For Reasons Wretched and Divine

Girl Talk

"I quite literally need every single detail of the date you just went on,"

"You haven't even sat down yet," Sunshine pointed out with a smile, hugging her friend back. Peaches writhed at their feet, wanting desperately to get in on the affection.

"EVERY detail, Sunny, every lurid little detail," Larissa said, taking a seat on the couch, oversized purse producing an entire bottle of wine.

"I haven't seen a bottle of Jupiter Moon since your bachelorette party," Sunshine laughed, accepting the bottle.

"It's still on the same shelf in McGrady's liquor store off eighth street," Larissa mused. "I think we're the only people in the past decade that have bought it,"

"No one but idiotic college freshmen is going to buy a three-dollar bottle of a literally bottom shelf wine," Sunshine snorted, the bottle cap coming off in her hands.

"Should we be adults and get glasses or straight from the bottle?"

Larissa raised an artfully plucked eyebrow.

"Girl, we're going to be talking about boys all night; it's just like the dorm room all over. Fuck cups."

The first sip of Jupiter Moon made you rethink every life choice you ever had that led up to this moment.

Every sip after that was fine.

"Where'd you go?"

"Color me Mine,"

"No shit? Did you do that sexy pottery scene from Ghost?"

Sunshine wrinkled her nose and passed the bottle back to Larissa.

The two had been best friends since they were assigned roommates the first day of college, spending every waking moment together for four years until life forced them apart with a crowbar. Now they only saw each other on a staggered schedule, but something was better than nothing.

"Gross, no."

"I still cannot get over the fact that his name is Happy. What the fuck is he, a Keebler elf?"

"My names Sunshine,"

Larissa flapped her hand indignantly, taking a swig from the bottle.

The two of them were face to face on the couch, legs in each other's laps, fleece blankets wrapped around their shoulders.

"Sunshine isn't an emotion,"

The woman in question licked her lips, frowning at the elderberry and acetone aftertaste of the wine.

"Please tell me you fucked,"

Sunshine blenched, her cheeks immediately heating.

"No fucking way," Larissa groaned, swatting her friend on the arm. "What are you? A nun? Why not? The way you describe him is like he's Adonis himself coming down to bless the world with his dick,"

"You cannot already be drunk," Sunshine grabbed the wine from her friend's hand.

"I am a mother of two; I get drunk off fumes alone." Larissa folded the blanket tighter around herself, fixing her best friend under a hardened stare, tipsy or not.

"Do you have any pictures of him yet? Because the mugshot I found of him on the internet is far from flattering,"

"YOU GOOGLED HIM?" Sunshine squealed, the now empty bottle of wine sat forgotten on the coffee table.

"Duh. I googled that motherfucker the second you mentioned him by name,"

Of course, Sunshine knew about the mugshots and the arrests. She could only be blissfully ignorant about some things, and her safety and those around her wasn't that. In all fairness, she hadn't done her own research until after he had shot the mugger in the foot, and by then, she was already sliding down a steep hill of 'too late to go back now.' The results in her search bar should have elicited some sort of fear response, some kind of worry, but her gut said not a peep.