“i’ve measured before and it’s more than six inches, you’re just mad because you’re a brat who didn’t prepare.” her bottom lip sticks out like a teenager’s now, still watching the other brunette. “are you gonna pay me back for that? i definitely just heard a seam rip.”

"yes, i'm paying you back in exposure, obviously," winter answered, shoving a loose hair behind her ear. "now get over here. tell me if you can see my bra through this," she commanded, beckoning the other over and standing as straight as she could without popping another seam.

“you’re the one who looks exposed right now,” she grumbles, but gets up anyway. “i don’t know why you couldn’t just leave like you were, instead of making my room a whole mess.”

“you’re the one who said size didn’t matter!” leah glares defiantly, still clutching at her blahaj. “and it’s not my fault you’re like, a giant with huge boobs. and!” she crows, as if she’d just thought of it, “you didn’t have a problem when i was six inches inside you last night. so….”

winter massaged her ribs, feeling the seams cut into her skin with every breath. "first of all, you were not six inches inside me, unless you have a tape measure to prove it. second of all, you should be thanking me for blessing your shirt with my superior body heat." she yanked at the collar, which immediately tried to strangle her in retaliation. "and third of all, my boobs are not huge, your shirt is just made for a toddler."

“i’ve measured before and it’s more than six inches, you’re just mad because you’re a brat who didn’t prepare.” her bottom lip sticks out like a teenager’s now, still watching the other brunette. “are you gonna pay me back for that? i definitely just heard a seam rip.”

winter held the shirt up to her chest as if the sheer act of proximity could will it into expanding. "if it doesn't fit, i'll make it fit," she declared, and then pulled it over her head. the fabric snagged at her shoulders and bunched beneath her armpits. she yanked the hem down, felt the seams protest, and then glared at leah. "did you shrink this in the dryer, or are you just tiny on purpose?" she huffed, pawing at the tight sleeves.

“you’re the one who said size didn’t matter!” leah glares defiantly, still clutching at her blahaj. “and it’s not my fault you’re like, a giant with huge boobs. and!” she crows, as if she’d just thought of it, “you didn’t have a problem when i was six inches inside you last night. so….”

          "i'm taking this," winter announced, grabbing the first available fabric within reach. "my shirt is missing, which is somehow your fault, and i refuse to do the walk of shame in last night's sequins."

“are you sure it’ll fit?” leah didn’t like to emphasize just how short she was, but winter wearing an extra small shirt didn’t seem ideal for the other girl.

Shepard during the destruction of the Normandy

JESSICA CHASTAIN Venice International Film Festival on September 08, 2023

Brianne Howey