the narrative

Brown eyes watched as the other girl was grabbed, was told sweet whispers or unholy words – Morgan didn’t know – but whatever the case may be, those brown eyes rolled and initiated for her head to follow suit. “Damn it,” she hissed, not wanting to involve herself in the situation, but also finding it her duty to help another. It came natural. After closing the distance, a false smile was placed on her face as she stared at the vulgar individual holding the blonde. “The hell you doing with my girl?” Morgan bit, staring with a large air despite her smaller size.

Leslie raised an eyebrow as the stranger let go of her arm and scoffed. “Girl, huh? Yeah right,” they sneered. “Best believe it, babe,” she replied, standing closer to Morgan but the person just didn’t seem to back down.

“Maybe. That would be nice, But I’ve got bigger fish to fry, not that I would ever fry a fish.”

“Vegetarian?”

“Leslie! Darling–there you are. The doctors and I were looking everywhere for you. Come back with me, okay? You forgot to take your medication again. You know how much it makes you hallucinate when you don’t take it.” Caleb stated as he joined the two of them, “Sorry for her. She’ll be going now.” He assured the stranger as he guided Leslie away from him. “Great acting right? If I didn’t have such a shitty life I feel like I could of moved to Hollywood and became a hit. I feel like I could of done great in drama films or y’know porn. Either was a top choice for me if I didn’t get into fighting.” Caleb commented proudly as he handed the girl a drink once the close was clear and the other guy was gone. “Also Les, stop talking to creepy fucking dudes okay? I can’t save you all the time.”

“Oh my! I’m so sorry, Caleb! It’s just that all the pixie dust and fairy lights intrigued me, I had to take a peak! Have you seen all of the dragons in here? It’s absolutely breathtaking,” she giggled as she was whisked away. “Ta-ta for now!” Leslie called back to the stranger. She laughed and downed the draink she was given as quickly as she could. “That was oscar worthy, Caleb,” she said with a smile. “It’s not my fault I attract weirdos. My last boyfriend liked eating cajun flavored bugs? And I made out with him before I knew! I almost cried!” 

Margo swallowed and gave a small nod to herself. She could do this. Balling her fists and walked over to where Leslie was. “I have the ability to make you kiss your own ass in 3 different ways so, I would back off.”

Leslie smiled and looked at the stranger. “She’s telling the truth, so I’d best believe her,” she said before the other person scoffed. “I highly doubt that,” they said. “That really sucks,” Leslie replied, giving them a sympathetic look.

Roslyn didn’t miss a beat. She understood the situation all too well, and found herself intertwining her fingers with the girls before marching over to the man hand in hand. Roslyn  protectively stepped in front of the girl before leaving little room between her and the man. “Are you flirting with my fucking girlfriend?” She asked in harsh, more accusatory tone.

Leslie followed in her stride as people moved aside for the oncoming storm of mad women. She gave the man a pointed look and smirk when Roslyn spoke. “How was I supposed to know she was with someone?” he shot back. Leslie almost laughed, he probably had no idea what was coming for him.

“Glad to help,” Stella replied. “After 23 years of talking non-stop I’ve pretty much figured out exactly what to say to get people to leave me alone. It can be quite useful at times,” she laughed.

“Maybe people are just intimidated that a woman can have so many things to say,” she said with a cynical tone. “You know, with it being 2045, you’d think men would be a little more polite!”

“Yo, Blondie, someone’s stealing your car,” India announced, walking towards Leslie. She looked over at the stranger, squaring up with them.

Her eyes widened with excitement but hopefully the stranger would take it as fear. “Oh shit!” she said, turning to India. “Wow, so sorry for cutting this conversation short, I’ve got to run!” Leslie immedietly walked past the stranger and sighed in gratefulness. “How will I ever repay you from saving me from that asshole?”

She only had to go to pick up her keys. That was it. Morgan knew that leaving them with her neighbour was the worst possible thing to do – seeing as she was always coming in at odd times of the night, but now, as she saw the blonde looking at her with pleading eyes, she could only feel herself draining.

Leslie knew she caught the other girls eye and whether there was a plan to get her away from these annoying strangers or not, Leslie would just have to deal for the time being. Though, when one of them grabbed her arm and ushered her to go back to their place, Leslie snatched her hand away and her once calm expression turned to one of anger. “Do not touch me.”

girl’s night // celene and leslie

Seeing her plea for help, Iris quickly walked up to Leslie. “Come on, you know you’re not supposed to go for walks on your own. The nurses and I have been worried sick.” Turning to the stranger she added, “Sorry, I’ve got to get her back to the hospital before the meds wear off.” Iris grabbed Leslie and steered her away, Once they were out of earshot, she whispered: “Sorry, I’m not great under pressure, it was the first thing I could think of.”

Leslie took a moment to process what was going on before putting on her most innocent smile. “Oh, I’m sorry Molly! It’s just that I felt so great that I wanted to go get a bottle of wine for some celebratory drinks and found this magical place!” she exclaimed. “Ta, ta for now!” Leslie waved as Iris whisked her away and laughed. “It’s totally fine, that was hilarious.”

Stella stood in a daze, her mind somewhere far away, until she suddenly felt eyes on her. It was Leslie, signaling for her to come over. As Stella approached, she could hear some man telling Leslie cringe-worthy pick up lines, and she quickly snapped into action mode. She ran up to Leslie, giving her a kiss on the cheek, and then wrapping her arm around the other girl’s back. “Hey babe!” she said cheerfully. Turning to the man, she stuck out her arm for a handshake. “Hi, I’m Stella. Leslie’s girlfriend.”

Leslie grinned and went along with Stella as she circled her arm around the other girls shoulders. “Hey there, hun,” she said, kissing the top of her head. The man looked at the both of them before scoffing and turning his attention to another lonesome girl. “You are a lifesaver,” Leslie sighed out.

“–did you need anything else?”

“A new throw blanket because Betsey peed on mine... I probably need to have a check up at the doctors soon and.. --oh, do you happen to have Jasmine’s and Bunnera’s in because the flowers in my house have been dead for... a while.”

“Uh, Poli-sci,” Jaslyn replied, a sour look on her face. Declaring her major had been something done out of necessity, and she wanted to pick something that would seem complicated enough to be proud of. But it wasn’t where her heart was. The problem was, she didn’t know what she really wanted to study. She shrugged. “Hot assholes are still hot, Les.”

“Poli-sci.. well if you like it, must be interesting,” she said with the most encouraging tone she could pull off. To be honest, Leslie didn’t have the slightest clue as to what Jaslyn was talking about. “I know but they’re still assholes, Lynnie,” she laughed.