margaritaville || von & hana
“Urch, so you went to frat parties and fundraisers and shit like that? I’m glad we never met in college, I’d have hated you” she said. Shivonne had an aversion to anything that involved gangs that called themselves an ‘exclusive club’. Like they were all so much better than everyone else because they fit a standard. Having been a part of that crowd for one short year of high school, she knew exactly why she preferred the uncool kids and outcasts.
Shivonne snorted a laugh, then composed herself somewhat as she outstretched her arm and tapped it on her shoulders one at a time and then tapped the top of Hana’s head, placing an imaginary crown on there, “You shall forever be decreed as Her Royal Highness, Princess of Nerd”
She sunk back the last of the beer in her glass. The amount of alcohol she’d had in the last hour alone was enough to put a small adult’s head in the toilet for the rest of the night, but Shivonne was a seasoned professional, even if she was really feeling the effects now. “I took his fucking kid away from him. He’s a good dad. Shitty boyfriend, but hey I’m a shitty fucking girlfriend. I can’t-” she paused to hiccup “-can’t believe I was in a relationship for four goddam years. You know they say the worst thing you could do is stay together for your kid, but I fucking did it anyway, like a loser”
Shivonne was shocked when the fairy candidate planted a kiss on her, for once she was stunned into silence. She ran her hand through her frizzy hair and a rainstorm of glittery fibres crossed her vision. “Why am I covered in glitter?” she said quietly to herself. She waited until Sparkles started to walk away before turning to her friend and saying, “That was like kissing an angry vagina. No vote”
Letting out a ‘hwop’ as Hana pulled her along, the alcohol in her system sloshing around, she suddenly didn’t feel so good. “Hana, I feel sick. I don’t even like Beyonce…” but before she could finish any more excuses, they were both on stage, stood behind the fairy as they addressed the crowd. “Goooood Eveeeening- uh-” they said, turning back slightly and looking at the two women behind them.
“Sumner?” Shivonne said, confused and slightly dazed. “SUMNER!” Sparkles shouted to the crowd, which was met by a few pathetic claps. “Are you ready to paaaaarrrrttttyyy?!” they shouted, to no response. “Me tooo!” Suddenly, the beat began to thump loudly in Shivonne ears, watching confetti slewing down and the sequined outfit of the candidate shimmied for side to side violently.
Rubbing her damp forehead, placing her hand on her hip, Shivonne really didn’t feel so good. But before she could make the decision whether or not she could get off stage quick enough, she was violently ill all down the back of Sparkles sequined monstrosity. That, in fact, won over the crowd, who were whooping and cheering.
“A-yup, and probably,” Hana said with a giggle. She loved her sorority dearly, but she also knew how much other people hated the entire college Greek system. It didn’t really bother her, at least not at her age. Maybe when she was younger she might have broken out into some passionate speech about ‘not all sororities’ and sisterhood and all that stuff. But now she’d shed some of her fiercely group-positive gargoyle side and embraced her mother’s more laid-back, individualistic Hawaiian nymph side. To each their own, and so forth. Add to that Hana’s friendly-happy!drunk self, and she had no intention of going into serious-mode right now. “What’d you take in college? I mean - study? Not like, clubs. Or if you had clubs, I don’t know. All of that seems so long ago!”
She preened under her crown, making a show for Shivonne after the mock-coronation, then tried to sober up a bit to reach out and hold Shivonne’s hand. “I don’t know much about divorces or...stuff like that.” She was thinking ‘broken families’ but was polite enough not to say it. “But I do know it doesn’t just take a mom and a dad to raise a good kid. Sumner’s like a family now. Which reminds me! Oh my god. Shivonne. If you ever need babysitting! I’m your girl - I babysit like a pro.”
Hana had never been in a relationship as long as four years, and she murmured a ‘wow’ under her breath at the idea of Shivonne and this ‘shitty boyfriend’ of hers lasting that long. Long enough to have a kid, obviously. She wanted to hug Shivonne but instead they were whisked away up the stage to be back-up singers, or something.
She kept a hold of Shivonne’s hand, knowing Peach wasn’t letting them off easily. “You got this,” Hana said, resorting drunkenly to sports slogans to reassure her. “Just power through it, you can do it. Just keep your mind on the game, Shivonne, just - oh no.”
Hana could only watch as Shivonne projectiled all the contents of her upset stomach, onto the Sheriff Candidate. The fairy looked discombobulated for a moment, but the cheers of the audience were too much for them to stay mad for long.
“Well I wasn’t going to do a costume change yet, but--” Dramatically, Peach tore off their sequined dress, revealing and even brighter, more lavish outfit underneath, their wings spreading to effective block out everything else on the stage behind them.
“Now’s our chance, c’mon,” Hana said, half-laughing, half-alarmed at the entire process. The crowd did go wild at all the increasing shenanigans, and Hana was able to bundle Shivonne off the stage, hurrying her to the row of port-o-potties. “Eugh...” she said, at the idea of Shivonne having to stick her head anywhere near there. “Can I take you home? We can go to mine, I have a really clean toilet...” Because that was how to get friends to come over - boast about one’s toilet. Hana rolled her eyes at drunk self.
