gung ho

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   Another night, another party, another stranger. Two am and the party is just getting started for Blanche. 

   "Dax isn't it?" Blanche slurs as she's pulled into a taxi cab with the stranger, alcohol consumed the two young adults and soon the aroma of the cab. He nods in compliance. "Hmmph, my place or yours?" she asks as the taxi cab driver looks through the rearview mirror and at the couple, waiting for a destination. 

  "Yours." He slurs as he cheekily begins to kiss her neck. Blanche then tells her address to the driver. Giggling throughout her sentence from the touch of Dax's lips on her delicate skin. But that ends as her phone begins to ring.

Incoming call -- El

   "Fuck," Blanche mumbles as she picks up the phone and motions for Dax to stop. 

   "WHAT THE HELL BLANCHE, YOU SHOULD BE HOME BY NOW!!!!" El screams through the other end.

   "I'm on my way home, whats wrong?" B slurs. "Are you in my apartment?" 

   El sighs, "yes, I came to see if you had any sleep aid, but I guess you're out partying the night away... ON A WEDNESDAY." 

   Dax looks over at Blanche waiting for her to hang up, she holds up her finger at him. "I had a hard day, I needed to unwind. Life sucks, I'll be there in literally three seconds." she hangs up on El and turns to Dax. "So.. funny thing........ I can't do this tonight," Blanche gestures towards his cock. "I SO want to but my friend sort of is at my place and I doubt she'll go back to home cos she has domestic issues or whatever. But nice to meet you!" They pull up to her apartment complex and she gets out before Dax could and runs up to her building before the cold New York air could nip at her legs. 

  She makes her way to her apartment to find El on her couch cuddled with a bag of chips. "What a nice surprise." She exclaims sarcastically at the unwanted guest. El looks up from her bag of pretzels.

   "What a nice outfit," El remarks sarcastically at Blanche's skimpy outfit. A literal little black dress that could reveal every nook and cranny if Blanche made one false move. Paired with fishnets and basically drag queen heels and makeup. "you've been watching too much drag race, you're starting to look like a queen with that makeup and hair." El criticizes Blanche.

   "At least I know how to wear makeup... But anyway, why aren't you like, in your apartment.... with like your boyfriend..." Blanche changed the subject as she began to strip out of her night out look. 

  El begins to stutter, struggling to come up with excuses.  

   "Exactly, just break up with Leo for fuck's sake. He's a piece of shit who cheats on you and we all know it, dude!" Blanche exclaims.  "You said you haven't gotten some from him in two weeks. Come on; you know he has groupies El." 

   "It's going to workout, he doesn't have groupies. He wouldn't do that to me...." El begins to sob. Blanche sighs and goes over to her friend, "I don't understand... why doesn't he love me?" 

   God, B thinks to herself, it's like she's 14 again and getting heartbroken for the first time. Does it ever get better?? El is two years her senior, she's at the age where you start to settle. Do I really want to put myself through this bullshit she thinks to herself, she laughs mentally at the thought of marriage and having kids. "Yikes," she shudders to herself. No thank you.

"It's okay El, he does love you I guess or something. People have rough patches or something in relationships, I was watching The View and they said its normal and if there aren't downs to your ups then you're fucked with the relationship." B says patting Els back. She sniffles in response, shifting her position on the couch to a laying position. "You gon kick it here then?" B asks El who nods her head sleepily to which B gets up to get El a pillow and blanket. 

Blanche goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water when she hears Els hoarse voice, "melatonin?" 

Ah fuck.