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“How do I look?”, Her voice was quiet. The outfit was odd and uncomfortable for her. But this is what Salt wanted. Pepper could never bring herself to say ‘no’ to her.
Salt looked up to the sound of Pepper’s voice, life flushed to her face when she saw the other, “You look great, bestie.”. Pepper tugged at the straps on her shoulders awkwardly. It was ill fitting and tight, a bright orange dress topped with a white mesh lace shawl. Orange wasn’t her colour, and Salt was never subtle. Pepper was dressed as a poor man’s OJ. Well, a rich, classy, sexy, cocktail dress version of OJ, but a clear attempt at an OJ costume, nonetheless. Pepper was drunk on the way Salt was looking at her. She fell next to her on the bed, “Thank you. This dress is really cute.”
“I knew you’d just like love, love it!”, Salt was on cloud nine.
Pepper glanced at Salt’s contacts left on the side table next to the wine glasses, before nuzzling into Salt. Pepper took in the closeness while it lasted. Salt smelled like the ocean. She traced her hand along Pepper’s back. Pepper took a sip of her wine and pretended to take in the wine’s bouquet as she focused on Salt’s hands. Salt was gentle and extra affectionate. Pepper imagined it was for her. It would never be for her.