Blessings In Disguise (lesbian)

(16) Could I Borrow Your Eyes?

Showered and dressed, Dylan returned to her friend's apartment the next morning a few minutes before nine o'clock to find her in the kitchen also dressed. Seated at the breakfast table, Layne's expression was one of misery as she sipped inky black coffee. If this was a hangover headache how must a migraine feel? She figured that she wouldn't be able to take that and would quickly perish. Slowly looking up, she waved two fingers at her visitor.

"Morning, sweetheart," Dylan greeted, keeping her voice soft so she wouldn't make the woman's headache any worse. Putting a Thermos on the table, she poured herself a cup of coffee, almost soundlessly pulled out a chair and sat down. She smiled upon looking at Layne's T-shirt. They had decided to wear the shirts that Layne purchased for them yesterday to show off at the parade today. Both lacked the courage to wear one of the more scandalous shirts, knowing that Madeline would see them. Neither might live to see Monday. Scratch that-- they wouldn't make it until Sunday afternoon.

Layne's choice was a fitted white T-shirt with a pair of bright blue eyes on the front. Underneath them was written 'I See Gay People', undoubtedly homage to M. Night Shyamalan's movie The Sixth Sense. Along with her deliciously clingy shirt she wore hip hugger blue jeans. Dylan's shirt was in a baseball jersey style, white with blue ¾ length sleeves. It read 'My parents said that I could become anything, so I became a LESBIAN'. The words 'my' through 'a' matched the blue in her sleeves while 'lesbian' had been capitalized, the pride colors blended through it. Dylan had started to wear a pair of jeans, but at the last moment decided on khaki pants.

Grabbing her Thermos, she twisted the cap off and then slid the dark container over to her friend. "Drink this. Fast."

The word fast made Layne instantly suspicious. She forced herself to raise her head and look across the small table. For a couple of seconds there were two Dylan's, and then they thankfully merged. The blonde inwardly swore for the thousandth time that she would never drink so much again. "Why fast? What is it?" She was afraid to sniff its contents. The smell alone might send her to the porcelain goddess again. Good thing toothpaste didn't bother her, because Layne had brushed enough times with it that morning.

"I can't provide you with the information on what it is exactly, but it's a magical hangover elixir, one I learned many years ago in college. All you really need to know is that it will eradicate that 'I feel like shit' feeling you're obviously suffering with. It's paramount for you to drink it fast because the taste is nasty as sin. You can't sip the M.H.E. like coffee. Just get it down like you're on that show Fear Factor." Layne remained skeptical. "Trust me, honey. It'll work."

Layne wrapped her hands around the Thermos, taking a deep breath as she prepared to drink something labeled nasty as sin. "I've never had a hangover. Now that I know what one feels like, at least I can be assured that I'll never become an alcoholic."

Dylan softly chuckled. "You're all kinds of virgins."

Smirking, Layne raised the M.H.E. to her mouth.

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Wearing the 'My Mommies Love Me' sweatshirt her grandma purchased for her along with the cutest little pair of blue jeans, Robin admired the freshly painted multicolored butterfly on the back of her hand. It was difficult to sit still so the nice man could create the image, but the beautiful butterfly was worth it. Although they had admired it before, Robin raised her hand for Layne and Dylan's appraisal. With her settled on Layne's lap, Dylan leaned over to lightly kiss her hand.

"You look gorgeous Robbie, but I don't think I really need to tell you that. You must behold your beauty in the mirror everyday." She winked and the baby giggled. "What ya reading, sweetie? Someplace you'd like to go?" They were currently in one of the more family oriented sections of the festival. Called the Family Garden, it was the perfect atmosphere for children, and for the last hour or so the three of them--especially Robin-- had a ball. They couldn't decide which she had enjoyed more--the parade or the Family Garden. The myriad of colors and extraordinary costumes had her laughing gleefully and clapping her hands while people and floats moved down the street. Oliver had brought a video camera and taped the entire parade, promising Robin that she would get a copy.