get out and eat

You offer your hand to Pam, her strong arm looping over yours and Noir clutching girlishly to your back, her pierces nipples poking at your back. The clerk slides a pair of dark glasses over her eyes, which she gladly takes for reasons it takes you a moment to realize. Her sensitive eyes wouldn’t be able to take direct sunlight, and it’s barely the afternoon. A rumbling from Pam that isn’t quite a pur reminds you that it also means it’s probably past lunch time. How long have you been in here, anyway?

“Let’s get you girls home and fed, hm?” you offer.