Page 7 of Liquid Courage
“Yeah. It’s freezing.” Vivian kicked off her shoes and tossed her purse onto the kitchen counter.
“So?” Phyllis stood a few feet away, face eager for the deets her sister was sure to spill. “How did it go with your hot internet date?”
Vivian tried to not look like a kicked dog with her tail tucked between her legs, but it was of no use. She was as pathetic now as she was when she left, only now she broadcasted it on every inch of her pale countenance.
“Oh.” Phyllis lost her smile. “Never mind, then. Hey, there’s some popcorn on the counter and beer in the fridge if you need it.”
Yes. Need. Not want.Need.Because clearly Vivian’s evening was shitty enough to warrant a visit to Popcorn Town and Beertopia. Preferably in her room, where she could be alone with her toxic thoughts.
That’s exactly what she did. She grabbed the half-eaten bag of popcorn, a cold beer from the fridge, and the latest issues of magazines delivered earlier that day. Then she went into her room where she curled up in bed and tried not to cry.
What kind of fool had she been, thinking she could go out with a woman and be wanted?Eat more popcorn. Drink more beer. Calories for days.Vivian was half tempted to seek out validation from her sister, who was more than happy to tell her how cute and healthy she looked, but she also knew that it was empty. She had sought out validation from Shari. Or at least common courtesy: not a re-affirmation that she was everything she already knew she was.
Ironically, Vivian didn’t think about Kat again until she finally drifted off to sleep, warm in her bed and filled with more alcohol. And when she did think about Kat, it wasn’t about what she said, how she felt, or how well she kissed. It was that glint in her eyes when she sank down to her knees, intent on sticking her tongue all over Vivian’s thighs and deep into her pussy.
If only Vivian had been ready forthatkind of validation that night. If only she hadn’t been too chicken-shit to accept it for the first time in way too long.
