karen pulls the blanket up to her shoulders, glancing over at the girl laying beside her. she’s still trying to process what exactly had just happened. she’s got a reputation for being, well, a whore, but she’s never hooked up with another girl before. mandy had it right. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” she hums in compliance, best to just start pretending right away as she slips out of her bed to grab her underwear and shirt, quickly putting them on. “nothing happened here.” she flashes mandy a quick look. it might have been the others idea to pretend this never happened, buy if mandy ever spoke a word of this to anyone karen would go all savage on her.
Mandy Milkovich isn’t good at much, but there are at least two things she’s got real skill for: sex, and never having to remember anything more than vague snatches of it after it’s over. Those talents have served her well over the course of her life, and as she sits up in bed next to Karen Jackson of all people, she’s real relieved to find that those strengths have held. She picks at a flaky scab on her knee, just for something to do, and accidentally catches Karen out of the corner of her eye. Mandy clears her throat, just a little bit, and then speaks up.