Fuck everything

"You know what? I need fucking aspirin! Ah!" You let it out and Noemi crosses her arms and sighs: "Ok... right. I will go sit somewhere. You want to fuck or whatever, just come ask. Try to get yourself together. Please." She gives you a short but meaningful look and goes to who you assume are her friends. You've been a real dick tonight already. Fucked two random girls and pissed off Iris. Also made the host uncomfortable. Real prime, Mari!

You hold your head and walk over to the bar counter and look over the booze. There's a good selection, actually better than you even know. You take some rose wine and pour you a big glass and walk over to this room that looks like the smoking room off the side of the main party area. You take a long sip and sigh. It's true that you are a hardass, tough girl, but everyone has their "fuck everything" -limit. And yours was pretty full to begin with - Christmas makes you pissed off without fail, what a stupid fucking holiday.

You sip more wine and sit for a good while, gathering your thoughts and trying to get back in the mood. You decide to text your friends and as you are checking out their bullshit about family Christmas celebrations Penelope walks in the room and waves at you so you raise your head. "Hey, everything alright? What are you doing here all by yourself?" She asks concerned and sits down and you don't even feel that horny looking at her anymore. Somehow that whole show she pulled in her room made you look at her differently. Almost like she isn't actually a slut or something. "I don't know. Just low energy is all. I fucked tw-..." You remember what the latina girl said about not talking about it and blush. "Haha~ oh... I uhh... fucked one girl already, yeah... phew... what a.... workout?"

You cringe at yourself - it doesn't work when it's just one person you brag about. "Did you really? It's so early. You naughty girl. Haha!" She giggles and you feel just a little better. "Hmm... can I ask who? Or is that a secret? Did you clean up after yourself? I sure hope so!" She giggles again and somehow she feels both innocent and like the most mature person here at the same time.

"Well... I guess it ain't a secret or nothing. Noemi and me had a little fun in the dressing room. Kinda got sour after that thought... yeah, so not feeling best about all that." You take your wine glass again and drink the rest and put it down as Penny looks at you amused: "I honestly thought you wouldn't care. Well... I had the idea you are a... pardon, but a degenerate skank! Ms. BBC. Big black cock, right? Goodness..." She laughs her deep and melodic laugh and you feel a little silly talking to her about your problems and put your feet up on the glass table in the middle of the room:

"Hey! I'm still a degenerate skank! Don't mess with me! You'll end up spreadin' rumors!" You both laugh and she swipes a tear from her eye and sighs: "I was also thoughtful for a moment. About what you said. About this costume and all. I think... I shouldn't worry as much as I did. Right? I shouldn't worry."

You can only guess, but she must mean what you think she does so you raise your eyebrow and ask: "Err, you are afraid of... getting attention? Like... futa attention? Let me tell you... I am the worst bitch here! To me sexy and hot might just be slutty or weird to 90% of others. No offense. You knew that, right?" She laughs again and fixes her apron and grins: "Of course, of course! Ah. Yes, well. This is a secret you must not tell anyone, but I tried to dress in a way that was just a little bit sluttier than even Chelsie Darlington. Did I succeed, do you think?" She giggles and you blush. Penny seems weirdly cool. If not for anything else, her laugh cured your headache so you deserve to spend some time with her for just that.