“You know what, I think we need a drink,” she sighed stretching her arms out over her head. All this history was making her feel stiff and old; it was time to bring some life back into them. She reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of vodka. Naomi scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“Where did you get that from?”
“The off sales on my way over here,” the older twin grinned proudly. Naomi narrowed her eyes wondering how she managed to pull that off. “The boy who works there is such a little geek, all it takes is a low cut top and some over the top flirting and he won’t bother asking for I.D!”
“I should have known,” Naomi remarked in an amused tone.
“What?” Katie huffed defensively. “It’s not a crime to use whatever tools you have at your disposal to get what you want out of life. You were given brains; I was given tits!” she shrugged and unscrewed the cap.
“You were given brains too,” she threw back, feeling a strange need to assure the other girl that she was more than just tits. “And if you spent half as much time flicking through a newspaper as you do flicking through glossy magazines then you’d know how to exploit those too.”
“Yeah,” Katie couldn’t help but feel oddly flattered by the blonde’s comment, but she wasn’t going to let her know that. She took a slow swig of the clear liquid before speaking again. “Well if you spent half as much time flicking through fashion magazines as you do reading those big ass newspapers then maybe you’d be able to pick outfits that don’t make me wish I was blind.”
“Fuck off Fitch!” she smirked and snatched the bottle from the smaller girl’s hand.
“Where did you get that from?”
“The off sales on my way over here,” the older twin grinned proudly. Naomi narrowed her eyes wondering how she managed to pull that off. “The boy who works there is such a little geek, all it takes is a low cut top and some over the top flirting and he won’t bother asking for I.D!”
“I should have known,” Naomi remarked in an amused tone.
“What?” Katie huffed defensively. “It’s not a crime to use whatever tools you have at your disposal to get what you want out of life. You were given brains; I was given tits!” she shrugged and unscrewed the cap.
“You were given brains too,” she threw back, feeling a strange need to assure the other girl that she was more than just tits. “And if you spent half as much time flicking through a newspaper as you do flicking through glossy magazines then you’d know how to exploit those too.”
“Yeah,” Katie couldn’t help but feel oddly flattered by the blonde’s comment, but she wasn’t going to let her know that. She took a slow swig of the clear liquid before speaking again. “Well if you spent half as much time flicking through fashion magazines as you do reading those big ass newspapers then maybe you’d be able to pick outfits that don’t make me wish I was blind.”
“Fuck off Fitch!” she smirked and snatched the bottle from the smaller girl’s hand.
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