>Out in southern-central Manehattan, in what had unfortunately come to be known as Hipster Row, there stood a gimmick coffee shop that, even among gimmick coffee shops, was known for being particularly gaudy
>The thing had been constructed in the shell of a replica rocket-ship, based on the ill-fated Muffin 8 mission, captained by an anonymous yet terribly brave young space cadet who, tragically, perished when the rocket careened widely off course and ended up adrift somewhere in interplanetary space
>Most museums considered the replica to be in bad taste, so it had somehow ended up here, at the intersection of 32nd and South Bend, and some enterprising wacko had decided to set up Cosmo Coffee in its guts
>The arched, ribbed metal cylinder of the rocket's fuselage lay on its side now, and it formed an echo-y, stuffy space that could never hold enough tables, and the cockpit was barely big enough for a sizable kitchen; despite all this, the place was bizarrely popular, as almost anything with a lame enough gimmick will eventually become, here in Hipster Row
>Oh, and Suri started working there about two months ago, is where all this is going
"Next."
>Three requests from management had still not managed to convince her to approach her job with any sort of positivity
>A line of young Manehattan socialites-- most of them social-media influencers, newbie designers, or art students --was already forming ten-deep in front of the register and, since it was Thursday morning, Suri was the only one working
>She stared bluntly as her next customer, a tail, willowy lady with hair died contrasting orange, purple, and yellow, approached her
>"Bless my buttons," she began, for some reason.  "You're so busy today!"
>Suri just stared at her, not deeming that worth answering
>"Is it always like this?  And on a Thursday, no less?"
>Suri shrugged
"It gets worse."
>"Well, I'll be sending whatever goodwill I can your way."
"Great, thanks.  You can start by ordering something, 'mkay?"
>A brief flash of annoyance crossed the woman's face, but she hid it with impeccable grace that managed to annoy Suri even more
>"I'll have a venti triple shot, one shot decaf, two shots regular, sugar-free frozen chai, and in a paper cup."
"Oh, great.  Lemme break out the chemistry set," Suri replied, her voice scorchingly dry
>The fashionista's eye twitched as Suri turned her back and began slowly assembling the order
>"You know, I understand the stress gets to you, believe me.  But you could stand to be a *little* more polite."
"And you could learn to drink regular coffee like us normal human beings."
>Suri completed the drink with a flourish
>And she expertly stirred the foam into a frowny face, without making it look like she was deliberately doing so
"But hey.  Some things, it's better not to ask for."
>The fashionista's last bit of forced goodwill drained out of her face, and she narrowed her eyes at Suri
>"Times and tides, I think I might like to make a small change to my order, after all."
"Mm?  Oh, great.  You're learning."
>"I..."
>The woman started speaking, but her voice caught in her throat
>"I would like someone else to prepare my drink."
"Cool.  I go ask all the other miserable saps who work with me."
>Suri walked in a tiny circle, then came back to face her customer
"Oops, it's just me.  So you wanna take this or am I gonna put it out of its misery?"
>She gestured towards the sink, and the lady gritted her teeth
>"Fine.  I'll take it.  But you won't be getting a cent of a tip from me!  And you'll be lucky if you see Sassy Saddles in here again."
"Great.  One less pain in my--"
>"Oh, Suri!"
>A deceptively cheery voice interrupted Suri from behind
>Her manager was waving her towards the back office
>"Can I talk to you for a moment?"
>Her smile spelt death, or at the very least a stern talking-to, and Suri slunk obediently over to her, feeling like her whole body was radiating something smokey and dark, and she almost wished it would choke up the whole damn place

>Turns out, things were more serious than she thought
>Suri walked home with her hands stuffed in the pockets of her coat and her eyes narrow and venomous
>For the second time this year, she was unemployed
>It's not like Suri would miss her job, she hardly even cared about losing it
>Instead, the same righteous indignation she'd felt after losing to Rarity was welling up inside her
>She kicked viciously at a rusted beer can lying on the sidewalk and sent it flying into the street
>Which didn't make her feel too much better, but it at least gave her an idea of where to go, now that she had the day, and probably many days after, entirely to herself...

>On the exact geometric opposite side of Manehattan from Hipster Row, in the center of shady North County, you find the absolute best, cheapest bars in the city
>Suri's taxi dropped her off just as the glassy November sun was sinking jaggedly below the horizon, casting fractured shadows over D. Joe's Pub
>Nobody knows what the D. stands for
>The place had no gimmicks, and served only two types of beer: pints and gallons
>Suri sank into a chair in the corner of the place, hiding herself in the hazy ambiance, and asked to keep her tab open
>She wanted, at that moment, nothing more than to be alone and guzzle some ice-cold suds
>So when she felt a small, firm hand on her shoulder, Suri was just about ready to bite it off at the wrist
>"Hey," a raspy, female voice behind her said.  "You're in my seat, broski."
"Excuse me?"
>Suri whirled around, and was surprised to find herself looking down at a girl who was, at most, four-foot ten
"You got the wrong place, kid.  Go tell your mommy that Chuck E. Cheese is a block over, 'mkay?"
>"Hah!  Oh man, take it easy gramma.  Lemme buy ya a beer, before your pacemaker blows."
"I don't think I asked you to join me."
>"Yeah, but you took my spot.  So this is happening."
>The shorter woman hopped up into the spot next to Suri and immediately tilted it back, resting her feet up on the edge of the bar
>Suri gawked
>"What?  This place is a dump, nobody cares."
"You could at least act like you've *heard* of manners."
>"Ain't got time for manners.  So, where's that beer you're buying me?"
"I *never* said I was buying you a beer.  You said you were buying me one."
>"Oof.  Might wanna get your hearing checked too, grammy."
>Suri narrowed her eyes
"Y'know, I could just give you a little push, and..."
>She mimed smacking against the floor
>"Psh.  Like to see ya try, fam," the girl said, flashing Suri a cocky grin.  "You're looking at a WonderBolt.  I only touch the ground when I wanna."
"A WonderBolt, mmm?  Don't think I've ever seen you on TV before."
>For a moment, the other woman's grin faltered, and she had to take a minute to think up her reply
>"Cause I quit.  It's a shit outfit."
>She flashed Suri a vicious smile
>"Just like the one you got on now.  You gonna fix me a latte after you get me that beer?"
>Suri realized she hadn't taken off her barista uniform
"You know, how about you just don't touch that.  And I won't ask why someone who's never shown up in the official 'Bolts roster somehow quit, 'mkay?"
>For a moment, the shorter woman regarded Suri with a dark, annoyed suspicion
>Then, slowly, a genuine smile broke out on her face
>"You got a deal, gramma."
"Good to hear, junior.  And it's Suri, by the way.  If you remember that, maybe I'll order you a chocolate milk."
>That got a laugh out of her
>"Lightning.  And I ain't making any promises."
>Now that Suri had calmed down a little, she was able to take in a few details about Lightning; she was definitely built like an athlete: compact and slender, wearing battered tennis shoes, athletic shorts cut as short as modesty would allow, and a baggy Friendship Johnson jersey
>Her dirty-blonde hair was windswept, save for a few rebellious locks that curled over her forehead
>"You mirin' or something?"
"Trying to figure out how anyone let you in here.  You really do look like you're ten."
>"Hey, some of us just look young.  Some don't," she said with a wink at Suri
>Lightning tapped her foot along to the sluggish beat of country rock playing over the radio
>"Man, this place is dead.  What are you even doin' here on a Thursday evening?"
"Are you forgetting that you're here too?"
>"I'm always here fam.  I pretty much own this place."
>"What she means is that she owns the biggest tab," interrupted a man's voice
>D. Joe himself slid into view, wiping a commemorative Wonderbolts '79 glass with a rag that seemed to be dirtying the glass more than cleaning it
>"Don't con this nice lady out of a drink, Lightning.  You got enough debts already."
>"I ain't conning her!  She offered."
"Still don't remember that happening.  And who are you calling a nice lady?  I'm only twenty-five!"
>Lightning snickered
>"You sound like my mom."
"Keep it up and I'll start acting like your mom," Suri retorted without really thinking things through
>"Kinky," Lightning said, elbowing Suri in the ribs
>"C'mon, buy me a drink, hombre.  I'll give ya all the best WonderBolts gossip."
>Suri sighed
"You won't stop bothering me until I do, won't you?"
>"Makin' no promises either way."
"Fine.  But only one, okay?"
>"Hell yeah, hell yeah.  Works for me!"

[Two beers later for both of them]

>"Aww yeah, keep it coming!"
"Shut up.  I told you, that's the last one.  I can't believe you conned me into a second beer."
>"Hey, I'm good company.  Don't blame yourself."
"So, you were just telling me about how Soarin *totally* hit on you?  At that WonderBolt academy you *totally* were a part of?"
>"I was!  And it wasn't just him, it was Spitfire too.  She's *super* into chicks.  But with me around, who wouldn't be?"
"Mmm, that's disgusting."
>"Oh, c'mon.  Don't hide it.  I keep catching you peeking."
"Please.  I'm just trying to figure out if you're old enough to be drinking."
>"I'm old enough for a lot more," Spitfire said with a wink
"Ew.  Please just finish your made-up story so I can leave."
>"Yo, I'm getting to the good part.  Chill.  Okay so I'm bent over, only in the towel, and Spitfire is coming into the showers..."
>Suri's mind was beginning to get a little hectic from the booze, and an image of Lightning's tiny, slender body, still wet from sweat and showering, popped into her mind and stayed for way too long before she could finally push it out

[Three beers later for Lightning, four for Suri]

>"Just one more, c'mon."
"You're already way too drunk.  You're gonna fall out of your chair, you little goblin."
>"Don't call me a fuckin' goblin.  You're a goblin!  So anyway, I've got two aces, and it's our last round..."
"You're not gonna convince me you were kicked outta the WonderBolts for beating the whole team at poker."
>"It's true!"
"Mhm, yeah, no.  I'm nowhere near drunk enough to believe something like that."
>"Hmph.  Then how about you tell me something about you then, if everything I say is *so* dumb, or whatever."
"There's nothing to tell."
>"C'moooooon.  We've been hanging out all night and I barely know ya."
"I was studying to be a designer, and I royally fucked it all up.  That's the whole story.  Now let's go back to your made-up nonsense."
>"Fucked up how?"
"I don't wanna talk about it."
>"Why not?  Scared or something?"
"No, it's just not a story that matters right now, 'kay?"
>"If you tell me, I'll buy *you* a beer."
"You don't have any money."
>"Joe loves me, he'll let me put it on my tab."
"Mm, yeah.  I doubt that."
>"C'mon fam, just tell me a little."
"Alright, alright.  You're so annoying..."
>Suri wasn't fully aware of how heavily she was leaning against Lightning, but she did appreciate the warmth now spreading through her side

[Three beers later for Lightning, five for Suri]

"I really wanted to win!  And I made a mistake, okay?  I admit it!  But *everyone* is always praising Rarity for every stupid little thing she does.  Genius this, visionary that.  It's not fair!  Just once I wanted to come out of her shadow, feel what she feels.  But no!  She steals the whole thing away from me, and turns my assistant against me.  Stupid traitorous Coco.  I'm so sorry..."
>Suri slumped over onto the table, not sure if she was crying or hiccuping
>"Bruh..."
"She was the c-closest thing I had to a friend, even if she w-was a total screwup... now 'm all alone in this shitty job... life sucks..."
>Lightning patted Suri's back
>"Hey, at least things aren't all bad?"
"They're still pretty bad."
>"Hey, you got to meet me.  That's gotta be worth something."
>Suri sat up, and a sly grin spread across her face
"You are so full of shit."
>"I am not!"
"I like that.  It's funny.  You're pretty funny."
>Suri scooted her chair closer to Lightning's, until both girls were pressed shoulder-to-shoulder
"Tell me another bullshit story."
>"They're not bullshit!"
"Mmm, sure.  Whatever you say," Suri said with a coy smile.  "If you make me laugh, I'll buy you another beer."
>A grin spread across Lightning's face
>"Oh man, I've got one for ya..."

[Four beers later for Lightning, seven for Suri]

>"...and Rainbow Dash's parents walk right into the locker room, where we're all butt-naked, and they see their daughter give Flitter the mother of all rat-tails.
>Suri nearly spat out her drink, laughing
"And what did they do?"
>"They're Dash's parents.  They cheered!"
"Ha!"
>She slammed her fist on the table and let out a very unladylike scream-laugh
>Joe was now side-eyeing Suri and Lightning, wondering if he could legally throw both of them out
"That is *great*.  You can really, mmm... really tell a joke.  You seriously are *so* funny."
>Lightning chuckled
>"Knew you'd come around."
"Mmmm, yeah..."
>Suri leaned heavily against her, resting her head on Lightning's shoulder
"Y'know I might just be a *little* bit drunk."
>"You think?  I'll be shocked if you can even walk outta here, fuckin' lightweight."
"Hey!  Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I can't... here, watch!"
>Suri tried to stand up from her barstool
"I can walk perfectly straight!"
>She took three wobbly steps away from Lightning, then turned back, and immediately pitched forward
>Lightning jumped up from her stool, barely catching Suri before she fell
>She wrapped her arms around Suri's midsection, supporting her
"Wow, thanks..."
>Suri went limp in Lightning's grasp, just letting Lightning support her
"You're so strong."
>"It's all that Wonderbolt training."
"You should drink more," Suri said with a dopey smile.  "You aren't drunk enough."
>"I'll drink if you're paying," Lighting said with a wink
"Kay-kay.  Just get me back to the bar..."
>Lightning tried to steer Suri back towards where they had been sitting, but Joe just shook his head
>"You two've had plenty."
>"Aww, c'mon."
"Yeah, c'mon!  I got the money!"
>"It's not the money I'm worried about.  I *really* think you should get her home," Joe said to Lightning
"I don't gotta go home!  I'm fine!"
>"Hey, forget this place.  You can come crash with me."
>Suri was starting to sag in Lightning's grip, but she lifted her head to look into the other woman's face
"Heh.  Heheh.  That's the b-best idea you've had all night..."

>Somehow, the two managed to walk the three blocks back to Lightning's apartment
>After a bit of fumbling with the keys, Lightning stumbled in, letting Suri hang on her shoulder for support
>The apartment was spartan: just a kitchen, a bedroom, and a small sitting room, with only basic, bargain furniture
"Man.  And I thought *I* lived in a dump."
>"Shut the fuck up.  Or I'm gonna make you sleep on the floor."
"Oh?  Where am I gonna sleep?"
>"Fuckin' wherever you want."
"Heheh.  You want me in your bed?"
>"You are one thirsty bitch.  Guess I worked my charms on you, huh?"
"Mmm, now that I'm drunk, you are looking pretty good..."
>Still holding onto Lightning, Suri pressed her face against Lightning's neck and inhaled
"And you smell nice..."
>Lightning's whole body trembled
>"F-fuck yeah..."
>The two girls clung to each other and stumbled into Lightning's room, which contained only a small, one-person bed, a nightstand,a dresser with all its drawers pulled out, and a framed Wonderbolts poster
>The floor was littered with dirty clothes and empty beer cans, and Suri immediately tripped, going sprawling onto the bed
>Lightning flopped down next to her, wrapping an arm around Suri's shoulders
>Both girls' faces were only centimeters apart now, so close their noses were touching
>Suri clumsily scooted closer to Lightning, letting the girl's arms wrap more tightly around her
>Then they kissed
>It was impossible to tell who started it, their mouths just sort of found their way to each other, and soon they were locked together in a sloppy, enthusiastic embrace
>"I thought... you were... straight..." Lightning whispered between kisses
"Never said that..."
>"Maybe I... mmmmf... converted you?"
"Maybe... a little..."
>Suri allowed Lighting's tongue into her mouth and let her own tongue swirl with it, both of them tasting the alcohol in each other's saliva
>They broke apart, breathing heavily, and Suri found that Lightning's hands were on her chest
>"Get the fuck outta these clothes."
"Mmm, you wanna... al the way...?"
>"Let's do it."
>Suri couldn't believe how much hearing that turned her on
>An electrifying, anxious, smutty feeling rolled through her
>She sat up, and her hands started scrabbling with the buttons of her barista uniform
>She got her shirt off first, tossed it aside, then started fumbling with the zipper on the side of her skirt
>Lightning watched hungrily, already worming her way out of her own clothes
>On the floor, Suri's uniform was joined by Lightning's athletic shorts and her jersey
>And then, lastly, two sets of underwear crowned the little pile of clothes
>Suri let herself fall into Lightning's embrace again, both of them totally nude, and let her limbs intertwine with Lightning's
>They met in another kiss, their mouths wide and their hot breath playing across each other's faces
>Lightning took Suri's breasts  in her hands, then maneuvered until her mouth was level with Suri's nipples
>She took onto into her mouth, greedily sucking at it as she teased its tip with her tongue
"Mmmf..."
>Lightning swapped to the other nipple, massaging Suri's breast as she sucked it
“Whoa..."
>Lighting’s free hand trailed down Suri’s belly until it reached her crotch, and Suri grunted as Lightning slipped a finger inside her
>The pleasure overwhelmed Suri, making her feel light-headed and incredibly warm
>She arched her back, pressing her chest into Lightning's wet, inviting mouth
>And then, suddenly, Lightning was pushing her away
>"Your turn," she says, her face impossibly smug for someone who just had someone else’s tits in her mouth
"Mmm, fine..."
>Suri bent down and tasted Lightning's flat chest, running her tongue over the girl's rosy nipples
>"F-fuck yeah.  Lower."
"What?"
>"You heard me.  *Lower*."
>Lightning spread her legs, giving Suri the obvious hint she needed
"Oh.  Right."
>Suri repositioned herself, scooting lower on the bed
>Was she seriously about to do this?
>Lightning's pussy was hairless, save for a little golden patch right above her clitoris
>Suri could smell Lightning's arousal mingling with the scent of her own, and her hesitation quickly vanished
>She wanted Lightning’s pussy in her mouth
>No, she *needed* it
>Suri flopped down onto the bed, her face now just inches from Lightning's slit
>Her head was spinning with arousal now
>Hornier and drunker than she'd ever been, she started planting sloppy kisses along Lightning's inner thigh, bracing herself for that first taste...
>Lightning reclined against the pillows and buried her fingers in Suri's hair
>After the kind of garbage week (more like month... or year) she'd had, the exact thing she needed right then was some good head
>She braced herself for the delight of feeling Suri's warm mouth against her crotch...
>...except it never came
"Zzzzz... fnoof fnoof..."
>"What!?  No, come on!"
>Suri had passed out, using Lightning's thigh as a pillow
>"Come the fuck on!  Wake up!"
>She shook Suri, but Suri just mumbled something and started to drool
>"No no no!  You skank!  You can't just blueball me like that!"
>She tried to maneuver Suri's face onto her crotch, hoping that would wake her up
>But Suri just continued to snore, and snuggled quite comfortable against Lightning's pussy
>Lighting covered her face with a pillow and groaned
>"I wanted that so bad..."

>The next morning, Lightning woke up feeling irritable and fuzzy-headed
>She smelled coffee brewing, and slowly rolled out of bed as the memories of last night came back to her
>Not bothering to dress, she walked into her kitchen, yawning
>Suri glared up at Lightning her from a steaming mug of coffee, clearly not feeling terribly well either, after last night
>She recoiled in shock, surprised at Lightning’s nudity
>Her eyes briefly flickered downwards, taking in the details that darkness had covered up last night
>Now, morning light flooded the room, highlighting every expanse of skin and lewd curve of Lightning’s body
>Suri forced herself to focus back on her coffee
“Felt like sleeping in, ‘mm?” she asked dryly
>”Good morning to you too.  You always this bitchy first thing in the morning?”
“Only when I wake up in someone else’s filthy apartment.”
>”That must not happen to you much,” Lightning said with a snicker
“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Suri snapped
>”Heheh.  Nothing,” Lightning replied, innocently pouring herself a cup of coffee with her back to Suri
>She felt the other woman’s eyes on her back
>”So, ‘bout last night…” Lightning asked, turning back to face her guest
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
>Lightning shrugged
>”Okay.  Just sayin’, I think you kinda owe me something…”
>Suri blushed furiously
“I said I don’t want to talk about it, ‘mkay?  That wasn’t me!  I’m not normally… I don’t do stuff like that.”
>”You sure changed pretty quick, once I showed up.”
>Suri flushed even harder
“I was drunk.  And a little lonely.”
>”But you liked it, right?”
“Absolutely not!”
>”You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure!”
>”So if I said, ‘Hey Suri, let’s get down and dirty on this coffee table, right now,’ you’d say no and walk out.”
“I… absolutely would.”
>”That’s too bad.  The caffeine’s got me in a pretty wild mood…”
>Lightning strutted over to the kitchen table and slowly clambered on top of it
>Suri gulped, trying her best to look anywhere else
>Lightning crawled across the table to where Suri was sitting
>”So you’re not into it?  Fuck me, I guess.”
>Lightning rolled onto her back
>”But hey, it’s my place.  Just gonna take care of a lil’ bit of business real quick…”
>Lightning stretched out on the table, spreading her legs
>With one hand, she grabbed what little chest she had to grab
>The other hand drifted down her body, towards where her legs parted…
>Suri dropped her coffee, fully staring now
“You are… just… appallingly brash.”
>”I’m also hot as fuck.  So quit lyin’ to yourself and hop up here.”
>Suri’s hands clenched
“This is just to finish what started last night.”
>”Fuck yeah.  Finishing is exactly what I had in mind…”
>For the second time in the last twelve hours, Suri threw off her barista uniform
>Lightning grabbed her by the hands the second she was naked, and pulled her onto the table
>It creaked loudly beneath them as their bodies meshed together, tongues meeting and sharing heavy, coffee-flavored kisses
>Very little foreplay happened this time: after only a minute or so of kissing, Lightning grabbed Suri by the soulders
>”Turn around,” she said, breathing heavily.  “You’re gonna *love* this.”
>Suri didn’t entirely get what Lightning meant, and so Lightning gestured towards Suri’s face, then to her own crotch
>Then she repeated the gesture in reverse, motioning to Suri’s butt, then to her own face
>Suri got the hint pretty quick
“You’re foul.”
>”Just the way you like it, babe.”
“Don’t call me that!”
>”Sorry, bitch.”
“G-guh…”
>Something about the commanding way Lightning spat the word out sent a tiny river flowing down Suri’s thigh
>She shut up and spun around, and let Lightning teach her how to sixty-nine
>Suri lost herself in the taste of the other girl, and the heat spreading into her crotch and flooding her body
>Lightning’s smooth skin, the scent of her sweat, the feeling of her strong hands digging into Suri’s buttocks…
>It was too much
>She was actually going to…
>In a filthy place like this, with an absolute cunt like Lightning…
>She was going to…
“Mmm, fuck… I’m gonna cum…” she muttered
>And then the table collapsed

>A crack like a gunshot rang through the apartment, and the wooden surface between the girls’ intertwined bodies spilled to the floor
>Lightning let out a loud, pained “Oof!” as Suri’s taller, fuller figure squashed her
>Suri tried to jump off her to make sure Lightning was alright, but Lightning clamped her hands around Suri’s hips
>”No,” she groaned.  “We are… finishing… this…”
>And she shoved her face back into Suri’s crotch
“You’re totally crazy.”
>”Less talking, more licking.”
“You could be seriously hurt.”
>”Then I’ll die doing what I love.  C’mon!”
>She managed to lock her legs behind Suri’s neck, and pushed Suri’s face back where she wanted it
>Suri dove into Lightning’s muff with reckless abandon, running her tongue greedily over every inch of Lightning’s sex, feeling Lightning’s small frame trembling beneath her as her climax slowly built
>Suri wasn’t far away now either…
>She ground her pussy against Lightning’s face and increased her own pace as well, desperate not to be interrupted again
>This time, they weren’t
>”Fuck… f-fuck… yes!  Finally, yes!”
>With a cry of relief, Lightning smushed her crotch up against Suri’s face, splattering Suri with her juices
>Suri let a little of the fluids fall into her mouth, relishing the taste
“Mmmmf… God, why do I like this so much…” she moaned to herself as she finally came into Lightning’s waiting mouth
>Unlike Suri, Lightning drank every drop she could get

>Both girls rolled off the table, on opposite sides
>”Damn…”
“That was… alright.”
>”Alright?  You fuckin’ creamed.  Don’t tell me that was just alright.”
“Just because I came doesn’t mean…”
>Suri couldn’t even think of how to finish that, and Lightning just snickered
>”You were fucking loving it.”
“Alright, fine, ‘mkay?  You were great.  That was amazing.  You’re the best lay I’ve ever had.  Is that what you wanted to hear?”
>”It’s a start,” Lightning said, grinning
“Well, then I think I can *finally* be on my way now.  I have to hunt for a new job.”
>”Hey, me too!”
“Why am I not surprised.”
>Suri stood up and started gathering her clothes, stepping carefully to avoid the table wreckage
“I’ll… find a way to pay for that.”
>”Don’t worry about it.  Fucker went out in a blaze of glory.”
“If you say so.”
>With her clothes in her arms, Suri headed for the bathroom to clean herself up
>”Not sure why you’re in such a hurry, bruh.  Could always lay around here.  Have a couple beers, watch Cops.  Maybe get high.”
“I have far better things to do with my time.”
>”Yeah, like what?”
“I have to start finding a new job!”
>”Right, because the last one was so great, right?”
>Suri didn’t have a response to that
>”Just sayin’.  You could always just chill with me.  Maybe we can even go for round two.  Or three.  Four, five, six…”
>Lightning had Suri’s attention now, and she knew it
>”If you wanna spend the night again, we could even try to set a record.”
>Suri sighed, and dropped her clothes back onto the floor
“You’re lucky I’m desperate.”
>”And you’re lucky I’m me.  Now get your ass in my bed.  I’m tired as shit and I need some good cuddles.”