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@sidney-myers
“You look like you need a pick me up, need a drink?”
“That depends. Does your company come with it?”
“ Recently- Everywhere I’ve gone during work has one or two pouting girls and I can’t- I just… ” Angie shook her head slowly, biting her bottom lip to shut herself up.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound awfully pouty yourself.”
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This wasn’t usually how Sid did things. People who go on dates usually are looking for a relationship whereas people who meet strangers in bars rarely are. She was usually the stranger in the bar, the person who would dance or drink with a random girl and take her home if she was willing. She didn’t do dates, let alone coffee dates. But maybe things were supposed to be different now. New city equal new personality...was that how it was supposed to work? Or more like a revised and better personality, one that didn’t make her more of a hermit than she already felt currently. She had asked Lilah about nearby coffee places, and Sid picked the one that sounded less like the local hipster hangout. And despite that, when she walked into the place, it still looked like it could fit that definition. She looked around the room. She was either late or early; she never got the hang of that balance of punctuality. Sid checked her watch though. It was close to ten in the morning. Conclusion: she was early, but it wasn’t a big deal as it was only seven minutes early. She simply slid into the nearby booth, humming whatever tune that played during her morning alarm that day.
“Well I definitely do some freaky shite,” she said coyly, a crooked grin across her face. “I definitely ain’t 16,” Ivy confirmed with a giggle, unable and unwilling to even remember when she was that young. “Mmm, really? I’d love for you to share,” she bummed, pulling the girl impossibly closer. Ivy’s skin burned hotter with every kiss, and her desire only grew. She gripped the girl’s hips tightly, groaning as she bit her lip. A feeling of relief began to flow across her as her bra was removed, wasting no time to reciprocate the action and press their bare chests together in excitement.
“Why tell you when I could show you?” Sid teased. Ivy taking off her own bra surprised her a little but mostly because she’s always felt some sort of dysphoria about her body. But now in this moment, none of that mattered much anymore. She could feel her heart beating louder, and she knew she wanted Ivy even more. Sidney whispered into the girl’s ear while cupping her breasts, “Oh, you’re definitely not sixteen,” with a smirk on her face. She traced a path with her lips down to Ivy’s neck and then her breasts, letting her teeth graze against her skin the slightest. Sid kissed the blonde hard on the mouth now while moving one of her hands onto the girl’s inner thigh.
“Oh, I’m not sure that’d be the best look for me… but I did see a grass skirt in the gift shop that would look quite fetching with my complexion, if I do say so myself.”
“Well then you look at that, you’re just about ready to join a hula dancing competition, pineapple boy. Add a couple leis, and you’ll blend right in,” she said with a smirk. “Sidney Myers. So what brings you here besides your passion for oddly shaped fruit?” she added, holding out her hand.
“I’m having a drink out of a pineapple. This is the most ridiculous wonderful thing, have you ever done this? I’m going to drink everything from a pineapple now, I think,” Henry smiled, “I’m hooked. I love Hawaii.”
“So what’s next, pineapple boy? Please tell me you’re planning on investing in a good coconut bra to wear around the beach,” she teased.
Lilah furrowed her brows but laughed when Sidney admitted to only joking. “I could’ve fucked with a klepto,” she chuckled. “Oh, I wouldn’t even know what to do if there was a fight at the bar. I’d probably just pour myself a drink and enjoy the show until security showed up. Oops,” Lilah said with a grin. “You definitely look like you’re capable of doing some damage, though.” She smirked, her eyes raking over Sidney. “I’m afraid I’ll stick to coffee.”
“I could still be a klepto. You’d never know. They’re much more secretive about their stealing, nothing like robbing a grocery store. Maybe they’d shove a bottle of soda, two health magazines, and a box of mac and cheese into their bag without the store owner ever knowing,” Sid replied jokingly with a smirk on her face. “Some asshole wouldn’t leave me alone all night. You know the type? All muscles, no brains, probably got a small dick too,” she continued with a laugh, “That’s what the bartenders basically did too until the bar owner called the cops. Yeah, I brag now, but it was still rough.” She bit her lip slightly, remembering how fucked up her situation had been years before. “You know what? We should get some coffee some time,” she added, eyeing the brunette for a reaction.
“I’m like real life, Hannah Montana, baby,” she smirked, her confident grin only growing as Sid moved closer. Ivy held the girl’s hips tightly, pulling them in as their kiss grew deeper. “What would you like it to include?” she breathed in pleasure, humming sweetly as the girl’s lips moved down her neck.
“So you’re some Disney Channel diva?” she teased back with a sly grin on her face, “Though you don’t seem like a 16 year old girl.” Sid pushed Ivy’s hair away as she continued the kiss, keeping a steady hand on her jaw. “I have some ideas,” she sighed softly as she felt her heart beating faster with every kiss she placed on Ivy’s neck. Sid leaned forward and kissed the girl’s mouth again, gently tugging at the blonde’s bottom lip. With her other hand, she undid the blonde’s bra clasp, pulling the material away onto the other side of the bed.
“Oh, they’ll be real pleased ‘bout that I’m sure,” she continued to giggle. “See, I can appreciate rap, I’m just shite at it. I’m a very white Scot,” she teased, still chuckling. “Though, I don’t appreciate ya’ re disbelief in me! For all ya knew, I was really all those people at once,” Ivy mocked, cocking her eyebrow with a wide smirk. “Anything,” she said slowly, letting the words fall from her lips through a smirk. Their lips pressed together and Ivy couldn’t help but smile, pulling her closer.
Sid laughed. “Really? You used to be Kendrick Lamar, a talented black rapper? Dare I say, I’m impressed,” she joked, leaning closer. With one hand on the girl’s shoulder and another on her cheek, Sid deepened the kiss. “How about that VIP tour,” she breathed with a soft smile on her face before trailing kisses down the blonde’s neck.
“Trouble with the law, huh? Care to explain, unless that’s too touchy, of course,” Lilah said, cocking her head to the side. She certainly found Sidney interesting, as well as totally attractive. She pulled a face when Sidney mentioned green tea. “No way, green tea tastes like straight up grass,” Lilah laughed.
“Oh, nothing much really, I robbed a grocery store,” she deadpanned before she started laughing. “Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it. It doesn’t hurt to test how much you actually think I’m capable of doing,” Sid laughed before continuing. “I sorta started a bar fight back in Detroit. Got charged with a misdemeanor. But hey, don’t worry. Your bar is safe from me, I swear,” she joked. “Glad you aren’t into the green tea craze. I’m all about being healthy but not at the cost of drinking that gunk,”
Ivy laughed loudly as the girl listed the famous children’s songs. “I promise I’ll master them all,” she chuckled, trying to contain her utter amusement. “Seriously though, what kind of music do you like?” she inquired, perching herself up on her elbow so she could meet Sid’s eyes while stay on her side. She smirked, blushing lightly as the girl’s arm wrapped around her waist. “The VIP tour can feature anythin’ ya’d like, love,” she beamed, moving closer into her, pulling Sid into her by her backside.
Sid smiled at the other girl, deciding she really liked her laugh. “I’m sure you will. You could even add them to your show’s set list,” she joked with a laugh. “Well, for starters, I’m a big fan of rap. Kendrick Lamar, Watsky, J Cole. And then from then on, I like a couple R&B and pop artists as well as some rock bands,” she explained. She’d of course never mention her love of Taylor Swift though. “I don’t imagine you’re much of a rapper,” she joked. She leaned in closer, transfixed by the girl’s eyes. “Really, now? Anything,” she teased before pressing her lips against Ivy’s, smiling into the kiss.
“Uh, yeah, no. Not really,” she corrected with a chuckle. Scotland was nice, but she felt so suffocated. She had to get out. Ivy pulled the covers back with her, smiling at the girl sweetly. It faded slightly as she sighed, listening to Sid’s words that rung all too true. She couldn’t help but think of Scott. What if she wasn’t right for him? Hell, she knew she wasn’t. But who else could be right for her? “Yeah, I guess,” she acknowledged with a shrug, trying to brush the topic away. “Oh so ye'r into children’s songs?” she teased with a giggle. “That’d be nice, I could even give ya like a VIP tour,” she offered with a wink and a wide smirk.
Sidney studied the girl in front of her. She liked to think she could read people and could give a pretty good guess at the struggles people go through, but truly, she wasn’t very good at it all the time. It was probably another reason why her relationships never seemed to work out because when things like good communication was necessary, it wasn’t her specialty. Sid sometimes wondered if she’d always end up being the lonely foster kid she was, shifting place to place. “Oh yeah, definitely, Baa Baa Black Sheep, Mary Had a Little Lamb, even Hickory Dickory Dock. They’re all my jams,” she joked with a laugh. "Well, if the VIP tour is anything like the one last night, sign me up,” she teased back, wrapping her arm around the other girl’s waist.
“Don’t I feel ya. This is me first time out a Scotland. It’s been a long time comin’,” she chuckled. “Ya’re a very sweet liar, lass. And very pretty in the morning,” she smiled, brushing her thumb against Sid’s cheek. Ivy enjoyed soft moments like this, it made her feel human. “Uh, I guess ye could say that? I don’t know if I’m the best at ‘em, but I think if ya got the right person… otherwise, just have fun with a lot of right people,” she made light, trying not to think to hard on the right person she knew she had. “Anytime lass, name a song,” Ivy giggled, “Or come see me show!”
“At least you’re much more fond of your home place than I am,” Sidney replied with a smile, “Maybe it’s a little bit easier without all the excess hair to manage in the morning.” She laughed. She wasn’t exactly sure how last night had happened. One thing seemed to lead to another, and before she knew it, she was taking Ivy back to her place. Sid pulled the covers off a little to give them room to breathe. She smiled softly, thinking back to Chicago for a moment. “It’s hard to find the one person. I don’t know how people just know. Because even if you think they’re completely right, you may be wrong for them,” she added lightly. Ever since Chicago, flings and one-night stands were mostly her thing. “Hmm, any song you like singing. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star even, if you like that,” she laughed a little, “Maybe I will when I’m free?”
“You’ve got a point, personal trainer isn’t along the lines of movie star or astronaut,” she said with a shrug. “An officer? Kicking ass and taking names is your thing then, huh?” Lilah grinned. “Ooh, shots fired. All I’m saying is that I’m one of those people who needs her coffee before she’s ready to live for the day.”
“I’d make a good Neil Armstrong now that I think of it,” Sid joked, “Nah, not at all, my kid self probably never expected all the trouble I’d get with the law.” She laughed a little. “You definitely are not the only one then, Lilah. You aren’t one of those people who like green tea though, right?” she asked, making a face.
“Shite, ay? Do ye travel a lot?” she inquired before laughing as she pulled the covers over her head. “Whatchya doin’ hidin’ under there, lass?” Ivy laughed before crawling under them with her, keep them both tucked away with little light. “I guess. But can ya blame anyone? Seein’ sexy lads and lasses trottin’ around in less than a bathin’ suit - a person can only settle for masturbatin’ for so long,” she teased, continuing to giggle. “That explains how ye stay so fit,” she smirked, moving into her just a touch. “I’m a singer. I met another personal trainer not too long ago, Elijah. Ya know ‘im?”
Sid shook her head. “I don’t really. I’ve been to three cities before: Detroit, Chicago, and San Francisco. And now this, one. I’d love to travel but who has that kind of money?” Sid laughed as Ivy joined her under the blankets. “How do you manage to look so gorgeous in the morning while I probably look deranged?” she joked. Usually by this time, it meant one of them would leave like how her past one-night stands had been, but this was a nice exception. “True, true, you not one for relationships either then?” she asked, facing Ivy. She smiled. “I think so? I’m not the best with names sometimes,” she replied, “Sing me something?”
“Well, you’re definitely right about that,” April gave her a small smile. “You can say that again. Every day I’ve woken up here, I keep thinking I’m in a dream or something. I mean the weather is perfect and we live on a beach for crying out loud.”
Sid nodded, “Seriously, I don’t know why anyone even runs inside on a treadmill here when you can run outside right next to the beach. Have you seen the sunrise here yet? Maui’s just beautiful. But honestly, any place is better than Detroit.”
“Haha, where ya from, love?” she inquired. “I’m glad. Shite, ya'r ahead of the game, ain’t ya, Sid?” she smirked, genuinely impressed. “Less than a month ago. It’s been a crazy transition. What'dya do here?”
“Good question,” she laughed, “Well, I moved from San Francisco, but I’m originally from Detroit...unfortunately.” She pulled the covers over herself again. She was glad they weren’t as awkward as one-night stands usually were. Sid shook her head, smiling. “Nah, just got lucky. I take it sleeping around here is the norm. Definitely better than being the third wheel to a bunch of couples,” she replied, “Personal trainer. You?”