“ oh, you cannot be fucking serious! ”
two fists slam against the mahogany booth, the fingers curled within them trembling in a rage. proudly confronting them is komal - ‘ mythic bitch ’ turned reality - fanning herself with two five dollar bills.
“ i didn’t take you as the type to do charity work, vy... ” raising a hand, she gestures to the sign that towered over them. emblazoned on its center in a menacing crimson color are the words ‘ kissing booth ’. a faded lipstick smear and torn post-it note that read ‘ $5 ′ accompany these words, almost like an afterthought.
“ ...or are you just desperate to get some action? ” an unwitting scowl tightens vy’s lips. this rouses a chuckle from komal, which deepens their scowl almost tenfold. as if they’d stoop this level of embarrassment for a lay. this is, what vy considered, a “ favor for a friend ” - or rather, a certain winry rockbell running short on volunteers for her sorority’s spring festival and pleading with them to work a few shifts.
and as much as they couldn’t even stand to look at komal, they knew that letting her down would also be letting winry down.
so, dismissing her taunt, vy instead opts for a garbled, “ let’s just get this over with ”. victorious is the smirk that seizes komal’s lips as she leans over, propping both elbows atop the booth. to their chagrin, she claims both of their hands in hers.
“ double the dime, double the time. ” lithe fingers slide the two now wadded up $5′s in between vy’s before lifting to cup their face. a thumb caresses their jawline. “ pucker up. ”
vy closes the gap between their lips, albeit with bated breath. in their mind, they’re cursing the softness of her skin and the sweet taste of strawberries - the urge to pacify their hatred if it meant her tongue teasing theirs.
outwardly, however, they retract after a few beats, donning the same steely expression as komal’s smug eyes re-encounter theirs.
“ you never disappoint, ” she coos.
“ get the hell out of my sight. ”
→ KISSES MEME / selectively accepting .
