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"Fuck... ugh, this isn't my bedroom... fuuuuuuck."
It's not like Court's never woken up next to a groaning, hungover woman in her bed before. She's worn out more than a few baddies before she could get them into a cab; it's a point of pride for her that she can go longer and harder than most girls can keep up with.
But while she's called the woman in bed next to her a lot of things, baddie has never, ever been one of them.
"T, the fuck you doing in my bed?"
"A lot of fucking, I think," T says. "God. I'm sore in places I didn't even know I had."
"Nah. Nah, this ain't it. Tell me we had a threesome or some shit."
"I don't think we did," T says, levering herself upright in a cloud of dust, a single giant gold hoop dangling from her right ear, and not a stitch of clothing.
Court stares. The pillow is covered with long, silky hair the same shade of dyed blonde as T's curls, arranged like a deconstructed wig. Little piles of black and pink dust dot the pillowcase, and the sheets on the other side of the bed are faintly beige and powdery. "Dead. Ass. What. The. Fuck."
"You got a shirt I can borrow? Just 'cause you've seen me naked doesn't mean I wanna have this conversation with everything out, and... I don't know what's left of what I wore last night."
Court waves vaguely at her dresser and buries her head under the blankets like a gentleman. She hears T rummaging around, some furtive rustling, and mutters of "There goes another thong... oh, shit, oh thank you past me, this doesn't gotta be more awkward than it already is... aiite, Court, you can stop hiding."
"Not hiding," Court grumbles, but she comes out from under the blanket. T's still there, wearing an old Sun shirt, a pair of gray briefs, and a sheepish expression. "So, this shit wasn't a dream?"
"So you know how I said I wasn't gonna go out last night, and how it's like that once a month?"
"Yeah, but I thought that was, like, period shit or some shit. Not my business."
"It'd be less weird. People get that, you know? They'd even get it if I was a werewolf, that's a thing that people heard of. But me? I turn into a baddie when the moon is full."
Court stares at her. "I know I ain't hear that right," she says.
"Said what I said. I grow out a full buss down, I lose some other hair-" T looks down at her crotch- "I, like, grow out a full face of makeup and full-body foundation. It all falls off in the morning, which is good 'cause if I had to get my ink redone every month, I'd lose my mind. Sorry 'bout the mess, though."
Court shakes her head, still in disbelief. "I don't..."
But the morning sun shifts and the light catches T's eyes, and Court trails off.
The club seethed with energy: the music mix was on point and the beat was perfect for dancing, the drinks were flowing fast and strong, the floor was packed with hot bodies. Court could almost taste salt in the air, but maybe that was from the margarita she'd stolen from one of the girls who thought they could pick her up. Trouble was begging to be found, and if she couldn't find it, she'd just have to make it.
Someone bought her a shot, and she downed it without looking for the buyer. Too aggressive an approach to work on her, but it wasn't like she was going to turn down a free drink. But she was there to hunt, not be hunted; to find and choose a girl for a few hours or for the night, not to put herself up for anyone's approval. She'd moved past that need a long time ago.
She ordered two shots of Crown, threw back one, offered the second to a pretty little thing in red lace and downed it herself when the girl turned away from her, and hit the dance floor before she could do anything else that stupid. She flowed into the crowd like she was born to it, swaying and shimmying her way along one body to another, testing limits with her hands and hips, letting each moment carry her away into the next.
A few songs into the set, she found a comfortable rhythm grinding against a girl so light-skinned she practically glowed. Her hoop earrings jangled in time with every push of her ass into Court's body, with every thrust Court threw back into her. Together they moved in time, and Court was content to keep going as long as the girl could keep it up; the girl didn't have much of an ass, but she knew how to use it.
"Nice to meet you," Court said two songs later, when she'd decided it was time to catch her breath, shift positions, take a break, and maybe get a look at the girl's face.
"Hi," the girl said after a moment, like she was processing something. Her voice was a soft, needy whisper that went straight to Court's clit with all kinds of ideas about what a girl with that voice would do. She looked shyly at Court through long lashes, brushing long honey blonde hair out of her face as she did. There was a little bit of rosiness to her face, even behind the blush of her beat, like she'd been caught being naughty. It made Court relish the idea of taking it even further.
"Whatcha drinking?" she offered.
"Pop," the girl admitted.
"Lemme get you some real shit, treat you right," Court said, pulling the girl to the bar with her. "C'mon, whatcha want? I got you."
"I shouldn't..." the girl said, but it was the kind of hesitation Court had learned to read as an invitation to be persuaded.
"Just one. It's just one night, right?"
The girl started giggling. "Just one night," she echoed like Court had made a joke. "Okay. Just one."
Court signaled the bartender. "Gimme a Bud Light. What's your pleasure, babe?"
"Sweet. Strong. Little kick to it," the girl said after a moment's thought.
"You heard the lady. Make her something nice."
"ID," the bartender said to the girl.
The girl dug through her purse and took out a card. The bartender looked at it so long Court started wondering if it was fake and she needed to back off before she got into the wrong kind of trouble. The girl leaned forward, eyes widening, and the strobes caught and reflected in her eyes, revealing a startling shade of blue-gray that took Court's breath away.
Shocked into sincerity, Court said, "Anyone ever tell you you got real pretty eyes?"
"You mean it?"
"Believe it," Court said with the half-buzzed solemnity of a vow.
"Thanks," the girl said, her smile sweet and soft.
The bartender returned with Court's beer and something thick and pink for the girl. They laughed, and Court toasted her with the bottle before chugging half of it in one shot. The girl sipped her drink, then started taking longer gulps. "Oh, that's- oh, wow. That's strong. That's nice. Hey, bartender?"
Her voice was quiet enough that Court had to strain to hear her, which meant there was no way the bartender could. "You sure?" Court asked her. "Cuz you said you shouldn't and I don't wanna force you."
"Shouldn’t, but I want to." There was a pause as a pensive look crossed her face. It made her look achingly vulnerable and utterly wreckable. In that soft voice, she confessed, "I want to do a lot of things I shouldn't."
There was a little cream on the girl's upper lip, Court noticed as she leaned in to kiss her. She licked it off, then claimed the rest of the girl's mouth. It tasted sweet, like almonds and chocolate. "Get another one of those," she suggested as she broke the kiss.
"Okay," the girl said, and she closed the distance between them for another kiss, this one a tentative brush of lips, but one with steadily building pressure.
Court pulled back. "Damn, girl, I meant the drink, but I like your style," she said, laughing.
"Sorry-"
"I said I liked it, didn't I? Hey, yo, bartender! Another round for me and the lady- girl, I got you, don't let nobody tell you I don't know how to treat a girl."
The second round of drinks arrived, and the girl started working through hers like there was no tomorrow. Court shotgunned the beer and asked, "You got plans for the rest of the night?"
"I didn't even plan this far," the girl admitted.
"You want some? Finish that drink and I'll show you a good time."
She gave the girl her best smile, and watched as it melted the girl's last doubts like an ice cube under a flamethrower. "Okay," the girl said, her head tilting back and giving Court another look at those startling, luminous eyes.
T's eyes are startlingly light, terribly familiar, in the morning sun. Court buries her face in the pillow and makes a noise somewhere between a scream and a laugh, caught between horror and hysterics. "So we-"
"Yeah."
"All night?"
"I think you knocked out first."
Pride stung, Court rolls over and snaps, "The hell I did!"
"You tell yourself whatever you gotta tell yourself," T says.
"Man, I don't wanna be telling myself nothing about fucking my best bro," Court groans, eyes fixed on the ceiling, arms raised as if asking God to call a foul on the entire sequence of events.
"It happened. Doesn't have to be anything other than that," T says with a shrug.
Court recognizes the signs that T does have more to say, that there's pride and emotion wrapped up behind that lack of expression. But that's a conversation she doesn't want to have, and she's pretty sure T isn't ready for it either. "Yeah, we got a game today, too, shit. Ain't got time to be weird about this."
"And... we don't let it happen again?"
"And we don't ever let it happen again, believe it," Court says fervently.