Girls Night Out of Their Minds [Vera]

"That elephant looks particularly threatening," Dela said as if it was the most normal thing to say in the world. Her voice was light and almost musical. Her eyes were large with blown out pupils, like a cat about to murder some sparkly Christmas lights.

The street she and Vera were walking was basically Nightlife Alley, filled with tons of people looking for a good time. The neon lights were largely contained within the clubs themselves, but the blonde was seeing them outside in the streets, rimming every single source of light. They also shined on the strangely ominous elephant crafted of neon pink and green tubes floating somewhere over her head.

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Yes, the girls were the ultimate grass breathers tonight. Vera was gathering her last brain cell while all the other ones succumbed to the happy chemicals in her system. The pulse and history of bad decisions were rampant in the thirty-year-old crone, but she was somehow still articulate and able to focus her eyes on the seemingly much younger woman. It was numbly delightful to witness that look, that one look Dela harbored was that of a cat on catnip overload.

With her stupidly beautiful face, and her silly remarks, the human daisy was a precious thing to behold. It was no matter how it all started, or how she managed to convince Vera, who wasn’t a drug pusher by nature and in fact might have even put up a little fight; complete with a list of reasons why the blonde shouldn’t even begin to play with something like that. But that crafty woman persuaded her, and, as though by magic, the two were falling deeper down the rabbit hole. Or, in this case, an elephant’s trunk.

“See, I - I can speak elephant,” laughed Vera, wrapping a slender arm around the smaller friend’s shoulders, tears rolling down her cheeks, “it all started back when I - I had to shovel their hella-massive droppings. The piles tended to be so much bigger than my entire eleven-year-old body. My childhood was great.”

She ran her fingers clumsily through her companion’s soft, golden locks; it was just Vera trying to comfort her needlessly as she revealed the threatening nature of such imaginary elephants. Feeling protective, Vera pressed her face into her bosom, and appeared to have grown a mysterious pair of balls as she pouted and narrowed her eyes stupidly: “Aw, are they bullying you? C’mere. Luckily for you, I’m proficient in the language.”

The self-proclaimed elephant whisperer used one arm to symbolize a trunk and in the cringiest fashion possible did she raise that ‘trunk’ to sluggishly stick up a middle finger that wasn’t supposed to be there. She was clearly flipping the bird in the direction of these cursed hallucinations that danced, clapped and played the trombone. “I, Queen of the Pachyderm, am not pleased with your . . . bullshittery. Be gone!”

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"Heh... elephant s#!$," Dela breathed a dopey giggle, her arm snaked around her violette friend's waist. Normally Dela didn't ask for this type of thing, but when she'd initially approached her coworker and best friend, there was something lurking behind her eyes. The unwilling magical girl played everything close to the vest, so it wasn't as if he would spout her secrets or even vocalize something being wrong, but whatever it was, it was enough that she wanted one night where she didn't have to think. At all. she craved the nothingness and floaty freedom from the night at the rave when for just a moment, she was Dela who had no problems.

And no problem Dela saw no problem with her face being reeled in and smooshed into Vera's chest. She nestled her cheeks in glorious cleavage, no longer caring about the elephants bullying her with their neon cymbals. She did care about whatever she was doing to communicate, so begrudgingly bulling her face from the inviting bosom, the blonde witnessed the Queen of Pachyderm's decree. Paired with the arm-trunk's middle finger, it was just rude enough to tickle Dela's sense of humor. She started into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, making her sound even younger despite being technically more than twice Vera's age. "More like elephantsh**tery, right?" the high girl quipped in a cringy pun, then erupted again into inebriated guffaws as the glowy imaginary animals popped out of sight like she'd taken a needle to bubbles.

"My heeerroooo!" she howled, whirling out of the woman's embrace before she could start motorboating, not because high Dela had any aversion to such a thing, but because she was incredibly curious about something else. "Are you also the Queen of Weasles? 'Cuz they're the sidewalk now. Slithering like snakes. Do you see them??"

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The closet drug lord had been busy laughing with the blonde and running her pale fingers through her golden tresses. Vera was looking insanely pleased, and when she heard her latest pun she looked at her, blinked for a very slow moment, and then wheezed violently through her fresh tears, "You really showed them a thing or two, Rainbow Brite!”

The purple-haired idiot pouted as the vocal temptress flitted away from the safety of her arms, and turned her spiraling attention to the sidewalk. "What the hell?” gasped Vera-Jayne, appearing like she won an endless supply of jewels and crack.

There came an alarming few minutes of silence.

“With great power,” she replied as though she only just tapped into the most dormant magic, “comes great responsibility, Dela. I - No - We must use this power for good! We’re queens of the snake-weasel-elephant kingdom."

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