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Alternate (unfinished) ending to the short story, "Happy Ending":
While the others ordered their drinks, Natalie leaned over the table and hovered above the condiments unstably with a look of mischief on her face. I leaned forward and she whispered something into my ear. I didn't catch all of it, but I did distinctly hear "Nik" and "move" and "now." And possibly "back of the..." but I'm not sure I want to think about that now. I looked across the table at him and he was looking relaxed and indescribably cute with his bangs hanging just past his eyebrows into his face. I sighed and promptly felt a kick from under the table. I shot Natalie a dirty look.
Beside me, Kennedy was giggling at something the others were talking about. She was dressed in a tight black...something. It showed off her bust quite a bit and her hair, which was a natural medium blond, had been dyed a pink-magenta hue, but she was otherwise just like a little girl. She had a baby face that made her seem far younger than she really was, and it was only the makeup that added back on the years. Her laugh was childish and even her disposition was that of a child, or a very drugged, easily-amused girl, but she wasn't a druggie. The girl just liked to role play, and tonight she was...a pink haired dominatrix, I suppose.
The band had somehow started, and I don't think any of us noticed or even quietened. And I only really started to pay attention after Evelynne and Devlin went to the dancefloor. Natalie briefly looked hurt, but only I caught the look. It was quickly replaced by her normal easy-going one. I sipped my root beer and looked out on the floor. Evelynne and Devlin stayed close to us, but it was easy to pick out Evelynne's white outfit on the crowded floor. She moved fluidly, and Devlin's hands found their way to her waist. He spun her around and I could hear her laughter drift across the cafe. It sounded like bells.
While the others ordered their drinks, Natalie leaned over the table and hovered above the condiments unstably with a look of mischief on her face. I leaned forward and she whispered something into my ear. I didn't catch all of it, but I did distinctly hear "Nik" and "move" and "now." And possibly "back of the..." but I'm not sure I want to think about that now. I looked across the table at him and he was looking relaxed and indescribably cute with his bangs hanging just past his eyebrows into his face. I sighed and promptly felt a kick from under the table. I shot Natalie a dirty look.
Beside me, Kennedy was giggling at something the others were talking about. She was dressed in a tight black...something. It showed off her bust quite a bit and her hair, which was a natural medium blond, had been dyed a pink-magenta hue, but she was otherwise just like a little girl. She had a baby face that made her seem far younger than she really was, and it was only the makeup that added back on the years. Her laugh was childish and even her disposition was that of a child, or a very drugged, easily-amused girl, but she wasn't a druggie. The girl just liked to role play, and tonight she was...a pink haired dominatrix, I suppose.
The band had somehow started, and I don't think any of us noticed or even quietened. And I only really started to pay attention after Evelynne and Devlin went to the dancefloor. Natalie briefly looked hurt, but only I caught the look. It was quickly replaced by her normal easy-going one. I sipped my root beer and looked out on the floor. Evelynne and Devlin stayed close to us, but it was easy to pick out Evelynne's white outfit on the crowded floor. She moved fluidly, and Devlin's hands found their way to her waist. He spun her around and I could hear her laughter drift across the cafe. It sounded like bells.