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"Ok, honey," you sigh resignedly. "I'll eat ice cream for you, but just this once, ok?"
"You're a real pal!" she manages to sputter out before breaking down in another flood of tears.
You cannot for the life of you understand what she's so upset over. Jack is an ugly pizza-faced butthead who works at Barney's of all places. Gina seems to have a thing for slumming it, but the whole Jack ordeal was just over-the-top.
Yuri pouts as he opens the door for you both. "Oh, so sad!" he exclaims as Gina trips sobbingly past him.
Back up in your apartment, you grab a couple of spoons and head for your bedroom. Gina nearly sits on the Re-Educator, but you whisk him away just in time. Oh Comrade, someday we shall meet again
Your bed is full of all things fluffy and pink and soon both of you have constructed your very own pillow-mountains that are just so comfy! Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all!
You can't conceal a gulp, however, when you see that Gina has bought two pints of ice cream, one for each of you. And not just any old ice cream, but Satan's Secret, which is the ultimate in deliciousness and death-by-calories. You feel more nervous taking this in your hands than you did taking E at one of Garrett's parties.
"Enjoy," is all Gina says as she rips hers open and starts gobbling with abandon.
You hesitantly take your spoon and dip it gingerly in the swirly pot of sin. The moment it hits your lips, you're hooked. Your taste buds explode with caramel and chocolate and bits of biscotti and sugar-capped bubbles and all things wonderful and forbidden and oh my god, this is so good! So fucking good! Yes! Yessss!!
"Hail Satan!" you squeal, beating Gina to the bottom of your pint.
For a few minutes, you both sit there, totally exhausted, collapsed against your pillows. Your tummy feels. just ugh.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Gina asks.
"Totally."
In a flash, you are both on your feet and sprinting towards the bathroom. There's only one toilet it the apartment, but that doesn't matter, because friends share. Gina puts her hair up with the tie-tie she keeps handy around her wrist for such occasions. You push your hair to one side.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
You check your first two fingers for any dirt and then crook them into that familiar C-shape. Gina grabs your other hand and gives it a reaffirming squeeze.
"On the count of three. One, two , three!"
Well, most of it is landing in the toilet. Red-faced and watery-eyed, you think to yourself how important friends are. Just good, skinny friends.
"You're a real pal!" she manages to sputter out before breaking down in another flood of tears.
You cannot for the life of you understand what she's so upset over. Jack is an ugly pizza-faced butthead who works at Barney's of all places. Gina seems to have a thing for slumming it, but the whole Jack ordeal was just over-the-top.
Yuri pouts as he opens the door for you both. "Oh, so sad!" he exclaims as Gina trips sobbingly past him.
Back up in your apartment, you grab a couple of spoons and head for your bedroom. Gina nearly sits on the Re-Educator, but you whisk him away just in time. Oh Comrade, someday we shall meet again
Your bed is full of all things fluffy and pink and soon both of you have constructed your very own pillow-mountains that are just so comfy! Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all!
You can't conceal a gulp, however, when you see that Gina has bought two pints of ice cream, one for each of you. And not just any old ice cream, but Satan's Secret, which is the ultimate in deliciousness and death-by-calories. You feel more nervous taking this in your hands than you did taking E at one of Garrett's parties.
"Enjoy," is all Gina says as she rips hers open and starts gobbling with abandon.
You hesitantly take your spoon and dip it gingerly in the swirly pot of sin. The moment it hits your lips, you're hooked. Your taste buds explode with caramel and chocolate and bits of biscotti and sugar-capped bubbles and all things wonderful and forbidden and oh my god, this is so good! So fucking good! Yes! Yessss!!
"Hail Satan!" you squeal, beating Gina to the bottom of your pint.
For a few minutes, you both sit there, totally exhausted, collapsed against your pillows. Your tummy feels. just ugh.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Gina asks.
"Totally."
In a flash, you are both on your feet and sprinting towards the bathroom. There's only one toilet it the apartment, but that doesn't matter, because friends share. Gina puts her hair up with the tie-tie she keeps handy around her wrist for such occasions. You push your hair to one side.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
You check your first two fingers for any dirt and then crook them into that familiar C-shape. Gina grabs your other hand and gives it a reaffirming squeeze.
"On the count of three. One, two , three!"
Well, most of it is landing in the toilet. Red-faced and watery-eyed, you think to yourself how important friends are. Just good, skinny friends.
