What is a friend?
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
Curled at one end of the sofa in her thermal jammies, Emma reached for another of the brownies her best friend had brought for their sleepover. A lot of the time when they got together it meant dancing and flirting with the men they met out, but it was a cold January in Britain and tonight she and Lola had decided on movies, junk food, and pajamas at Emma’s flat.
“What should we watch next, Lols?” she asked as she brought the chewy chocolate to her mouth. “Do we want sappy romance, scary aliens, or twu wub and ROUSes?”
“What about auto chases and things blowing up?” she suggested as she picked a chocolate chip from her brownie and tossed it in her mouth. Lola had lost count how many brownies she’d consumed. It was the only way to eat sweets in her opinion; with abandon.
Large blue eyes flicked to her best friend and mischief curled her lips up. “There’s the naked films too. You know, with all the fucking.”
Emma’s nose crinkled and she gave Lola a shove with her foot. “Lola! That’s disgusting. I mean, doing -- that is fun, but I don’t want to watch it.” She liked being with Michael, but it was private. Lola didn’t have the same scruples about it and Emma loved her despite their differences, but her most favorite libertine could watch those kinds of movies on her own.
A heavy sigh escaped Lola at her friend’s expected pronouncement. “Baby steps, I suppose.”
The truth was that Lola didn’t even watch pornographic films herself. She’d seen them, of course, but she’d much rather be doing the fucking than watching it. She liked to shock people though - most especially her best friend. It always amused her that they had become friends given how different they were in a lot of ways. Most girls in school had turned up their noses at her because of her chosen pastimes with many of the boys. Lola hated double standards - that blokes could do as much fucking as they wanted and no one thought badly of them, but if birds did the same then they were thought of as slags. Emma had never made Lola feel as if she was a bad person for those things though. She had always accepted her just the way she was and for that Lola loved her to itty bitty pieces.
Lola stretched then, luxuriating in the few pops and the burn of sore muscles from the hours and hours of barre work she’d done earlier in the day. It was the errant thought of her unusually rigorous morning ballet exercises that reminded her of the brilliant idea she’d had when she was looking over the performance schedule again that morning.
She popped up from her sprawl on the sofa, excitement skittered along her nerves. “Ems, I just remembered the fucking epic idea I had earlier,” she began, eyes lighting with the fun that might be had. “One of the girls told me about this club in Amsterdam where they have just about anything you can possibly think of. Dionysus? It’s supposed to be like the fucking den of iniquities,” she said with a grin. “I was thinking that we could get some VIP passes and go after my performance?”
Emma’s mind went to the burlesque she and Michael had visited, which was about the naughtiest club she’d ever been in, and tried to imagine a place that had ‘anything’ Lola could think of. A hint of pink tinted her cheeks, but it didn’t stop the grin from spreading across her face. It would be an adventure and it had been too long since she and her best friend had had one of those. This would be a little different from their typical adventures though. There would be another person along. One Emma had neglected to mention to Lola so far.
“Do you think you could get an extra pass?” Emma asked, lips twitching at her fellow kitten’s curious look. “I’m bringing a guest. A pretty one.”
“A girly pretty, or the Pretty Man, pretty?” she asked, sly grin slipping over her features as she stalked across the couch on all fours toward her friend.
With more casualness than she felt, though nothing could quite hide the excitement in her eyes, Emma shrugged. “It might be a certain pretty man I’m very fond of. He might’ve wanted to send his appreciation for the perfume behind the knees trick, and I might’ve said he could tell you himself if he came with me to Amsterdam.” A big, toothy grin flashed. “And he might have said yes.”
A squeal escaped Lola and she closed the remaining space by tackling Emma. “He said yes!” She eskimo kissed her friend and then leaned back into the cushions so she could see the blonde’s face. “I told you he’d like the perfume behind the knees. Makes them want to spend more time in the general area,” she said around a big grin. The addition to their little party in Amsterdam was unexpected, but not unwelcome, especially as Emma’s pretty man was coming. She’d heard about the bloke for ages, but never had a chance to meet him.
“Ohmygosh, Lols, wait until you meet him. I mean, obviously there’s the pretty because Michael’s the most beautiful man ever, but there’s just something about him,” Emma gushed, her eyes glazing over as she thought of her playmate. “He doesn’t say much, but he notices everything and he’s just warm and cozy.” Leaning back against the cushions, she sighed. “I like him.”
“I don’t think I picked up on that from the fact that you’re grinning like a loon and do every time you talk about him,” Lola said before she giggled at the dreamy expression on Emma’s face. As much as her friend said that Michael was just her playmate, Lola knew Emma cared for him a lot more than that. In the going steady kind of way. Not that Lola would ever say such a thing to her friend. Emma would start worrying about commitment and monogamy and relationships, and that she wasn’t ready, and then that would ruin all the dreamy fun she was having. She’d realize it in her own time. Or she wouldn’t. Either way, it was best for Emma to see these things on her own.
Lola wrapped an arm around Emma’s middle and snuggled in. “I have to ask someone to come along now, you know.”
Curling around her friend, Emma stuck her tongue out at the smart aleck comment. She couldn’t help being excited. Michael and she had only even gone out a couple of times, most of the time their activities were the sort you did in the privacy of your own home. Going abroad with him was a big deal and it was sure to be lots of fun.
“You do,” Emma agreed, leaning her head against Lola’s. “So when are you going to ask Graham along?” Her lips curled, knowing a frown was forming on Lola’s face at the mention of her longest term and only recurring lover. Her friend loved to tear him to shreds and hated to admit she loved anything else about him.
“Graham’s a git,” Lola said, not for the first time. Despite the downturn of her lips, a little part of her fluttered at the thought of maybe seeing him again as it’d been awhile since they’d last shared a bed.
“Your git,” Emma teased, dropping a kiss to Lola’s nose when the brunette turned her glare up at her. “What? Name one other man you’d want to spend that much time with.”
“That’s beside the point,” she said, more to be contrary than anything else. The truth was that Graham was the only man she liked to spend any amount of time with. She slept with a lot of men, but she rarely did more than a single night. She’d been sleeping with, and just hanging around with Graham, since they were in school.
A pink flush began to creep up Emma’s neck and into her face even as a wicked gleam shone in her eyes. “Hey Lols?” she whispered, snuggling down further and resting her forehead against Lola’s when her friend looked over. “We’re totally getting shagged in Amsterdam.” She erupted into giggles.
“Yes, we fucking are,” Lola agreed around her wide grin before she, too, started giggling like crazy.
SUMMARY: Emma and Lola have a girls night in and talk about boys.
Curled at one end of the sofa in her thermal jammies, Emma reached for another of the brownies her best friend had brought for their sleepover. A lot of the time when they got together it meant dancing and flirting with the men they met out, but it was a cold January in Britain and tonight she and Lola had decided on movies, junk food, and pajamas at Emma’s flat.
“What should we watch next, Lols?” she asked as she brought the chewy chocolate to her mouth. “Do we want sappy romance, scary aliens, or twu wub and ROUSes?”
“What about auto chases and things blowing up?” she suggested as she picked a chocolate chip from her brownie and tossed it in her mouth. Lola had lost count how many brownies she’d consumed. It was the only way to eat sweets in her opinion; with abandon.
Large blue eyes flicked to her best friend and mischief curled her lips up. “There’s the naked films too. You know, with all the fucking.”
Emma’s nose crinkled and she gave Lola a shove with her foot. “Lola! That’s disgusting. I mean, doing -- that is fun, but I don’t want to watch it.” She liked being with Michael, but it was private. Lola didn’t have the same scruples about it and Emma loved her despite their differences, but her most favorite libertine could watch those kinds of movies on her own.
A heavy sigh escaped Lola at her friend’s expected pronouncement. “Baby steps, I suppose.”
The truth was that Lola didn’t even watch pornographic films herself. She’d seen them, of course, but she’d much rather be doing the fucking than watching it. She liked to shock people though - most especially her best friend. It always amused her that they had become friends given how different they were in a lot of ways. Most girls in school had turned up their noses at her because of her chosen pastimes with many of the boys. Lola hated double standards - that blokes could do as much fucking as they wanted and no one thought badly of them, but if birds did the same then they were thought of as slags. Emma had never made Lola feel as if she was a bad person for those things though. She had always accepted her just the way she was and for that Lola loved her to itty bitty pieces.
Lola stretched then, luxuriating in the few pops and the burn of sore muscles from the hours and hours of barre work she’d done earlier in the day. It was the errant thought of her unusually rigorous morning ballet exercises that reminded her of the brilliant idea she’d had when she was looking over the performance schedule again that morning.
She popped up from her sprawl on the sofa, excitement skittered along her nerves. “Ems, I just remembered the fucking epic idea I had earlier,” she began, eyes lighting with the fun that might be had. “One of the girls told me about this club in Amsterdam where they have just about anything you can possibly think of. Dionysus? It’s supposed to be like the fucking den of iniquities,” she said with a grin. “I was thinking that we could get some VIP passes and go after my performance?”
Emma’s mind went to the burlesque she and Michael had visited, which was about the naughtiest club she’d ever been in, and tried to imagine a place that had ‘anything’ Lola could think of. A hint of pink tinted her cheeks, but it didn’t stop the grin from spreading across her face. It would be an adventure and it had been too long since she and her best friend had had one of those. This would be a little different from their typical adventures though. There would be another person along. One Emma had neglected to mention to Lola so far.
“Do you think you could get an extra pass?” Emma asked, lips twitching at her fellow kitten’s curious look. “I’m bringing a guest. A pretty one.”
“A girly pretty, or the Pretty Man, pretty?” she asked, sly grin slipping over her features as she stalked across the couch on all fours toward her friend.
With more casualness than she felt, though nothing could quite hide the excitement in her eyes, Emma shrugged. “It might be a certain pretty man I’m very fond of. He might’ve wanted to send his appreciation for the perfume behind the knees trick, and I might’ve said he could tell you himself if he came with me to Amsterdam.” A big, toothy grin flashed. “And he might have said yes.”
A squeal escaped Lola and she closed the remaining space by tackling Emma. “He said yes!” She eskimo kissed her friend and then leaned back into the cushions so she could see the blonde’s face. “I told you he’d like the perfume behind the knees. Makes them want to spend more time in the general area,” she said around a big grin. The addition to their little party in Amsterdam was unexpected, but not unwelcome, especially as Emma’s pretty man was coming. She’d heard about the bloke for ages, but never had a chance to meet him.
“Ohmygosh, Lols, wait until you meet him. I mean, obviously there’s the pretty because Michael’s the most beautiful man ever, but there’s just something about him,” Emma gushed, her eyes glazing over as she thought of her playmate. “He doesn’t say much, but he notices everything and he’s just warm and cozy.” Leaning back against the cushions, she sighed. “I like him.”
“I don’t think I picked up on that from the fact that you’re grinning like a loon and do every time you talk about him,” Lola said before she giggled at the dreamy expression on Emma’s face. As much as her friend said that Michael was just her playmate, Lola knew Emma cared for him a lot more than that. In the going steady kind of way. Not that Lola would ever say such a thing to her friend. Emma would start worrying about commitment and monogamy and relationships, and that she wasn’t ready, and then that would ruin all the dreamy fun she was having. She’d realize it in her own time. Or she wouldn’t. Either way, it was best for Emma to see these things on her own.
Lola wrapped an arm around Emma’s middle and snuggled in. “I have to ask someone to come along now, you know.”
Curling around her friend, Emma stuck her tongue out at the smart aleck comment. She couldn’t help being excited. Michael and she had only even gone out a couple of times, most of the time their activities were the sort you did in the privacy of your own home. Going abroad with him was a big deal and it was sure to be lots of fun.
“You do,” Emma agreed, leaning her head against Lola’s. “So when are you going to ask Graham along?” Her lips curled, knowing a frown was forming on Lola’s face at the mention of her longest term and only recurring lover. Her friend loved to tear him to shreds and hated to admit she loved anything else about him.
“Graham’s a git,” Lola said, not for the first time. Despite the downturn of her lips, a little part of her fluttered at the thought of maybe seeing him again as it’d been awhile since they’d last shared a bed.
“Your git,” Emma teased, dropping a kiss to Lola’s nose when the brunette turned her glare up at her. “What? Name one other man you’d want to spend that much time with.”
“That’s beside the point,” she said, more to be contrary than anything else. The truth was that Graham was the only man she liked to spend any amount of time with. She slept with a lot of men, but she rarely did more than a single night. She’d been sleeping with, and just hanging around with Graham, since they were in school.
A pink flush began to creep up Emma’s neck and into her face even as a wicked gleam shone in her eyes. “Hey Lols?” she whispered, snuggling down further and resting her forehead against Lola’s when her friend looked over. “We’re totally getting shagged in Amsterdam.” She erupted into giggles.
“Yes, we fucking are,” Lola agreed around her wide grin before she, too, started giggling like crazy.
SUMMARY: Emma and Lola have a girls night in and talk about boys.