A Conversation on a Rooftop

Claire joined Denise on the roof, solo cup in hand (which was tough in high heels). Denise gave her a short glance and peered at the night sky, but Claire caught the lines of mascara dripping down her face. Even looking like an emotional mess, Denise looked beautiful. "Took you long enough to find me," she muttered.

Claire chuckled to her self, "I guess that's my thing... like... being late to stuff." She was several drinks in and words didn't spring out of whole cloth to suit her, but she hoped she could make Denise laugh. There was a pregnant pause and Claire filled it in, "It seems like you didn't want to be found though..." She sat down next to her.

Denise put down her cup, which spilled the last of its contents down the slope of the rooftop. She just shrugged and slumped against Claire who welcomed her embrace. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. Dillon's a dick and I don't want to talk about dicks... just fuck 'em." Claire downed her shitty mixed drink and chucked it as well so she could wrap both her arms around her best friend.

"You know Dillon and I never..." Claire whispered into her ear.

"I know..." Denise whispered back. "Just... if it wasn't you it'd be someone else. But that fucker had to try and get in your pants of all people."

"Fucked up, right!?" That got a chuckle out of her. "How are you gonna break it off?"

She perked up, "By going out in flames. How else? You know. I want to fuck tonight and not just in a sexual way." She smiled a vicious smile. " He doesn't know I know, right?"

"Right-o."

"Good. We just need to find the right time to strike. Play cool and promise me we are going to have fun tonight."

Claire grinned from ear to ear, "Denise, I'm always cool and I promise we are going to have a fuck ton of fun tonight."