>After an hour or so more of idle chitchat and the odd childish joke at your expense Eris had rather bluntly informed you that she was bored and wanted to be alone.
>It was almost jarring how at times she wove her words like a delicate tapestry, never quite saying what she meant yet offering fleeting glimpses of the inner workings of her mind, while on other occasions she'd quite openly tell you what was essentially "go away, I'm sick of the sight of you for now."
>In any case as you trudge your way home through the early evening chill, you can't help but reflect on exactly what just transpired.
>You still feel light headed and you'd swear your teeth were vibrating if you didn't know better.
>What exactly did she do to you?
>Even now in the dim light of the moon above the world around you seems alive with movement.
>Casting your eyes out over the shadowy landscape, colours seem slightly more vibrant and the air smells almost sweet as if carrying the scent of far away meadows of windflowers.
>Off in the distance you hear the faint echoes of conversation, yet in your current state every word seems clear and crisp as if they were coming from you yourself.
>You shake your head to try and dispel whatever bewitchment she'd cast over you, but it's of no use, your mind is alive with sensation.  
 
>Finally reaching your door you fumble with the keys momentarily as the sudden cold, unyielding hardness of the metal against your skin proves almost startling.
>What in God's name had she done to you?
>You hadn't felt like this while the two of you were sitting and talking with her wrapped around you like a great snake.
>Was this just some final joke she'd decided to play on you? To leave you stumbling home like a doped up madman jumping at every shadow to cross his path?
>Despite the thousand thoughts racing through your head you eventually manage to get your door open, the slight creaking of the hinges sounding like thunder to you as you practically crawl inside and slump down onto the floor, barely remembering to shut the door once again behind you.
>Climbing awkwardly to your feet you limp unceremoniously over to your couch, your coordination almost non-existent as your mind is overloaded with sensation, making even the most basic task near impossible.
>Throwing yourself down onto the cushions you let your head fall back and look up at the ceiling above, the unadorned white plaster now a canvas on which colours dance, mingle and intermix with one another before vanishing on the edge of your vision.
>Slamming your eyes shut you try to focus on nothing.
>You feel like you're going to be sick.
"Enough... Damn it, stop already!"
 
>In an instant your world snaps back to normality, your senses dulled to their usual acuteness.
>Sighing in relief you stare at the wall opposite you, thankful that compared to a few moments earlier you're now practically blind, your eyes seeing only that which the human eye was designed to see.
>Picking your feet off the ground you slip off your shoes and lie flat on the couch, thoroughly exhausted by your ordeal.
>After a few minutes of blissful silence you recall something Eris had said to you before you'd left.
>"Perhaps next Tuesday then you'd be willing to take little old me out for a date, hmm?"
>Was she serious? With her it was hard to know when she was teasing or actually being genuine.
>Would she have forgotten her remark and be offended if next Tuesday you invited her out somewhere.
>Giving it a little more thought you realise that no, she wasn't one to get offended like others would if the local novelty came to their door and asked them to come out on a date,
>If anything she was more likely to call you 'cute' and pat you on the head like a lost puppy.
>There was no way she was serious.
>Right?
>No way.... Although there was the fact that she'd essentially molested you earlier which is throwing you off slightly.
 
>God damn, you hate indecision.
>On the one hand she may have been serious, as was evidenced by the fact that she's given you what you've decided to call a tailjob and had always in the past been strangely affectionate and clingy with you.
>You'd previously written this off as her just playing with her favourite toy but now you weren't so sure.
>On the other hand she may have been just leading you on or simply teasing you, as was evidenced by literally everything else she'd ever said or done with you.
>You have to admit you liked her, despite her quirks and new habit of giving you what seemed essentially a mental heroin enema.
>Where would you even take her on a date?
>A restaurant is a terrible idea as you're sure she'd quickly grow bored and decide to make the food come alive or something.
>Would she even care where you took her or would it be more the gesture that she would appreciate?
 
>You don't get nearly as much sleep as you would have liked that night.
>Even after you'd finally crawled under your warm and welcoming sheets, determined to put all thoughts of the day's events behind you, your mind was still racked with indecision.
>Where could you take a possibly insane demigod who had all the subtle social graces of an angry bison and serious boundary issues?
>Of course you could always just let her decide.
>While it may not be the most imaginative solution it at least guaranteed you'd not end up taking her somewhere she hated, plus it'd show willingness on your part.
>Perhaps that was the best idea.
>You couldn't help but feel you were getting ahead of yourself, after all you hadn't even decided if it was a good idea to ask her out in the first place.
>If you'd had to guess you'd say it was at least two in the morning before you made up your mind to flip a coin once you got home from work later that day.
>Heads you'd ask her, tails you wouldn't.
>The relief that came from having the decision taken out of you hands allowed you to finally drift off to sleep for a few short.
 
>All too soon you're awoken by the ringing of your alarm clock telling you to get up and get to work.
>Swinging your legs out from under the comforting warmth of your bed and setting your feet onto the cool wooden floor, you let out a loud yawn.
>Cracking open your still weary eyes and stretching yielded a few satisfying pops from your joints.
>After shutting off your alarm you take a brief moment to collect your thoughts for the day to come.
>Thursday.
>Today wouldn't be so bad you told yourself as you reluctantly stood up and traipsed your way over to your modest bathroom.
>On Thursdays you were in charge of overseeing the sauna, which mostly meant handing out towels and keeping the coals hot.
>Neither were hard tasks but it did mean a lot of standing around and smiling, which honestly you were in no mood for today, wishing nothing more than to slide back under your beautiful duvet and sleep the morning away.
>Still, only today and tomorrow you told yourself, then you got two whole days to waste however you saw fit.
>Invariably this meant bumming around your house in your underpants until about midday, at which time you most likely decide to actually get dressed and go borrow some more books off of Twilight or something.
>Strange how your plans for your weekends had remained much the same after coming to Equestria as they had done back on Earth.