“And? It’s called acting, bitch. I could fake an orgasm over an overdone pork chop,” Willa dismissed the concern like a fly swat out of her face on a hot summer’s day. “Well, that, like, really wasn’t clear. I mean, I thought we were speaking Shrekiverse only. You should’ve explained it better, I’m just saying – just because I’d win an Oscar for playing that bald guy from X-Men in a remake it doesn’t mean I can read minds like him.” Her eyebrows drew slightly. “Who’s Prince William?” she asked, setting her clutch on the table and popping it open just to rummage inside. Producing a lip gloss and compact, she studied the gleam of her mouth in the reflection with the wand idly poised. “Mhm-hm, I’m down. Beau Hayes would probably cry about it, though – when he heard about us. Like, not publicly, but in the privacy of his own home. He’s majorly in love with me, it’s intense. Longing glances, etcetera. Like, I can’t walk past him without him thinking about candlelit dinners and putting a baby in my belly, seriously. Wants me so bad.” Evening out the gloss on her lips, Willa smacked them together then blinked over at Dayana, offering the gloss after a second’s passing – it was custom, back in New York, crammed in front of a mirror smudged by fingerprints in a dingy drag club basement, to share with whatever glittered stranger you were knocking elbows with. “I like you,” Willa decided, compact snapped to inspect her. She tilted her head slightly, reaching to slowly sift through a lock of Dayana’s hair like a child might their favourite doll, only twining her finger once it neared the end. “Feel like pulling a Madonna and Britney on stage at karaoke this weekend? My performance needs that extra pop. Not that I don’t deliver, but. The goal’s a standing ovation.”
“ not me. my puss won’t even pulsate if the guy isn’t mildly attractive. ” more of a curse than a blessing. there’s an immediate roll of her eyes as willa begins to criticize day’s rules for the scenario, and a slight smirk of admiration at the girl’s theatrics, either way, she huffs out a sigh before continuing. “ fine, out of every film you’ve seen, every celebrity you’ve heard of, every animated character or greasy politician, who is the most hideous one you’d bang, no persuasion needed. ” it was a NEED TO KNOW questioin, as far as she was concerned. having already revealed herself as a shrek fucker - it would just be embarrassing if willa didn’t offer the same extremeness. ( and as for prince william ) : “ don’t know for sure, some dude with a bald spot. ”
her lips have no choice but to remain in a grin, though brows furrow in evident confusion, as she goes on about beau. “ does he want you ? you kind of sound like that disgustingly pale chick in the horribly written catfish movie. like delusional. ” sierra burgess is a loser, that’s what it was called. however dayana knows the comment wouldn’t have been made if she didn’t think willa was confident and just as playful enough to handle it. her fingers take grip on to the lip gloss without hesitation, using the black display on her phone as reflection as she applied it. “ beau hayes is so sexy, though. he’s like the only guy i would beg to get on my knees for. ” a fact she’s certain megan thee stallion would be extremely disappointed in her for but it was true. using lips to spread the gloss evenly, it was as if the stars had aligned above them as dayana handed the lip gloss back over to her. to be honest, she had never been so sure that soulmates existed until this moment. twin flames. what-the-fuck ever philosophical word could describe the immediate connection she felt with willa. “ i’d be honored to french you at karaoke, we can second base it too, for the tips. ” the answer was quick, sure enough that she didn’t need to give much attention nor thought to it. “ think we should ménage à trois beau as well ? like a friendship initiation sort of thing ? ”
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