it was just one of those nights in london, in the hidden streets where secrets lie. In the nook of a corner, at one special time of the night, a bar appeared. it wasnt talked about, wasnt even mentioned. nobody knows about it, it only exists in the depths of magic.

the resturant buzzed with ooze, life sneaking into each and every corner. making it feel infitnite and full of possibilites. dim candles and soft tunes whafted thorugh the air, the low and dark ceiling not doing much to hide what little limits there were here. it is the only place where everything is just free. they say freedom is the secret ingredient.

the thick window panes were heavy with storm as a passerby rushed through. everyone was busy with their own lives, never once seeing what really exists beneath the facade. hurried businessmen rush home with their paperwork-heavy suticases, women chatting, wondering about the men over their lives and those to come.

and here we were, not even close to them, could never live those lives, but there is s certain hidden agenda behind it all. because here, we create their lives in an unspoken way. how we talk, act, it drifts thorugh the chimney, the smoke carrying out and polluting each citizen, morphing it into lives they are doomed to live. no, they do not have to be imprisoned and caged by this, but they want to. they believe thats the only right way to live, therefore, we still exists because of it. i cant fathom how they never feel trapped behind own bars, but i guess it makes sense to them.

the bell chimes as monday walks through. she always arrives first. well put together, her suit making it seem like the intention to really get out there is on her, but the tired look on her face says something different about what is in her. yet, she trudges on and makes her way to the table. sighing, she drops her bag and looks around, waiting. for this be to over, yes, but also excited for a new dinner with the rest of the week.

she whips her freshly cleaned hair around as tuesday walks in. his lowkey style never fails, relaxed but sharp. he nods his head in her direction as he walks with confident strides toward the table monday is at. flashing a straight-teethed smile at her, he flips the chair around and leans over, getting close.

«the others still not here, huh? there always like this,» he scoffs, flashing a dimple as he looks sideways, wanting to own the room.

«alright,» he starts but gets cut off from the rush of wednesday. her golden hair is tossed in waves, already carrying a load of baggage in that marc jacobs purse of hers.

«heyy, yall!» she heads in for a hug and proceeds to look around for water or something.

«what are you looking for?» monday asks in a tired tone.

«everyone! i want to see friday and saturday! its been so long, i miss them. my faves!» she exlaims, draping her yellow raincoat over the velvet chair. tuseday leans in close and whispers mysteriously in her ear.

«theyre here..» he says, and glances at the door. wednesday jerks away, keeping to herself.

«dude. save it for friday. i dont want all that.» she says and does a massive side eye at him. he scoffs back as thursday wanders in, her gaze everywhere else but the table theyre all seated at. they start to yell for her, all lost and insecure in her big sweaters and the coffee in her hand. tuseday makes a whistling noise, and finally she fixes her eyes at the right point.

«oh! there you are. sorry! i just.. god, cant we do this another day? i really kinda wanna go home. i feel like theres stuff i need to do. god, i am running out of time!» she plops into one of the chair, and wednesdsay leans over and straighens her messy ponytail.

«another attempt at a slickback?» she mocks tuesday.

«another attempt at being funny? somehting your not?» she shoots back, just as monday sighs. "it cant seriously take this long. maybe there here somewhere, and we-» tuesday cuts her off. "seriously? you can never not notice friday. be for real, shes literally-»

«heyyyyy, yall! guys, guess who is excited for… i dont know life! yay!» her entrance is accompined by music, and she twirls and spins around as she makes her way to our table. grabbing drinks at the bar and whopping. "uhm, do you know how many calories are in that?» monday starts but friday just gives her the finger.

«just one! goddamn it what a little-» she starts but saturday spawns in and hugs her from behind.

everyone grunts in response. they really like to smother it in our faces, huh. saturday just waves at us before he starts to spin her aorund and suggests pizza and cozy movies.

«noo! i wanna party!» friday yells loudly in repsonse and he just smiles, agreeing. its not until sunday coughs, us all noticing her looking sheepishly in the corner, hurt and lowkey given up on all of us. she never gets over being the third wheeler of that trio. everyone feels bad for her, she wants to be enough too. at this point we invite her along by obligation. she arrives with knit work and bad weather, never catching on. but what can i say? nobody really wants her here anyways, no matter how hard she tries to bribe her with relaxation and, well, boredom. she just.. secretly hates us all. and we must abide.

«i want to talk to you guys. this doesnt work anymore, okay? i really feel like we´re just going in circles all the time.» she sighs and everyone looks at each other. we knew this was coming, we just… hoped it didnt go so fast. she sighs and spreads her arms in frustration.

«ive waited, and waited, and waited. it goes on forever. god. i have to start over, okay?» she looks so upset, and we all look at each other, in knowing. in acceptance.

she doenst even look at us, she is too upset. and then she says the one thing we knew were coming.

«goodbye.»

and then suddenly, a new dinner arrives, all too fast. but, its never enough. they keep coming, get fed but never full.