CW: They're in a store with sex toys. There's no smut but be warned there's many sexual implications.
!Canon!
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Midnights was in the corner of the store, staring at the random ingredients on some cleaning wipes; being stuck up to making sure it was safe for use. Scanning the back she mumbled to herself. "Decyl glucoside, aloe extract, calenadul-"
"Can I get this?" 1989 had interrupted her thought process, holding a large box that Midnights had yet to comprehend what exactly it was. Before looking up, she replied.
"Yeah sure, what-" Midnights stopped mid-sentence when she saw the box, her tone immediately serious and exasperated, "absolutely not." It was a black box, a flap that could be opened covering the item, that read exactly what it was meant to be.
"What! Why not?" 1989 spat back, defending herself quickly; brows furrowed.
"Look at it!"
"It's fine, it even has my colors!" She grinned, proudly, oddly enough; opening the cover of the box that showed the toy, a marbleized pastel blue and white one to be precise.
"Yeah, but a twelve-inch dildo? You can barely fit the six inch we got, how in the hell are you fitting that in there!"
1989 shook her head, 'reasoning' with Midnights, pointer finger up in the air then to the box's words. "Technically you're not supposed to fit it all the way in, there's this thing called stretchi-"
"PUT IT BACK!"
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"I'm getting this too." Evermore walked by the two, holding a red container that read '1 GALLON: FAKE BLOOD' between her fingers.
"How much is it?" Midnights questioned, shifting through her wallet to find her credit card.
"15 bucks." Evermore popped her gum, setting it down near the register with the rest of the items.
"Hmm, not bad."
"Is that all?" The cashier looked at the three, bags under her eyes with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. She squinted at the items; an eyebrow raised. She's probably seen worse, it's whatever.
"Yup, just the dildo, wipes, blood capsules, and fake blood." Midnights had said it so nonchalantly, sliding her card in the small machine on the counter; a small ding when approved.
"Why do you even need blood capsules and a gallon-" 1989 began to ask, stopping all of sudden. "Y'know what? Don't answer that," she waved her hands down, a small chuckle from embarrassment, "I don't wanna know."
Evermore did not respond.
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"Thank youuuu baby!" 1989 held her thank-you out before giving her girlfriend a small peck on the left cheek; giggling, skipping out to the mall's parking lot.
"I need a cigarette." Midnights mumbled to herself, face flushed; stuffing a hand into her purse to find the pack and lighter. Taking one to her lips she flicked the spark wheel to create a flame, inhaling the fresh toxic smoke that somehow healed a bit of the stress she was under. For the moment, at least.
Evermore walked beside her, exiting the sliding doors, another bag in hand holding something no one probably wants to know; a slight smirk. "Hmm, Red pulls the puppy dog eyed trick on me all the time. Although mostly for when I have to go to work, not when-" She was cut off when Midnights clenched her teeth, cigarette still between them, eyes closed; scowling.
"Fuck off, man."
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