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The Law of Entropy (or Wynonna Earp is Trying to Ruin my Life) - Also on AO3

Chapters: 1/6 Fandom: Wynonna Earp (TV) Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Rosita Bustillos/Wynonna Earp, Rosita Bustillos & Waverly Earp, Rosita Bustillos & Jeremy Chetri Characters: Rosita Bustillos, Waverly Earp, Wynonna Earp, Nicole Haught, Jeremy Chetri Additional Tags: Crack, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, this is overly complicated and ridiculous, rosita just wants to be a good coworker, wynonna wants to join in on the fun, and they were ROOMMATES, extraordinary bad communication by everyon Summary: Rosita honestly had no clue that taking a bartending job at Shorty’s would have her way too invested in her coworker’s nonexistent relationship with her roommate and get embroiled in a scheme that is so stupid but just might work. And that wasn’t even mentioning the hot sister. She just wanted to get through grad school with less debt and entertain herself in this town that is way too small to have enough prospects to even warrant a Tinder.

“Your hot roommate is here.” Rosita said, delighting in the way that Waverly’s eyes narrowed.

“It’s Haught.” Waverly muttered.

Rosita waggled her eyebrows, “I know.”

Waverly rolled her eyes as she walked over to Nicole, who by the looks of it, had just finished a shift. They did this every night that Waverly worked late, where despite the fact Purgatory was smaller than some rest stops, Nicole would double check if she should swing by later and drive Waverly home to their shared apartment. It was cute, if not mind-numbingly nauseating when they stared at each other like they found the meaning of life.

Rosita watched as Nicole gave Waverly an actual goddamn kiss onto her cheek and walked out the door.

Oh my god.

Waverly bounced back to the bar and Rosita asked, “Is your girlfriend coming back tonight?”

Waverly sputtered and her cheeks turned red, “She’s not my girlfriend!”

Rosita raised an eyebrow, “Are you ever going to ask her out?”

“Of course not! She’s my roommate!”

Rosita rolled her eyes, “So, that just means one of your bedrooms can be converted to an office or something. Extra space for free.”

“That is not how it works!” Waverly's voice grew higher in pitch, “It means it’s messy, especially since she doesn’t like me back.”

Even Jimmy, their most regular regular, chuckled at that. Rosita shot a look at Doc, but he just hid his eyes behind his hat. The coward. “Waverly, anyone can see that she likes you back. Except you.”

“She does not! I would know.”

“Would you? Do you even know what she does when she’s jealous?”

“Why would I know that?”

“Because she does it around you all the time! She tries to hide it, but it’s so obvious.”

“It isn’t! And she doesn’t do it around me!”

Yes,” Rosita sighed, “Basically anytime you get close to a person.” Rosita took a step forward, “She gets all frozen and clenches her fists until her knuckles are white, and only relaxes when you smile at her.”

“No she doesn’t!”

“She really does.” Jimmy piped up from his seat. Waverly glared at him and he held his hands up in mock surrender. “Nevermind.”

Rosita shot him a grateful look.

She had moved to Purgatory at the start of the semester, when her third sublease had been up and she knew she needed to actually find a place to live. Her last place had the worst pink and green decor that made Rosita want to puke every time she saw it. Waverly, one of her few friends at Ghost River University, had mentioned that the rent was cheap in Purgatory and that Rosita could probably get a job at the bar she worked. She had needed something since her position as a TA ended, and she was not doing that again.

Her only real possession was her car, so she had looked at the prices and couldn’t bother to look anywhere else in the city. Was the commute annoying? Yes. The bus that ran from the city and Purgatory never on time? Yes. Did everyone know each other, and the dating pool so small that Rosita had already slept with the one tolerable man? Yes.

But she was saving so much money on rent. And as a grad student in a field destined for research, she took all the savings she could. Plus, working as a bartender made way more than a TA could dream of even with the tuition reimbursements and she didn’t have to grade annoying undergrad’s shitty homework.

The people of Purgatory were certainly an acquired taste, but Rosita found herself enjoying them more every day. And for such a small town, there was a lot of drama. Not that there was anything as interesting as the absolute hopelessness of Waverly and Nicole. It had been funny at first, watching them flit around each other, and allowed her to get to know Waverly’s sister Wynonna, but now it was pathetic. And she couldn’t even imagine how the people who’d watched this from the beginning felt.

She had three more semesters at Ghost River University, and if Waverly and Nicole hadn’t talked about their feelings by then, she’d consider that a worse failure than flunking out of her degree. She didn’t think she was much of a matchmaker, and her subtle prodding hadn’t revealed any results but her mom had always said to leave things better than she’d found them.

Rosita let out a long breath as the last patron left and gave Waverly a weak smile. Thank god that shift was over, she was pretty sure she was going to keel over and die. The only saving grace was that she didn’t have class tomorrow. Rosita looked at the front door and frowned, “Is Nicole coming back tonight?”

“No,” Waverly said quickly. Too quickly.

“Waverly,” Rosita said, “Why isn’t she coming? She always picks you up on Fridays. And she was smiling when she left.”

Waverly hid her head below the counter. “Why would that matter?”

Rosita sighed, “Waverly, for all the teasing I do I’m not going to tell her.”

“I know.” Waverly whined, “I just, I couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t?” Rosita frowned, “Couldn’t what?”

“Ask her out!”

Rosita blinked a couple times. “I wasn’t going to force you to ask her out. I mean I’d like to know when you will, just for my own peace. And the rest of Purgatory’s.”

“We’re roommates.” Waverly stressed every syllable.

“Again, so? She likes you.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Waverly’s voice was nearing hysterical, “What, she’ll avoid me? Not reup the lease when it expires?”

“Waverly-”

But Waverly was on a roll, “I don’t want her to avoid me for a few weeks. I want her to never avoid me!”

“Nicole wouldn’t do that.”

“You don’t know that.” Waverly finally looked at Rosita, “It’s not worth the risk.”

Rosita shook her head and began to stack chairs, “Just think, you could have it all, dates, hand-holding, probably mind-blowing sex.” She glanced up to see Waverly began to blush, “You guys would probably get married, have bunch of tiny red-heads running around frockling as you look at each other completely lovesick. Wynonna would be a great aunt-”

“Stop.” Waverly’s face could only be described as wistful.

“Is it worth living with that kind of regret?”

The chairs were stacked and Waverly took the broom out, “Fine, does that sound perfect? Yes!” Rosita gave herself a mental high-five, “But she’s not interested in me.”

Rosita couldn’t help it, she snorted. “Okay, here’s where you’re completely delusional.”

“How could you know?” Waverly demanded, “You’ve talked to her maybe three times.”

“I knew in the first minute.”

The first minute had been particularly memorable, it was one of her first days on the job, and Waverly had been tasked with showing her the ropes. It had gone well, until the beer tap had erupted all over Waverly’s shirt and Nicole, who had just come in, had knocked three bar stools down.

Rosita had just taken a step back and watched the two with unbelieving eyes, and later, when she finally met Wynonna, had inquired what was up.

Wynonna had set down her whiskey and sighed, “When your best friend is in need of a roommate and you recommend your sister, you don’t think they are going to fall in love with each other. Hell, I didn’t even notice until Doc asked me how long they had been dating, and at first I was a little pissed. But then, they do this shit,” She waved to where the two were playing an abysmal round of pool, “And their sexual tension makes me horny.”

“How long has this been happening?”

“Two very long years.” Wynonna sat her glass down with a thud.

“And no one’s?”

“Of course we’ve all tried! They’re the two most stubborn people I’ve ever met, Waverly won’t admit anything’s there and Nicole just stares off into space when it’s mentioned as if she’s gone deaf.” Wynonna leaned in and whispered, “We looked them in a closet one time, you know, to make them fess up, and they managed to get out of it. I still don’t know how.”

Waverly snorted, “It’s not like I haven’t tried to see if she was, you know, I live with her.”

“Okay.” Rosita, “Sure, I know you know like, 5 languages, but I’m pretty sure body isn’t one of them.”

Waverly’s mouth dropped open. “I’ll have you know that I was Head Cheerleader.”

Rosita frowned, not sure how that was relevant, and continued on her point, “I mean, what have you done besides make the poor officer all hot and bothered.”

Waverly stomped her foot like a toddler, “I’ve you know, I’ve-”

“Every time you so much as look at anyone else she gets jealous.” That wasn’t strictly true, probably wasn’t at all, but the reaction was priceless.

Waverly sputtered, and almost knocked over the stack of chairs, “She doesn’t.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Waverly!”

“I’ll prove it to you.” Waverly’s eyes gleamed and Rosita swallowed, feeling like she’d stepped on a landmine.

“Yeah?” Her dad always said she never knew when to stop.

“Date me.”

“Uh, what?” Rosita blinked and looked around. The voice had not come from somewhere else.

“You say that Nicole gets jealous, pretend to date me.”

“Um.”

“And if she does, I’ll know, and I’ll ask her out.”

“Okay, that is an insane plan,” Rosita said, “And then what, tell her our relationship is just a joke? How would that go over well?”

“Well, no.” Waverly frowned. “We’ll just break up.”

“After a day?”

“Yes?”

Rosita sighed as she walked over to Waverly and put her hands on her shoulders. “Waverly, I love you, but I’m not letting anyone think I had a relationship for a day. That’s like a one night stand where the sex is almost good enough you’ll ignore how everything else is horrible.”

“Fine, then we’ll do it for a month.”

“A month?” Rosita choked.

“Are you in?”

Rosita felt frozen as Waverly looked sadly at the bar. She remembered Wynonna’s words, “Two very long years.” If this was going to be the thing to get them together, well.

“And at the end, when Nicole is obviously not heartbroken, you have to drop this. Forever!” Waverly added.

Rosita stared, “Fine, but I get to decide if she’s not heartbroken. You have to actually listen to me about it. Not brush it off like you usually do.”

“Fine.” Waverly grit out.

“And I get to choose my shifts for the next month.”

Waverly narrowed her eyes. “Fine.” She gritted out.

“Perfect.” Rosita grinned. “See you around, darling.”

It was a stupid plan. A horrible one. But if it meant Waverly was doing something about her feelings, then it was better than her lusting and mopeing around.

Right?

Rosita awoke to a loud banging on her door and rolled over in bed with a moan. It was Saturday. Her clock flashed 8:12 AM. She didn’t have classes today and her shift didn’t start until the evening, so why was someone interrupting the only time she got to sleep in?

She padded out of bed as the banging grew faster, and swung open the door, not even caring that she wasn’t wearing pants, “WHAT!”

She wasn’t sure if she was more surprised that Wynonna Earp was up this early or that she was at her apartment. How did Wynonna even get this address? They’d talked like five times, not counting when Wynonna ordered drinks.

“You bitch!” Wynonna took a step forward and the next thing Rosita knew her face hurt.

She staggered back. “What. The. Fuck.”

“You’re dating Waverly?!”

“What?” Rosita asked, “God my coffee maker isn’t even on yet.” She whined as she rubbed her face. She couldn’t believe that Wynonna had punched her.

“Talk!” Wynonna growled, “I wake up to nine messages this morning. Nine!”

Wynonna shoved her phone in Rosita’s chest. Rosita barely caught it and she stared at the blank screen. “It’s off.” Wynonna grabbed the phone back and unlocked it and shoved it into Rosita’s face, her hand vibrating.

Rosita blinked a couple times before she could focus on the screen.

Haughtstuff (2:45am): Wynonna?

Haughtstuff (2:45am): Are you up?

Haughtstuff (2:45am): Plzzzzz

Haughtstuff (2:45am): Ok

Haughtstuff (2:45am): You’re not

Haughtstuff (2:45am): Your sister just told me she’s dating Rosita

Haughtstuff (2:45am): The other bartender

Haughtstuff (2:45am): Why didn’t you warn me!!!!

Haughtstuff (2:45am): What the hell dude

Wynonna (7:53am): wut the fuck?

Wynonna (7:53am): she didnt tell me that

“Umm,” Rosita blinked several more times and read the messages again until it faded to black.

“You know. You know that they are in love with each other.”

“Yes.”

Wynonna’s jaw dropped, “And what? You think you’ll date Waverly? What kind of masochist are you! Are you just playing with my sister!”

“SHUT UP!” Rosita massaged her temples, “WE AREN’T DATING!”

“What?”

Rosita sighed and gestured Wynonna inside, “I was baiting Waverly.”

“As we all do.”

“And she was all like Nicole’s never jealous.”

“Maybe she needs glasses?”

“So we’re arguing and she says she’s going to have to prove me wrong. And if Nicole’s jealous, then she’ll ask her out.”

“How are you going to prove it?” Wynonna demanded.

“We’re going to pretend to date,” The answer hung between them.

“Fuck.” Wynonna said and sat down on a nearby chair. “I should probably get you some ice.”

Rosita’s glare hardened. “Yes, the kitchen’s that way.”

“She swore that she would do something about it then?”

“Yes.”

There was just the sound of the freezer being opened. “Really. Huh.”

Wynonna returned and tossed a bag of frozen peas at Rosita. “I’m just kind of amazed.”

“Well, she did. So, now we just have to show Waverly these texts.”

“No.” Wynonna said and then frowned sadly. “I wish, but Nicole would kill me, and I already know that Waverly would say some shit like,” Wynonna flung some hair over her shoulder and made her voice higher, “She was just so surprised and wants to know in case I bring Rosita over.”

Rosita sighed, “Sounds like Waverly.”

They settled into silence until Wynonna cleared her throat and Rosita looked up to see Wynonna staring at her bare legs.

Rosita stood, “Now leave, next time you’re over here it better be with coffee and donuts.”

“As you wish.” Wynonna mocked. “And sorry, about punching you, I just.”

“Hey,” Rosita smiled, “It would be crazy if Waverly and I started dating. And a little insane. I may deserve a punch for that.”

Wynonna nodded and headed towards her door, “Didn’t think you were the type to sleep in negligee but if you have the assets you should flaunt them.”

The door shut before Rosita could find something suitable to throw.

“What happened to your face?”

Waverly’s exclamation easily cuts over the din of Shorty’s and Rosita blinks for a second before remembering that Wynonna’s punch had left a slowly growing bruise.

Several regulars looked on and Jimmy let out a whistle, “Got you good too.”

Rosita rolled her eyes, “Caught the bad end of a punch.” She answered.

Waverly looked like she was about to ask more questions, but Rosita gave her a pointed glare and she returned to stacking glasses. Rosita shrugged off her coat and stepped behind the bar.

“So?”

“So?” Waverly questioned.

Rosita rolled her eyes. How was she a graduate student? “So, how did telling Nicole go?”

“Oh.” Waverly’s voice was flatter than the guitar one of Rosita’s ex’s had left three years ago.

“Oh?”

“She, well, she just said congratulations and then she went to her room.”

“Okay!” Rosita said. “She probably went to cry or something.”

“What?! No she didn’t. She didn’t care at all.”

Rosita sighed. “Remember when I said you’d have to listen to me? To at least acknowledge what I said?”

Waverly just crossed her arms, “How many times have you even talked to Nicole?”

Rosita sighed, “Fine, whatever, have you thought about how we’re going to sell this?”

A look passed on Waverly’s face, but Rosita had no idea how to read it. “We can figure that out later, it’s not like we’re going to have to face her together yet.”

The door slammed open, “Hellloooo!” Wynonna called with a grin. Behind her a slumping Nicole walked in.

“Hi.” Waverly said faintly.

Rosita rolled her eyes and then kissed Waverly’s forehead and turned to greet the duo. Wynonna was grinning like a mad woman and Nicole just had a faint frown etched onto her face. “What can I get you two?”

“Whiskey.” Wynonna smiled. “Doubles.”

“Wynonna.” Nicole said warningly.

“Oh, Haughtshot wants triples.”

“Do not Rosita,” Nicole sighed as she looked at Wynonna’s face, “We’ll have doubles.” She mumbled out.

“And this is why you’re my best friend.” Wynonna said. “I’m telling you, the only way is to drink away the sorrows.”

“Sorrows?” Rosita said as she gave them their drinks, curling her toes to keep from laughing at Wynonna’s exaggerated wink.

“Um, it was a hard, a really hard day at work.” Nicole mumbled out and then drank half the glass in one go.

Rosita and Wynonna shared a look that had Rosita turning away before Nicole saw her grin. “Hey, Waverly.” Rosita called, “Keep an eye on Nicole and Wynonna.”

Waverly frowned at her, but wandered over. “Fine.”

As she passed, Rosita whispered in her ear, “Nicole’s having a bad day.”

Waverly transformed instantly and booked it towards the pair.

Hopeless. The pair of them.

Why did she even try? How could Waverly not see the longing in Nicole’s eyes? Or how she looked torn between punching Rosita or crying? Or the sheer happenstance that her bad day is the day that Waverly is suddenly not single?

“Hi.” Nicole said faintly. “So that’s Rosita.”

“You remember her. You see her all the time when you pick me up.” Waverly said and pushed Nicole’s shoulder carefully.

Rosita turned around and saw Nicole looking down her body and then immediately shifting back to Rosita’s eyes, swallowing nervously. Waverly was on the side, watching Nicole carefully, while Wynonna was chuckling.

Nicole’s eyes lingered on the bruise adorning Rosita’s face, but she didn’t say anything, just took another long sip. “I’m not cleaning up after you.” Wynonna said, staring at Nicole pointedly, “You have to hold your liquor just fine.”

Rosita watched for a moment until Jimmy waved for another beer and left to the other end of the bar. They’d be fine. Probably.

Throughout the night, Rosita watched Nicole and Waverly carefully. Waverly was a little jumpy, nervous enough that she spilled a tray of drinks. Luckily, onto the floor and not someone else, but it was still ridiculous. Rosita wasn’t sure if she’d ever see Waverly spill a whole tray before. Even when she was bumped around at the height of hockey season.

Nicole kept up at a rate faster than Wynonna, and alternated between studying Rosita and staring forlornly at Waverly. Rosita began to give Waverly little touches, a caress of her arm, brushing her hair behind her ear, and silently thanked god that they were at work and nothing more would be acceptable. Waverly seemed too skittish to even notice it was happening. Nicole stared until she was far past buzzed and then started talking loudly to Wynonna. Who was much too amused by the whole thing.

“I’ll have another.” Nicole slurred leaning over the bar, “Actually, no I can get it myself.”

“I’m cutting you off.” Rosita said and batted away Nicole’s arms.

“Noooo.” Nicole whined. “Wynonna tell her no.”

Wynonna waved her arms, “You can trust us. I mean her. She’s the responsible one.”

“Don’t you have work tomorrow?” Rosita hoped.

“No. I’ll just be sad and hungover.”

Rosita looked around, but Waverly was on the other side of the room getting people’s orders. “Well, no more for you.”

“Rosita, you’re beautiful you know that?” Nicole said. “So damn beautiful.”

Rosita hesitated, “Um thanks.”

“You better.” Nicole waved a finger in the air, “You better treat Waverly right, okay?” Rosita nodded. “Good. Man, I wish I could hate you.” Nicole mumbled.

Rosita glared at Wynonna who wasn’t even hiding the fact that she was laughing.

“At least you’re beautiful though.” Nicole said. “Waverly!” Nicole brightened. “I was just saying that Rosita’s hot.” Nicole frowned at herself.

Rosita pointed to Wynonna, “Get her out.” And Wynonna didn’t hesitate, leaning Nicole’s arm on her shoulder and practically carrying her on the bar.

Waverly sat down on the sink, the fact that her pants were getting wet not even registering, “She likes you.”

“No,” Rosita said, “you should have heard what she said beforehand.”

“This is over.” Waverly said. “I figured it out.” Her eyes were filled with tears.

“No.” Rosita said desperately, “no.”

“You heard her!” A tear ran down her face.

“She was saying that because she felt she can’t compete.”

“Stop it!” Waverly almost shouted and Rosita was grateful that there were enough people that it was loud enough to bury their voices. “Don’t try to make me feel better.”

Rosita grabbed Waverly’s arm to prevent her from turning away. “Waverly, tell me that you aren’t this stupid.”

“I’m, I’m, not.” Waverly stuttered.

“Give this more time. She was drunk and heartbroken.”

“Yeah, for you.” Waverly’s lip trembled.

“I’ll prove that she doesn’t like me.” Rosita said, “I swear it.”

Waverly wrapped her arms around her and nodded, “Please.”

“I know when a woman is flirting with me, and that was not it.”

Waverly gave a watery chuckle, “Ok.”

“You understand, Nicole’s a lesbian, just because she’s in love with you doesn’t mean she’s blind.”

Waverly lifted her head up and stepped back, her arms dropping. “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” Rosita put her arms on either shoulder. “Now, are you ready to ask her out?”

“What?” Waverly said, “No.”

“Waverly, she got drunk, she obviously isn’t thrilled about the development. How often does she get drunk?”

Waverly ignored her question, “I’m sure she’s just worried how intrusive we’ll be and doesn’t want to worry about feeling unwelcome at her apartment.”

“Oh my god,” Rosita said, “You’re hopeless.”

“What!” Waverly cried.

“She’s obviously completely gone for you.”

“No,” Waverly straightened her spine. “It wouldn’t make sense for her to be calling you hot if I was the one she was interested in.”

“Waverly.”

“So, no, I’m definitely not asking her out.”

“You can’t quit now.”

Waverly hesitated, and then spotted someone, “We are at work, we need to work.”

Rosita watched her walk away and bit down a groan. Next to her Jimmy raised his hand, eyes sparkling with amusement, “I could use another glass.”

Rosita filled it and pushed it down with more force than strictly necessary. She crossed her arms as she waited for Waverly to return. But Waverly ignored her and started to organize glasses.

Rosita marched over, “We are not ending this on the first night, okay. This is going to work.”

“Nicole isn’t interested, we found out, it’s over.”

“No, I know that Nicole is, you’re just too blind to see it, and some little comment when she’s drunk and heartbroken means nothing.”

“She isn’t heartbroken.”

“God, how did you graduate college?”

“With honors!”

“We aren’t ending this.”

“Fine.”

“She loves you.”

“She really doesn’t.”

“Wanna bet?”

Waverly stopped and blinked a couple times. “What?”

“I can’t have you skipping out because Nicole isn’t pulling out a sword and dueling for your hand.”

“Nicole would never do that.” Waverly scoffed and Rosita raised an eyebrow.

“So, $100 that she’ll tell you to break up with me by the end of the month.”

“$100!” Waverly gaped.

“It has to be worth it.” Rosita shrugged.

“Fine.” Waverly said. “This will be the saddest $100 I’ve ever made.”

“I’ll put $15 in that she does something by the end of the week,” Jimmy called.

“Shut up Jimmy!” They both yelled, still staring at each other. Rosita held out her hand and Waverly furiously shook it.

“It’s a deal,” Waverly said.

“I can’t wait.” Rosita flounced away, “$100 and my friend’s undying happiness.”

“Ughh,” Waverly groaned, “I wish.”

“This is going to be the happiest $100 you give away.” Rosita reminded and then turned to some customers. This was going to work. It had too. She could barely deal with fifteen minutes of sad Waverly.

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