ALICE Ch 85

Alice takes a deep breath, then goes straight to Erica.

Erica’s acting cool, but Alice is too tired for all that.

“Nice drive,” Erica says.

“Thanks,” Alice replies, turning to scan the room. Faye’s already gone.

“I have something that will interest you,” Erica says with an almost playful look over her glass.

“You have plenty that interests me,” Alice tells her frankly. “And I’m going to tell you all about it in Baku.”

Erica looks momentarily puzzled. “In Baku,” she says.

“Yeah. I need to go check on Faye.”

“Check on her?”

“She’s my teammate, isn’t she?” Alice spreads her hands as she backs away. “I kind of have to.” She glances at Glynda, who is speaking to some important-looking men. Alice smiles and shrugs at Erica, whose expression is unreadable.

Alice leaves her there and goes to the bar for a whiskey. She may have to go make sure that Faye’s OK, but she doesn’t have to do it sober. She tosses the drink back, grimaces through the burn, and slips out.

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Faye’s room is on a whole different floor this time around. Alice yawns as she shuffles to the door, having stopped in the bar downstairs for one more chaser. She is celebrating her first podium, after all. She pulls her FUTA cap off and fans her face with it, then knocks, a little hesitantly. It’s only after she’s knocked that she worries that she might not be helping if Faye’s in the middle of her… stuff right now. And it’s getting late.

But Faye answers quickly, wearing a big tee with some kind of logo on it. It’s not the FUTA logo, that’s for sure.

“Alice,” she says, looking up. Way up. The height difference between them is really obvious when they’re face to face like this.

Alice can’t help herself. She looks straight over Faye’s slightly rumpled head at her bed. It’s covered in colorful things, but they are not sex toys.

Relieved, Alice smiles down at her. Faye has obviously just showered; she smells incredible. And she’s not wearing a bra under that tee. She’s not exactly stout, she just looks that way because she has short legs and wide hips. Alice has seen Faye in compromising positions, but never really paid attention before. It’s Erica’s fault. Coming so close to… it’s best not to think about it. That’ll be a problem for Baku.

Alice leans against the doorframe, wondering what kind of room she’ll have in Baku. She wants to picture the bed so she can picture Erica naked on it. And Kylie. Erica and Kylie. Rolling around. Kissing.

“Alice?”

“Yeah,” Alice replies, clearing her throat. “Sorry. Look, today was a lot. I just wanted to make sure that you were OK.”

Faye stares up at her with moist eyes.

“Really?” she asks, her voice breaking a little.