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After a few months of having a casual “friends with benefits” situation going on between Adore and her best friends, Bianca and Courtney, she receives a text message to their group chat from Courtney that reads “Excited for tonight ;)”. Normally, Adore would just ignore it and assume Courtney sent the message to the wrong group, but Courtney only uses her winky faces in one context.
Just as Adore was about to blow it off, Bianca replies to the message with, “Driving- see you in 20.” Now that is definitely concerning, because why would Courtney send Bianca that message, and why is Bianca driving to meet Courtney? Not that it’s any of her business, Adore isn’t that stupid, but it makes her wonder why the two are talking about their meetup in the group chat.
Then it occurs to her that maybe all three of them were supposed to hang out tonight and she just fucking forgot. In a split-second decision, Adore pulls out Life360 and calls an Uber to take her to the hotel where Courtney is supposedly at. She tries not to think about how weird that is since hotels are not the usual place for all three of them to hang out together.
Immediately after entering the hotel, the first thing Adore sees is Bianca walking away from a receptionist’s desk. Adore runs after her friend, but she’s too far behind, and when she turns the corner to where the elevators are located, the doors are already closing. Adore huffs and watches the floor numbers to see where Bianca will get out on. It stops at five, so Adore calls it back down, just to make it go back up to the fifth floor.
She steps out into the quiet hallway and realizes there is yet another problem to solve. What is the fucking room number? Adore is about to give up, but then her phone dings with a message from Courtney to their group chat that reads “What’s the room number again?” Adore lets out a sigh of relief, she won’t have to ask herself and risk ruining… whatever this is. Bianca responds seconds later with, “531.” Adore finds the room at the very end of the long hallway and doesn’t hesitate to knock on the door.
Bianca opens it quickly, and her face is painted with shock when she sees Adore, “Why the fuck are you here?”
“Uhhh…”
“Adore!” Bianca hisses, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the room, “Did Courtney tell you about this?”
“No! Well, technically both of you did,” Adore says.
“What?!”
“You two were texting the group chat and I was like, ‘Oh maybe I forgot about group plans’ so, here I am,” Adore explains, biting her lip nervously, “Should I just… go?”
Bianca sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, “Oh, God…”
Adore looks around the fairly large hotel room, and frowns when she sees rose petals of all things spread on the bed, “Bianca, what the hell is that?”
Then there’s a knock on the door and the sound of it unlocking, next thing they know Courtney walks into the room.
“Courtney!” Bianca and Adore shout at the same time.
“Adore?! Why are you here?” Courtney yells, throwing her hands in the air animatedly, dropping her luggage in the process.
“Why did you two text the group chat?!” Adore counters.
Bianca puts herself between the two in an attempt to keep an all-out brawl from breaking out, “Why don’t we all just calm down-”
“Calm down?!” Adore yells, “Are you fucking kidding me?! I just found out you two have been fucking each other this whole time!”
“You’ve also been fucking both of us! ” Bianca exclaims, gesturing at Courtney.
Adore frowns and rubs her chin thoughtfully, “I, uh, I have been doing that. Huh.”
The situation then switches from confused to awkward. Adore distinctly remembers all the innuendos that Bianca and Courtney have made regarding their relationship over the last few months, and Adore knows she wasn’t being too subtle either. She had desperately tried to ignore the guilt over her relationships with Bianca and Courtney, and the fact she didn’t share all the details with both of them. Despite that, she wound up just squashing down the remorse every time it started rising up again.
Now it’s not only come back to bite her in the ass but the other two as well. Going by the uncomfortable and worried expressions on Courtney and Bianca’s faces, Adore can tell they’ve been struggling with the same guilt. Maybe that’s a good thing, maybe things don’t have to totally change then. Adore likes that she was able to have close relationships with both of them, and in all honesty, she doesn’t care that they have that type of relationship with each other too.
“So…” Adore starts awkwardly, running her fingers nervously through her hair.
Bianca grimaces and sits right beside her on the hotel bed, “Yup.”
“This is an interesting turn of events,” Courtney says with a stilted laugh.
Adore is certain things could not be more humiliating for any of them right now. At least they’re all already friends. On second thought, maybe that doesn’t help all that much.
“There are a lot of ways we could handle this,” Bianca points out, “We could all leave and pretend this never happened, we can do some rock papers scissors bullshit and the loser can leave, or…”
Courtney glares at Bianca, “Or…?”
“Or we could stop acting like we’re all cheating on each other and start a ‘throuple’ or something.”
Adore is shocked by Bianca's bold statement. Sure, Bianca is blunt and never tells a lie or hides her true feelings, but Adore has never heard her say anything that honest before now.
“A throuple?” Adore asks hoarsely.
“Like polyamory?” Courtney clarifies.
Bianca shrugs, “Like instead of all of us sneaking around we just all date each other. Or fuck each other, whatever works I guess.”
Adore nods, “No like, I get it. I always thought a threesome would be fun.”
“You mean you haven’t done that before?” Courtney asks with a raised eyebrow.
“And you have?”
Courtney laughs, “Well don’t be so surprised.”
Bianca rolls her eyes, “Look, are we going to have group sex and order dinner after or not?”
Adore and Courtney share a look with each other, one that confirms what both women are thinking. Despite her nerves, and her initial shock, Adore finds herself wanting what Bianca is offering.
“I mean, I’m down,” Adore says, unable to hold back a smile.
“Me too,” Courtney says, taking Adore’s hand in her own.
The way Bianca looks at them puts butterflies in Adore’s stomach, and she can’t help but wonder how she got so fucking lucky. This wasn’t how things were supposed to turn out, at least not at first, and yet here she is. As long as she has her two favorite people with her, Adore knows it will always work out in the end.