride.

I ended up buying a good few new outfits, much of which was designer, and thus made a nice dent in Rachel’s bank account. I made sure to change into one of them and tear the tags off of each and every item of clothing so she wouldn’t be able to return them when we switched back.

I had spent so long shopping for clothes that lunchtime and already come, and the main purpose of the new outfit came into play. When I said that I was buying clothes to job hunt, I was, of course, lying. In reality, I had seen a high-end restaurant on my way around town. The sort of place that would never let someone in ripped clothes in. I had always wanted to try eating somewhere like that, and it was no longer on my dime, so I was happy to indulge myself.

With the first part of my day done, I happily walked out of the clothes shop and towards the expensive restaurant. I just had to hope they wouldn’t mind me carrying a bag full of brand new clothes around with me.

By the time I got to the restaurant, it was around 12:30 in the afternoon. Not the sort of time one would normally stop for dinner, but I was anxious for the opportunity.

Thankfully, to get a seat so early in the day didn’t require a reservation, and after a while the staff sat me down at a single table with a menu. The prices in the menu almost made me gasp in shock, but as soon as I remembered that it wasn’t my menu I was spending I ceased to care.

Seriously, though, who has £80 to spend on a single cut of steak?

After a while I hailed a member of staff and ordered a filet meal that cost the same as my weekly food expenses, as well as the most expensive drink on the menu, simply because causing Rachel further issues made me happy.

That being said, as I waited for my meal to come out I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to Rachel and my body. My measures yesterday were harsh, to say the least, which meant that I was likely to wake up in a poor state tomorrow.

The best case scenario would be that she did nothing whatsoever, and I would simply wake up hungry, dehydrated and achy from being stuck in the same position for more than 24 hours.

But even that was unlikely. There was a lot of harm she could do to my body with one arm free.

It was entirely possible that I would wake up with a concussion and bruises everywhere. Hell, if she’s feeling particularly violent she could gouge out my eyes or something with that free hand.

I shivered at the thought, but there was little I could do about it. Until the switching stopped, assuming it ever would, I would have to live with the hazard of a self destructive bastard inhabiting my body. I could only take measures to minimise the harm she could do, little more.

Well, if nothing else, I could at least enjoy my time emptying her bank account for now.