#senllyse

And that’s where it was now. Rolland, in one corner, focused entirely on Annika and hitting on her rather heavily. Sen and Ellyse, in the other corner, leaning against the wall with equal looks of annoyed disappointment and nearly empty cups.

“This sucks,” Sen said, breaking their mutual silence.

“Agreed,” said Ellyse. She lifted her cup to her lips once again, to discover hardly a drop left of her drink. “I’m out.”

“Fuck!” shouted Sen. “This is ridiculous, why are we waiting on some guy?!”

“Yeah,” Ellyse agreed.

“He’s just another jerk who’s thinking with his dick anyway,” Sen continued.

“Yeah,” Ellyse agreed, getting more spirited.

“Who does he think he is, the king of the fucking world?”

“Yeah!”

“Well,” Sen paused for just a moment, trying to remember what she was saying. “He’s not!”

“Yeah!” By now, Ellyse was even beginning to take an angry tone herself.

“And we’re not going to fucking wait for him, isn’t that right?”

“Yeah!”

Sen downed the very last of her drink and chucked the cup across the room. “We are strong, independent, sexy women and we don’t need no man!”

“Yeah!”

“Emphasis on the sexy. We don’t have to take this, we don’t have to wait for him.”

“Yeah!” Ellyse cheered. “You’re looking really good tonight, by the way. I love your dress.”

“Thanks, thrift shop. You know for all he cares, we could be making out right now.”

“Yeah!” Ellyse shouted, before realizing what was being said and covering her mouth with her hand.

“Like, you and me. Lip-locking. Right now,” Sen repeated, turning to Ellyse.

“Yeah,” Ellyse agreed, a little more quietly, staring at Sen’s lips.

“With tongue and everything,” Sen continued, quieter, leaning closer to the other girl.

“Yeah,” Ellyse whispered, leaning in further.

“Just like this,” Sen whispered back, finally closing the distance between them.