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Day 28 of writing_fest
Prompt: Last line is "And that's why we're never going shopping together ever again!"
“God, Spike, that was the most humiliating experience of my entire life!” Dawn yelled, throwing the Victoria’s Secret bag onto the couch beside him. He didn’t even look up from the crap Lifetime Television movie he was suddenly intent on watching.
“I don’t know why you’re in such a snit. I was engaged to get you a training bra and that’s just what I did,” Anya huffed from the doorway. “You were petulant and squirmed like a lizard. I think I should get at least a thank you.” She turned to Spike, hand outstretched, “A thank you and cash. You owe me $28.09, receipt’s in the bag.” Spike looked at the bag and quickly looked away. He’d much rather trust Anya than root around the bit’s under things. He gave a shiver of revulsion at even the thought, handing over some crumpled bills. Anya looked at him expectantly until he found the dime as well.
Dawn continued as though the conversation hadn’t switched gears, “You kept touching my boobs and told me three times that one is way bigger,” she took a breath, slipping into an uncanny copy of Anya’s clipped cadence, “but that’s perfectly normal and maybe if you lift weights and drink more milk they’ll even out over time. God, everyone in the entire store could hear you!” Dawn crossed her arms over her woefully lopsided chest and gave Anya a steely glare.
“Or, if they don’t you can always get cosmetic surgery. Here in California minors can get things fixed a lot earlier than most states. It’s very progressive.” She paused expectantly, “why are you glaring at me? I’m helping!”
Spike shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to refocus on Shannen Doherty’s cheating boyfriend or missing baby or pretty much anything but the two women squaring off in the living room.
Dawn put both hands on her hips, eyes glittering dangerously, “And that’s why we’re never going shopping together ever again.”
Prompt: Last line is "And that's why we're never going shopping together ever again!"
“God, Spike, that was the most humiliating experience of my entire life!” Dawn yelled, throwing the Victoria’s Secret bag onto the couch beside him. He didn’t even look up from the crap Lifetime Television movie he was suddenly intent on watching.
“I don’t know why you’re in such a snit. I was engaged to get you a training bra and that’s just what I did,” Anya huffed from the doorway. “You were petulant and squirmed like a lizard. I think I should get at least a thank you.” She turned to Spike, hand outstretched, “A thank you and cash. You owe me $28.09, receipt’s in the bag.” Spike looked at the bag and quickly looked away. He’d much rather trust Anya than root around the bit’s under things. He gave a shiver of revulsion at even the thought, handing over some crumpled bills. Anya looked at him expectantly until he found the dime as well.
Dawn continued as though the conversation hadn’t switched gears, “You kept touching my boobs and told me three times that one is way bigger,” she took a breath, slipping into an uncanny copy of Anya’s clipped cadence, “but that’s perfectly normal and maybe if you lift weights and drink more milk they’ll even out over time. God, everyone in the entire store could hear you!” Dawn crossed her arms over her woefully lopsided chest and gave Anya a steely glare.
“Or, if they don’t you can always get cosmetic surgery. Here in California minors can get things fixed a lot earlier than most states. It’s very progressive.” She paused expectantly, “why are you glaring at me? I’m helping!”
Spike shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to refocus on Shannen Doherty’s cheating boyfriend or missing baby or pretty much anything but the two women squaring off in the living room.
Dawn put both hands on her hips, eyes glittering dangerously, “And that’s why we’re never going shopping together ever again.”