"Ches... What the heck are you wearing?" Glam froze, fist still poised in mid-air to knock on the bus door a fourth time, as he stared at Ches. More specifically, at Ches's legs which fidgeted nervously beneath a very plaid, very pink, and very short pleated skirt. ---------------------------- Wherein Ches and Glam trip on acid together. All fanart for this story can be viewed here: https://tinyurl.com/mwcyewkx