Foster’s text conversation with Skylar had left a stupidly big smile on her face. She loved the teasing banter that was so easily tossed between them. She was very exited at the prospect of more wine and cake. It would also be nice to see Skylar but she was rather intoxicated and keeping her buzz going seemed like a priority right now. She climbed out of Skylar’s bed and walked into their kitchen. She started to tidy up before getting out everything she would need to bake the cake. She turned on the oven so it could preheat, she didn’t want to brag but she knew the funfetti cake instructions by heart. She sat on the counter and poured herself a glass of wine, busying herself with a game on her phone until she heard the apartment door open. “Baby,” she called out to her best friend. “You made it just in time, I’m almost out of wine.” @lesbianismx