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 LIP GLOSS SMILE, ft. Charles
May 26 2017, 08:37 PM
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lauren s. ng
Alice [she/they] • 287 posts


T
he thrum of music. The perspiration in the air. The sticky crackle of the floor begging Lauren's shoes to stay for a moment longer. She could taste the promise in the air: tonight was going to be a good night.

It'd been a while since Lauren had last gone clubbing, and while Lauren was every bit as youthful as everyone else in Transit that night, she felt out of place. Having a baby aged a person, even if it wasn't physically. Mentally, Lauren felt more mature. She had ever intention of letting her hair down for the night, but it was taking her a while to loosen up.

Lauren'd asked Charles out under the belief that he might understand her uncertainty. He was a new parent, too - newer than her, even. They both deserved to get out and be completely selfish for a handful of hours. They could worry about their families at home time.

In a black, slippery-looking playsuit that made her legs look as though they went on for miles, Lauren looked the part. She felt the part, too, at least eighty percent of the time. There was still that twenty percent of doubt though. Did she look tired? Could people tell that she'd had a baby two years ago? Was her make-up smudging? Instead of letting herself grow too internalised, Lauren draped her arms over Charles' shoulders. She let his solidity remind her that her life was happening right now, not tomorrow morning, when she was battling a hangover.

While Lauren was starting to smell a little... warm, her friend smelled of roughly twenty cans of deodorant. It wasn't an unpleasant smell by any means, but it was amusing. Plus, now Lauren had a couple of drinks in her system, she didn't mind sharing her thoughts with him. "You smell like a fourteen year old boy," she yelled over the thud of the music, "or a teenage boy who just turned legal!"

@charles j. elliott
Jun 1 2017, 01:40 AM
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charles j. elliott
leesha [idc ] • 41 posts


no matter what

It was strange how different company could change one's entire behaviour. Charles loved the chance to get out with Lauren, liked to have a fellow parent at his ready that just wanted to have fun sometimes. He loved his son, he thought about his son constantly when he was away from him, but he was only 25. She was even younger than he was- she deserved to get out and act as such.

But it meant taking certain precautions. It was easy enough not to crank up the pheromones, but it wasn't as if he could stop himself from sweating. It was just a given that if you were to place yourself among other sweaty bodies, you were going to sweat too. He could not handle to sweat tonight. There was a very high chance Lauren wouldn't act on it, but even the mere thought could change things. She was his honorary Mom Friend and he refused to let his weird sweat thing fuck that up.

While Lauren was worried about how other people may see her, Charles simply worried that his five million layers of deodorant somehow weren't working. But the drinks they'd had, along with the gut feeling that she needed him to be relaxed for her, kept him grounded and settled enough to have fun. He was out with a friend and he didn't need to make things worse by stress sweating. Plus, no matter how long he had been playing both 'mommy and daddy', he knew it was different being a mother. It was different being a woman.

Charles laughed, both pleased and horrified that she'd called him out on it. "I sweat really bad," he shouted back, "I didn't want to ruin your night out." Which wasn't untrue. He didn't want to make her think any differently of him, but it was hard to express his full concerns in a way that wasn't offensive. It wasn't like he thought she'd smell him and turn in to a sex crazed monster, but the fact of the matter was sweating turned him in to a walking aphrodisiac.

Jun 16 2017, 08:51 PM
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Alice [she/they] • 287 posts


L
auren grinned, the cat who'd got the cream, when she got a laugh out of Charles. She wanted him to have a good night out as well, but his worry had been blatant, even to her tipsy self. "Don't worry about it," she called. This was one of the things that she hated about clubs: how hard it was to have a conversation. Shouting felt unnatural to Lauren, and she wasn't that good at lipreading, either. Thankfully, she'd caught most of what Charles had said. "I'm pretty sure everyone in here is sweating really bad right now."

It would have been easy to crack a joke about Charles' sweat problems, but Lauren didn't know whether it was something he was self-conscious about. So, instead, she grabbed his hands and swung their arms out wide. "People should dance like kids more often," she decided. She wanted to give Charles a twirl, but for all she knew, he was way less into this childishness than she was. "I'd be way less intimidated if like, some dude came over, wanting to do the hokey-cokey."

And didn't that sound questionable?

Lauren laughed in a way that was only short of a knee slap and did her own little spin. She was being sillier than the alcohol in her system could have vouched for, but it was nice to be able to let loose for a while. Lauren was so used to having to be the sensible parent, along with Prosper. Now she wasn't even expected to be a parent.

"Anyway, you smell really good. It's kind of intense, but I'm digging it anyway." The trail of men's deodorant that Charles was leaving in his wake was, at least, better than the fusty armpits of the man behind them. And her own armpits, if she was honest.

@charles j. elliott

Jun 22 2017, 12:26 AM
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charles j. elliott
leesha [idc ] • 41 posts


no matter what

It wasn't possible to explain his worries without sounding disgusting, so he chose to just believe her when she told him not to worry about it. Worrying about it wouldn't really help anyway. It would just turn healthy sweat in to anxiety sweat, and then they really would have a fucking problem. He couldn't worry, though, when he had someone trying to hard to just have a good time. Him being cautious all night would be worse than being sweaty. Probably.

"Oh is that what you want?" He was used to holding conversations in clubs, if he was being completely honest. He'd have no voice once they left, but they'd never go without drinks, wouldn't have to worry about having space where they were dancing. Like goofs. That was totally fine. He laughed when she laughed, and he applauded her twirl before dramatically doing one of his own. He wasn't trying to pick anyone up tonight, he'd happily make an ass of himself.

"Dig away," he laughed, motioning to twirl her again. He still had no clue if it was only his five million deodorants that she was picking up on, or if the sweat had broken through. What could he do about it? Nothing. She wanted to dance like kids, they'd dance like kids. They'd bounce around and spin and flail until she'd had enough (or he passed out, he had weak lungs from smoking). For now he had the energy and oxygen to hold her hands and pump their arms around, smiling and laughing and feeding off of her energy, It was a million times easier to relax and have fun this way, just shoving the worry away with every dumb move he made.

Jun 23 2017, 09:21 PM
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lauren s. ng
Alice [she/they] • 287 posts


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auren's life was one long, lazy smile. Even during times of worry and stress, she didn't let herself get worked up. Instead, she made to-do lists. She hugged her friends. She had a good cry, if the situation called for it. Lauren was blessed with good mental health, which was something she tried not to take for granted. Still, sometimes, she could sound a little naïve when she told her friends to stop worrying - as if it was that simple.

Lauren's teeth flashed in the dark as she grinned crookedly. "To do the hokey-cokey? Hells yeah." The hokey-cokey had been the highlight of any and all the birthday parties that Lauren'd been to as a kid. There'd been the rush of satisfaction when she pulled back a little too hard and almost let go of her friends' hands on the 'out's, and the pure silliness of huddling up as tight as she could with everyone else on the 'in's.

Charles wasn't turning his nose up at her antics, which cheered Lauren to no end. She clapped her hands together, applauding her friend's impressive twirl. "He's beauty, he's grace!" Lauren whooped. If anyone was staring at their antics, she didn't notice.

Her hair fanned out as she twirled again, as per Charles' request. "You're the best dancing partner," Lauren called. Before Bella, she hadn't appreciated all the time and freedom that she'd had. She'd danced like everyone else danced, because it never once occurred to her that one day she might not have the time to try something else.

@charles j. elliott

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