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"SHE SAID DON'T GIVE ME NO LINES AND KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF!"
A local bar whose name wasn't all that important. And currently three sheets to the wind and butchering The Georgia Sattelites was one Marcy Wu. Who was on her fifth straight song on the karaoke machine. Her equally plastered friends didn't seem in any rush to pull her off the stage.
"Sing it, Mar-Mar! How did she even get into the 80s southern rock section anyway? She started out singing BlackPink."
Anne lifted her head off the table, squinting at her as of yet untouched 4th Tequilla Sunrise.
"...Are we in a bar?"
Sasha rolled her eyes, patting Anne on the back.
"Come on, lightweight. It's not every day we all have the same night free. And you were the one who suggested we have a night on the town. Does the fancy lizard scientist not know how to hold her liquor?"
Anne grumbled and lightly swatted Sasha on the arm.
"I'm fine. And the proper term is herpetologist. And it's not like you're doing any better. I can tell when you're hammered."
Sasha lightly chuckled.
"Oh, please. I am clearly the best at this."
Anne pointed at the stage.
"Oh yeah? If you're such an expert, go wrangle the drunk Taiwanese girl before she gets too far into whatever song she's singing...what is she singing?"
What she was singing was a number by the name of "I Don't Do Boys". And not all that well.
"Yeah, it's probably time for the metaphorical fat lady to sing instead."
Sasha stood up...and promptly fell to the floor. She quickly sprung back up, brushing a little dust off her skirt.
"Yeah, holding your drinks real well, huh?"
Sasha decided to ignore that and walked up to the karaoke stage.
"Marcy, hun. Curtain call time. Lovely as your serenading is, time to let these nice people enjoy their drinks in peace."
Marcy simply huffed.
"Oh, come on! One more song! You can duet with me! We can sing that one song that-"
Before she could figure it out, she tripped over her feet and fell off the stage. Sasha effortlessly caught her without even flinching.
"Nice catch, gorgeous."
Sasha carried her back to the table where Anne was once again facedown on it. She set Marcy down, poking Anne in the cheek.
"Well, this night out crashed early. We should probably get Anne a taxi home."
Marcy poked Anne as well, but just for fun.
"No! We can invite her over! Sleepover!"
Sasha scooted Anne's drink away before Marcy could steal it and just get ridiculously wasted.
"We're grown women, Marcy. We don't really do sleepovers anymore."
Marcy gave her a sly grin.
"I mean, you were sleeping over last week. I didn't hear you complaining then. And before Anne suggested this night out, you were planning on 'sleeping over' tonight, weren't you?"
Sasha slapped a hand over Marcy's mouth before she could reveal any more. But it appeared to be too late. Anne sat up, looking at the both of them.
"...Either I'm smashed, or you just said you slept over' with Sasha last week?"
Sasha shook her head. And then Marcy licked her hand. Retracting it in surprise, Marcy proceeded to spill the beans.
"Oh yeah. We've been dating for like...a month now? Pretty soon after we both moved back to town in fact. Sasha was super eager."
Sasha looked ready to wring Marcy's neck. Marcy was too sloshed to even notice.
"Ooh, ooh! Sasha! Sasha! Sasha! Sasha! I'm gonna keep saying your name until you answer me. Sasha! Sasha!"
Sasha breathed deeply...and then took about 5 more deep breaths. Even with that, she was still gritting her teeth at Marcy when she finally answer.
"Yes, Marcy? What is it?"
Marcy stopped to think.
"...What were we talking about? Oh, that thing! The silver medal thing you wanted to tell her! Should we tell her now...I'm thirsty. Can I get another Appletini please?"
And with that, Marcy passed out there in her chair. Leaving a supremely annoyed Sasha to deal with Anne, who she was desperately hoping was too out of it to catch any of that.
"...Silver medal? Why does that sound familiar? Silver medal..."
Sasha quickly stood up, managing to stay on her feet this time.
"Well, this was a fun night, but I'm beat. I think it's time we packed it in. Don't you agree?"
Thankfully, Anne indeed seemed to agree.
"Yeah, good idea...didn't I have another drink?"
Sasha helped Anne up, and the both of them helped carry this snoozing Marcy outside while they waited for their cabs.
"Next time we all have the same night off, we're doing something that doesn't end with you barely conscious and this one completely unconscious."
Anne stood wobbly on her feet, wracking her booze-soaked brain for something.
"Marcy said something before she dropped...I swear it sounds familiar..."
Much to Sasha's relief, Anne's cab arrived speedily.
"Well, there you go. Talk to you tomorrow."
Anne shrugged and stumbled inside, waving goodbye as the taxi pulled away.
"...Silver medal...silver medal...wait...silver medal!"
THE NEXT DAY
"Okay, how exactly do I approach this...jeez, I had completely forgotten about that..."
Anne stood in front of the door to Sasha's apartment, trying to decide whether to knock or not.
"I mean, she's probably hungover and doesn't want to talk right now...but this is something I need to ask about...ugh."
She finally worked up the nerve to knock. To her surprise, she could hear someone approaching very quickly after.
"Jeez, did she sleep on the couch?"
Well, someone did. A very groggy Marcy. Who was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes when she opened the door. And was missing...
"WHOA!"
That was all Anne could say before Sasha bolted into view at lightning speed and slammed the door shut.
"...Whoa."
A few moments later, a sheepish Sasha opened the door.
"Morning Anne...she was determined to have that sleepover...she just passed out on the couch right after she got back."
Anne scratched her cheek, her face rather impressively red.
"And she sleeps shirtless these days...so I know that now...anyway, are you feeling up to talk right now?"
Sasha invited her inside, the two flopping down on the couch.
"What's up?"
Anne decided to just get it out there.
"So um...what Marcy said last night...the silver medal thing..."
Sasha rubbed her temples in annoyance.
"I was kind of hoping you'd just forget that considering how ripped you were last night...you're not mad that we're dating are you?"
Anne shook her head.
"Of course not. I was just...that talk we had all those years ago...um...and it's fine if you two are against it. I just..."
Sasha could see where this was going. And she simply laughed.
"Hey, Mar-Mar. Get in here real quick."
The still sleepy but thankfully dressed now Marcy stumbled into the living room.
"What's up?"
Sasha pointed at Anne.
"I think Anne wants to know if we're open to her joining our little situation here."
Marcy sat down on the opposite side.
"Well, duh! Of course we are. We were just trying to think of how to ask you eventually."
Sasha nodded.
"Yup. Though it would have been nice if someone didn't let the cat out of the bag last night. Seriously, you had ONE appletini. How are you such a lightweight?"
Marcy chuckled slightly as Anne processed things.
"So...I have 2 girlfriends now?"
Sasha patted her on the shoulder.
"You don't have to use the G-friend word just yet if you don't want to. I know this is new to you...heck, it's new to both of us. But Hell, we saved an entire world of talking frogs from a crazy possessed helmet. I'm sure we can figure out polyamory no sweat. Right?"
Anne wasn't sure about the no sweat part. But whatever.
"Well, alright then...so...do you guys maybe wanna..."
Marcy gasped in mocked surprise.
"Sasha, I think she's asking us on a date."
Sasha mock gasped as well, Anne simply rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm asking you two on a date. What say we do something next week?"
The two winked at each other and each pecked Anne on the cheek.
"It's a date, Boonchoy."
Anne smiled as she hopped up to leave.
"Well, I've got some errands to run. I'll talk to you guys later. Oh, and Marcy?"
Anne opened the door.
"Please be dressed next time I come over. Not bad though."
She winked and shut the door behind her, leaving Marcy the blushing one now.
"...Wait, this isn't my apartment. Did we have a sleepover?"
Sasha simply faceplamed.
"Oh, Marcy..."