ALICE Ch 279

Lora grabs Kylie’s arm. “That’s not safe at all. We should leave.”

Glass shatters and Kylie flinches. Lora’s right. Wading into the middle of that might not be exactly prudent.

Kylie takes Lora’s hand. “Come on, then.” She tugs her along, avoiding the chaos. They can get to the door if they’re quick. The bill will have to wait.

A figure in black reels backward into Lora, who panics and tries to push her away. The woman in the Mercedes jumpsuit whirls and swings wildly. She’s drunk, and the blow barely even glances, but Lora is still hit. Shocked, she tumbles to the floor.

“Oi! Cunt!” Kylie grabs the woman by the collar and punches her in the nose.

The woman blinks a few times. She’s actually quite solidly built.

Kylie swallows. “Oh dear.” She lets go and raises her hands, glancing at Lora on the floor. “All right, mate. Sorry. I didn’t mean that. Bugger me!” she cries as the woman seizes her.

“Hey!”

Kylie is suddenly free and she sees red. The black and gold of the Ferrari emblem look glorious in the bar’s terrible lighting. A woman in a red Ferrari jumpsuit stands between Kylie and the woman in black.

Another woman in red is helping Lora up.

The doors burst open, and some F1 officials arrive, going straight for Mio and the others who started it.

“Bloody hell,” Kylie mutters, watching the chaos. “You all right?” she asks Lora, who nods. Lora’s hand is gripping the red sleeve of the woman who helped her.

Kylie realizes she’s clutching the arm of the one who helped her as well. “Oh. Right. Sorry. Thank you.” She looks up at her rescuer: a tall, dusky woman with dark eyes and hair that’s even curlier and wilder than Faye Darcy’s.

“My pleasure,” she says with a husky Italian accent. “Miss?”

“Kylie,” Kylie says stupidly.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.”

“You look like you need a drink. You both do,” the Italian adds with a glance at Lora.

Kylie’s never agreed to anything so quickly in her life, and Lora’s too shaken to be a wet blanket.

The two Ferrari ladies are promoters. Their jumpsuits are bright and perfect, not worn and stained like those of a pit crew. The tall, dark-haired one who rescued Kylie is named Aria. Her friend is Bianca, a blonde who wears her hair in a ponytail and glasses with chunky tortoiseshell frames.

“Wouldn’t want to be Glynda tonight,” Kylie remarks after things have settled down. She and Lora sit with the Italians in a booth.

“Wouldn’t ever want to be Glynda,” Lora agrees.

Bianca stirs her cocktail with a straw, gazing across the table at Lora. “Why did they fight?”

“On Insta they’re saying that Kmag said something rude,” Kylie says.

“If Mio Mido talks like she drives, maybe she started it,” Aria suggests with a shrug.

Lora shakes her head. “Kill me.”

[ FF1 is back for this week at least but we might need some AR next week. Also new blog. And also comment or DM with some of your favorite yuri ships from any media. I might need to write one soon. ]