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coммander мonιca cнang █ тнє вℓα¢к ωι∂σω ([personal profile] uzi) wrote in [community profile] goshdarnspam 2013-06-27 02:50 pm (UTC)

( One day, they decide not to go to the bar. Maybe it’s the trauma of the past few weeks, or something else entirely, but Monica doesn’t want to be drunk. So they get in her car and they drive for as long as they can until they finally hit the shoreline. Then they start walking in companionable silence. And they keep walking, long after they hit the water, even though it’s cold and cloudy. The chilly water laps up against their legs and they hold hands for warmth—maybe not just for that. The sun is still high in the sky when the clouds burst and they get drenched, still holding hands.

At least we’re alive, one of them says as they run back to the car. Monica should probably remember which one of them spoke, but she doesn’t.

Her apartment is closer, so that’s where they go. It’s simply furnished and utilitarian, elegant only by small incidental touches. They slip out of their water-logged shoes in the entry, peel themselves out of their clothing piece by piece as they make their way to the bedroom. It’s warmest there, is Monica’s unnecessary excuse.

At some point while she’s unbuttoning her blouse, Lil shakes out her hair and fills the whole room with the smell of salt water. Monica sits down on the bed and closes her eyes, falls back until her own short black locks cling to the pillow. Come here, she says, holds out both her bare arms. )

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