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Parfait and Ginny started a ritual of regularly hanging out a few nights a week and doing rather irresponsible things. Ginny was not particularly familiar with the loud pulsating music and flashing phosphorescent lights of Parfait's usual haunts. The weirdly undulating dancers at parties perspiring in wet chaos was also disarming but what she certainly was not familiar with was the copious amount of booze served at said parties... but this would soon change.
Parfait stopped at Ginny's house around 10 at night to freshen up and steal a shower... and her hair products and her bathroom and anything Parfait could hog, really. Ginny didn't mind, however, as she tried her damnest to find suitable clothes, but alas, she did not own anything that was on par with the kind of stuff Parfait wore. Whereas Parfait would wear very skimpy or revealing clothing -- Ginny's most revealing clothes were a mid-kneecap pair of shorts and a shirt that sort of showed off her collarbone.
"No, no!" Parfait had to tip-toe to pat Ginny's head with wry condescension. "You're doing it all wrong! You're not supposed to be like me!"
"I'm not?" Ginny could not help but tilt her head in confusion; her stagnant pigtails brushing up against her shoulders. "What do you mean?"
"I'm going to be the sexy one, right?" Parfait bumped her hip to the left with only her underwear on at the moment because she had recently finished hogging Ginny's shower. "And you're supposed to be the 'adowabull' one! "
"uh... doh-wah-bull?"
"You know!" Parfait scoffed as she blew her bangs away from her nose. "Adorable! Cute! Innocent! All of the things I totally can't be. That kind of charade will bring in twice as many boys! And we can totally choose which one we'll go home with. So just go with what you're wearing now!" she was referring to Ginny's striped green shirt and blue jeans.
"The boys aren't coming to my house, right?" Ginny said it a frantic whisper as she was basically preparing to, for the first time ever, sneak out of her house while her parents slept.
"Nuh uh!" Parfait reassured as she started to brush her hair; still half-naked. "Normally we either go to their place or, if they live far from here, they just get a hotel for the night."
"Well, golly gee--" Ginny caught herself; trying to put an end to her silly reactionary terms. "I mean... that sounds ...dope-fly. Would it be an adult?"
"Most likely, yeah."
"How old?" Ginny yawned instinctively.
"Does it matter?" Parfait gave Ginny an inquisitive glare; resting a hand on her own hip in a sort of 'coup de grâce' of logic.
"W-well... no..." Ginny had that interrogation feeling come back and she froze up once again. "I-I just sorta... wanted to know."
"He'll probably be over 20 or something," she clapped her hands together. "WHICH REMINDS ME!" she nearly yelled -- only to have Ginny silence her with many 'shhh!'s. "You said, before, that you had a boyfriend at some point!"
"Oh... not this again..." Ginny thought; wishing Parfait would just let her keep her past to herself.
"And you said you were too lovey or something!" Parfait threw the brush on the bed and started to slip her short-shorts on; completely disregarding how cold it was outside. It didn't matter -- they were going to hitch a ride with her jackalope friend, Midian, anyways. "So... why were you so totally pro with those twin guys in your pool?"
"P-pro?"
"Yeah!" Parfait gave Ginny a quick noogie which was rebutted with a spasm-y retaliation of flailing hands. "That guy was like 3 times your size and you took him no problem! Not including that fake-ass 'gritting-your-teeth' thing that you were doing."
"W-what do you mean 'fake'?" Ginny tried her hardest to sound convincing but failed in all prerequisites. "He had a really big... thingie." she yawned once again.
Parfait gave Ginny the biggest condescending smirk she had ever seen in her life. "Thingie?"
"I don't like saying the words for those things!" Ginny huffed; her hands balled into fists at her sides.
"Dick? Cock? Dickcock? Dr Who? Willie? Fanny-Buster? It's not that vulgar." Parfait slipped on her short top that revealed her bellybutton. "It's when you start using words like 'meat mammoth' and 'prodigious pole' is when it gets gross."
Ginny stifled a giggle at 'prodigious pole' but quickly regained her composure. "Either way!" she jumped back on topic. "Like I said before! I've never been with an adult... so that reaction was real!"
"I still don't know why you're being so sensitive about your past -- I mean, it's just--" Parfait was interrupted as Ginny let out a loud yawn. Parfait crossed her arms and snickered. "Is it passed your bedtime, sweetie?"
"N-no!" it totally was. "I just... yawn sometimes, that's all!"
"You sure you're not going to just pass out later on?"
"Of course not!" Ginny could feel the heat on her face build up.
"Because we're going to party and go to a guy's plaaaaace -- I wouldn't want you to miss it." Parfait bumped her shoulder playfully.
"I won't fall asleep! I promise!"