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Millie wanted so badly to disagree. She wanted to call Bubbles a fake friend for hiding her feelings for Morty all of this time, call her out for harboring feelings behind her back. Even if no one ever told her explicitly about Morty and Bubbles past, she was smart enough to figure it out. Hearing that the two were now together only solidified her suspicions.

No matter how much she wanted to be angry about this, Millie also knew she had no right to be, especially after dating Boomer. No matter how much it hurt, the girls were still best friends, so much so that they clearly had similar taste in guys. Her stomach twisted at how conflicting all of this was — she cared about both Morty and Bubbles so much. It was sickening that a part of Millie hoped for them to work out, for their own happiness and well being (and to hopefully avoid future boyfriend-shuffles between the two best friends), but at the expense of her own feelings. Then, the other, more awful part of her hoped they didn't work out. Even if her and Morty had agreed that they were done falling back to each other time and time again, Millie couldn't help how she felt about him still. She could already imagine the future jealousy she would feel once she saw them together in person, but there was nothing she could do about it. She had to suck it up and put on her movie-star smile, which is exactly what she did to Bubbles. This time, her smile didn't quite shine like it normally did. "You're right," Millie nodded. Her and Bubbles stayed civil when it came to Boomer, so she'd do the same for Morty. "We're all still friends, and that's what matters most."

With a loud gasp, Bubbles shook her head. “What?! Nooo!! We can’t leave now, Bloss! There’s a Drag King Show that’s about to start in ten minutes and we need to stay and watch it!” she claimed, hand grasping onto her sister’s as if to keep her from going anywhere. She knew that Blossom wouldn’t actually leave without her, not when Bubbles already had a few drinks since arriving to the Lesbian Lair (meaning she was tipsy already but not to the point of already being drunk) and being her ride here. But even taking away the drag show, the brunette had another reason for not wanting to leave yet. And that was trying to find a cute girl for her older sister to talk with and possibly even leave with a new number added to her phone. Until then, Bubbles was resilient in them staying! “Besides, we still haven’t found anyone cute enough for you to flirt with and I promised you that by the ending of the night, we will make that happen!” The blonde added, now with a small pout on her lip.

It was nice of Bubbles to be so concerned with her love life that she insisted on taking Blossom out to a lesbian bar to talk to cute girls, but what she didn’t seem to understand was that her getting tipsy in public automatically put Blossom on high alert as the responsible sister (and designated driver.) She was more focused on making sure Bubbles didn’t get too drunk, or at least that she was taken care of if she did, which didn’t leave much room for flirting. Or perhaps that was an excuse Blossom used internally, because the truth was that a few women had come to talk to her, and she’d stammered her way through an apology that she was only here for her sister, but she was flattered, thank you. Luckily Bubbles hadn’t caught her turning away perfectly viable options, because she’d be in trouble if she did, but what was she supposed to do? Even if Blossom was comfortable flirting so easily, she wasn’t going to meet the right person for her in the wrong setting. It was already past time she should be in bed and the main event hadn’t started yet! Well, her sleep was already ruined for the night, so she might as well enjoy the drag show with her sister even if she secretly didn’t intend on leaving with any numbers. “Okay, I was just checking if you were still having fun,” she said, squeezing Bubbles’ hand. “How long is the show—an hour?”