SJiggers

“You want… to go to the gym?” Chloe’s reply came through a mouthful of cereal. “Yep.” “What, is that the name of some new buffet? Or some weird sweets shop?” Nat asked, sarcasm dripping off every word like the milk off her spoon. “No, you dumbass. It’s where people go to work out. Are you trying to act dense?” Nat stared across the table at her roommate in disbelief. Her spoon hung loosely in her pale hand, the cereal on it falling back down into her bowl with an unheeded ‘plop.’ In the two years they had lived together, she’d never heard Chloe even so much as mention exercise. No sports, no hikes, the most strenuous activity the young pink-haired woman performed was walking a block with arms laden by groceries. Nat was extremely curious to know what had brought this on. As if she had read her mind, Chloe continued. “Listen Nat. I say it all the time, but you’ve completely let yourself go. You’re big as a damn hippo, so I’m trying to get you off your