SS Halloween Special Ch 3

Ying is a good hugger, and Elsa takes advantage of it. She buries her face in Ying’s neck and whimpers pitifully. “Can you marry me and take me away to China so I can have healthcare and not have to deal with people?”

Ying pats her back. “There are people in China.”

“You know what I mean,” Elsa moans.

“China does not recognize same-sex marriages.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Elsa whines.

Ying smiles. “And I have a girlfriend.”

“I know. I know.”

Ying pulls free and sits on the edge of Elsa’s bed, patting the spot beside her. Elsa sits, her costume pinching brutally.

“I’m gonna bust out of this thing,” Elsa says morosely. “Were you down there?”

“Downstairs?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes. Everyone is here. More people than I expected,” Ying adds. “It will be fun.”

“Did you see Riley?”

“The soccer player? No. I would think that she is at the CGH party,” Ying says thoughtfully, tapping her chin.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“You know her sister?”

Ying frowns. “Does she work at the diner?”

“She’s the daytime waitress. Her name’s Kayla.” Elsa gives Ying a grumpy look. This is not Elsa’s fault; Ying is inviting this unburdening. “I spilled coffee the other day. Like two weeks ago. Broke the mug. And she ran over and she was all concerned and sweet and stuff.”

Ying watches Elsa, face carefully neutral.

“She was really sweet. And she’s really pretty.” She also has the biggest boobs in Gurlberg and goes through boytoys like Elsa goes through eyeliner.

“She does not have a reputation for sweetness,” Ying says diplomatically.

“I know! But I decided in my head that her party girl thing is fake and her sweet waitress thing is real. She’s my angel now.” Elsa gestures frustratedly at her head. “And I have been thinking about that nonstop this whole time, and I know it’s a fantasy, and I go with it, and I think about her hot lawyer mom and what she would think of someone like me.”

Ying puts her hand on Elsa’s thigh and squeezes, which stops the babble for a moment. “Elsa, Kayla Jameson is straight.”

“I know!” Elsa wails. “What part of fantasy do you not understand?”

“OK. OK.”

Elsa looks at her suspiciously. “You’re thinking this is a bad time for me to have an existential crisis and melt down about my life decisions and my shitty family.”

“It’s always a good time for that,” Ying says, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Especially on Halloween.”

Elsa sniffles. “Why are you so nice?”

“I have healthcare. Did you do those?” Ying nods toward the sketches pinned up over the desk, one of which is of a suspiciously busty redhead.

Elsa nods miserably.

“I think they’re good,” Ying says.

“AI can do better. What is even the point of me?”

Ying sighs and puts her arm around her. It’s going to be a long night.