Afterparty
Opening night was a success. Opening night was a success. No matter how many shows Astrid was in, nothing beat the way her pulse raced at the first curtain call. She swore that she had enough energy to avoid sleeping for a thousand years -- which was why it was probably a good thing that there was an afterparty for them to go to. Although there were some downsides, like the fact that she hardly had time for a squealing hug with Brooklyn before they rushed to get ready, there were some definite upsides, too. Like seeing what Brooklyn had chosen to wear to the event.
“Be still, my gay fucking heart,” Astrid said, giving her friend an exaggerated once-over. “Oh. My. God. Brooklyn. Girl! I cannot even handle how gorgeous you are.” Brooklyn was wearing an honest-to-goodness suit. While Astrid happened to also feel fine as hell in her daring dress (if not a bit unsteady in her heels), she couldn’t help feeling a bit ... jealous? She wasn’t going to examine the feeling too closely. She pulled the other woman into a tight hug, before pulling away and fluttering her eyelashes. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me.” If she didn’t know better, her gaydar would be wailing its way into wedding plans by now. But, of course, she did know better. That didn’t stop her from joking about it. God, she wished flirting could be this easy with Stephanie!












