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Maybe Stevie only drank red wine, but weed could make any wine taste good.
Maybe Stevie only liked red wine, but when she was feeling floaty and high as fuck, she was just in a better headspace to enjoy the light, bittersweet taste of white wine, and damn, that weed Twyla gave her was top tier.
Twyla…
Stevie couldn't stop thinking about how Twyla always took care of her. She gave her the best. The best weed, the best coffee, the best of the overcooked muffins from the cafe... Her train of thought was briefly derailed by one about muffins at the cafe and if there were any at this party.
Stevie didn’t know why or what she did to deserve Twyla’s attention but it felt good and warm and made her want to start crying for some reason which was weird because Stevie doesn’t cry. Stevie is grumpy and hates people and doesn’t get taken care of and doesn’t cry.
Twyla was sunshine. Twyla took care of everyone. How could Stevie not bask when some or that was directed at her?
She and Twyla were sitting on the floor pressed against each other They were holding each other upright and laughing at basically nothing. Stevie only noticed that her eyes had been drifting towards Twyla's chest when Twyla moved awkwardly and her boob popped out a bit. She adjusted herself and smiled down at Stevie and Stevie looked at the ceiling. She felt Twyla's hand on her chin, guiding Stevie's face in her direction.
“Come here. You’re cute.”
“No, you’re cute. Why are you cute?”
Twyla kissed her gently and pulled her into an embrace. Steve's head fell on Twyla's shoulder and Twyla rested her head on Stevie’s.
“Stevie, you know I’m here for you right? Like… always. And not just weed''
“Your weed is good”
“Yes but so are you”. Stevie kissed her, and then, deciding this was too much sincerity, even for High Stevie, pulled the other woman up.
“Come dance” they held each other for a few more moments before making their way towards the rest of the party.
Stevie didn’t know how Twyla kept pulling her in like this, but she was too high to think about it. Twyla was shiny and bright and nothing made sense and that was okay.
Suddenly David was coming over, saying something about Jake and who cares really. Stevie said something about kissing Jake too, because David didn’t need to know about the strength of Twyla's pull or Twyla's pot.
Stevie was warm and sweaty in the special way that parties in the summer often made her feel. She grabbed Twyla’s soft hands (did David give her skincare advice? Did Twyla actually listen to David when he talked about skincare? That sounds like something Twyla would do.) and led her towards the cluster of stoned people dancing. She exhaled, taking in the glow of the string lights. She let Twyla pull her in once again, deciding to enjoy this moment, this feeling, this… this whatever it is. A song about picking someone up when they were down and showing them how to live again played somewhere in the distance.
Maybe Stevie liked string lights, maybe Stevie liked he humid Schitt’s Creek summers, maybe Stevie liked dancing, maybe Stevie liked weed, maybe Stevie liked-
Well… whatever this warmth was, all she wanted was to bask in it.