ALICE Ch 381

Alice’s frame looks especially gaunt when she’s only wearing underwear, but painkillers take the edge off her insecurity.

“S’a nightmare down there,” Kylie says as she replaces the bandage on Alice’s back. “Loads of people down there. Cocked up for miles. There’s some business thing going on. You’d think Irina would know that they were already doing a thing on the front steps. That, or she wants it to be the biggest mess imaginable. It’s like there’s nowhere to park in this prefecture. You’re lucky I made it back with this.” She points at the garment bag hanging on the door.

“I’m lucky I met you.”

“Lucky you didn’t discover oxy earlier in life, you mean. How much did you take?”

“Half of one.”

Kylie frowns and grabs the bottle. “These are fives, Alice. That’s nothing.”

“I’m not trying to get high.”

“You’re off your rocker.”

“Nobody hit me today. So, I got that going for me. You smell good.”

“So do you. What is it?”

“Soap, I guess.”

“How does Faye keep her hands off you? All right.” Kylie pats the unburned part of Alice’s back. “Let’s get you dressed, and then we’ll fix your hair.”

“I’ll just wear a FUTA hat.”

“You can’t do that.”

“Can too.”

“Can’t.” Kylie unzips the garment bag.

“Oh, shit. Is that a—is that a samurai dress?”

“Alice, not everything in Japan is Samurai themed. It’s called a yukata, and it’ll look good on you. Better than most dresses. You can’t wear jeans because it’s fancy, so it’s this. We’re in Japan. Enjoy it.” She swats Alice’s bottom.

“Nothing looks good on me.”

“This will. You’ll be very elegant when I’m done with you. Like a princess.”

“Samurai princess.”

Kylie snorts. “Faye’s gonna cream herself.”

“It doesn’t take much with her. What are you wearing?”

“I love that you think I would be invited to this.”

“You should be. You should be, Kylie. You’re the prettiest. You’re the real MVP on this team.”

Kylie shakes the bottle. “You’re sure you just had half of one? I guess you do have no body fat, do you?”

“Some people get all the genes. Like Coach Riley.”

“I’d have said Adella,” Kylie murmurs. “You want to put on some deodorant?”

“Sounds like a lot of work.”

“And is this what we’re wearing for underwear now?”

“The crotch wants what the crotch wants. I am a massively hung woman. I need support.”

“Wouldn’t say massively,” Kylie says, uncapping Alice’s deodorant.

“Pretty massive,” Alice says confidently.

“My girlfriend’s bigger.”

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m going to have to lend you perfume, aren’t I?”

“I have body spray.”

Kylie sighs deeply as she applies deodorant under Alice’s arms. “I can’t believe I not only had sex with you, but remember it fondly.”

“Neither can I, honestly.”