penny lane

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Tuesday giggled again as they separated, pleased that she had gotten her kiss. “Thank you. I use chapstick,” she responded with a laugh. She took out the keys, handing them back to the girl. “Alright, you payed the toll. But if you wanted to do that again, I wouldn’t object.“

“Chapstick is the stuff of Gods,” she expressed, pocketing her keys to prevent further theft.  “And If the pretty soft-lipped girl wants another kiss, another kiss she will get.” Penny leaned in once more, touching their lips together with slightly more pressure than before.

“How does it feel?” she asked. Truthfully, she’d never had a drop of alcohol past her lips that didn’t come from some kind of fruit. “After you drink it.”

“Alcohol?  It’s like....” She trailed off, searching for a way to describe the state of being drunk. “Well, you get really dizzy, and warm.  Some people, like me, get really happy.  Some people get really loud.  Some people get relentlessly horny.  It depends, really.”

“Ambitious. I like it. I’d love to see you commit to that, Penny.”

“Done—consider me committed.  I’ll even send you progress updates.  What about you, any resolutions?  Gonna start hitting the gym?  Take up meditation?”

Cleo laughed, a burst of chuckles as the girl spoke, taking a bow. “Thank you, thank you very much.” She tended to do crazy things like that when she was wasted. Get angry, make rash decisions. “Nope. No ragrets, as that kid in We’re the Millers once said. We can’t let our phones control us,” she stated, nodding her head.

Penny nodded along as she listened, still looking at Cleo as if she were a God. “Hell yeah!  Rebel against the establishment, fuck the man, and all that shit!” She raised her palm, offering a high five to her new role model.  “Mad respect for your cause.  Y’know, robots are gonna take over the world some day.  We can’t let technology win.”

Tuesday giggled again, moving the girl’s keys out of reach as she grabbed at them. “Well then, why don’t you just go ahead and do it? Only way to get your keys back,” she said with a grin. She always got a little overly flirtatious when she was drunk. Tuesday leaned in, kissing the girl lightly on the lips.

“If you insist,” she obliged, further bridging the gap between them and pressing her lips against Tuesday’s, her fingers absently tangling in strands of her hair.  After a moment, she pulled away, smiling dizzily. “Dude, your lips are really soft.”

“That is a very fixable problem. Just drink more and ponder my brilliance,” he said, returning the bottle. “First you yell at me for not drinking, now you yell at me for drinking. My god, I’ll never win. Women these days, so picky.”

“I’ll do the drinking part, but I’m gonna have to raincheck the brilliance pondering.” She took the bottle gladly, downing a bit more champagne.  She was rapidly slipping away from slightly tipsy and into the depths of absolutely hammered, but she wasn’t planning on stopping until the entire bottle was gone. “That’s because every choice you make is the wrong one, of course.  Now drink more,” she held the bottle out for him once again.

“The rise and fall of a true icon,” Leah finished her quick laugh with a quick swig, the bubbles in the champagne rushing into her nose while her face screwed up as she shoved the bottle back towards the woman. If there was one thing Leah would refuse to drink at a normal party, it was that crap, but this was the last party of the year and she’d promised herself not to turn down a drink. “I don’t know how you drink that stuff.”

Penny received the bottle without complaint, immediately taking another swig before grinning devilishly.  “It’s New Year’s tradition to drink an entire bottle of champagne.  At least, that’s what I did last year.  Probably the year before, too, although I don’t really remember much from that night.” Perhaps it was cheating to share the bottle with someone else, but Penny never had a problem with bending the rules.  “The trick is to keep drinking.  You’ll either get used to it, or you’ll be too trashed to know the difference.  Either way, it’s a win.  Although, if you really want something else, I’m sure there’s enough alcohol on this boat to put an entire village in the hospital.”