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[shelley_winters]

"Shelley."

"Mm."

"...Shelley."

"Mmm?"

"Shelleeeey."

"What is it, Amy?"

Amy Chilton rolls over on the bed. "I want to see a movie."

"They are in the cupboard." Shelley Winters does not look up from her book.

"No, I want to go out and see one, Shelley. And I want you to come too."

A sigh. "...Why?"

"Because. You are no fun."

"In my pyjamas?"

"You can wear those. They show off your too skinny but still sexy legs."

"Amy!"

"Yes, all right. I suppose you would be shown up if I wear little shorts too."

Shelley rolls her eyes and turns a page, adjusting her glasses absently as Amy wanders back over, wiggling conspicuously and examining the effect in the mirror.

"But anyway," she declares, frowning. "I forgot, we can't. The cinema's closed."

Shelley blinks owlishly at her from the bed. It is pitch black outside. "Well... yes, it is one in the morning."

Amy sighs exaggeratedly and flops down beside her. "The tequila was a mistake. Take me to the movies tomorrow, Shelley?"

Shelley leans over her book to kiss her fondly.

"Yes, Amy."

"I win!"


...


"Does this make you my bitch?"

"Do not push it."

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[nepheliad.livejournal.com]

This is brilliance.