”cause when we walk in the room, they stop and stare. barbie and ken, they don't compare to us.”

and that’s basically how it was with you and vi. whenever she walked into the last drop alone, all the tipsy regulars would pat her on the back and ask, “where’s the missus, eh?”

or when you’re on a long shift at babette’s and one of the girls asks why vi hasn’t been in to see you yet. you were like.. the it couple of zaun. a weird title, but you two enjoyed it.

everyone wants what you two have, the snarky, beautiful femme dancer who gets what she wants by just asking her girlfriend, the strong, shorter butch who would kill someone for looking at her weird.

a little bit cliche, but you two enjoyed it. you had.. the magic.

you were pretty tired after a long shift at babette’s, but it was always fun seeing the girls and having a good time. however, vi had convinced you to go back to the last drop and just have one drink with her.

the two of you walked into the bar, vi’s muscular arm latched onto your waist as you both greeted people with smiles, walking through the entrance.

you claimed a table next to the pool table where a bunch of older men were playing; but not the creepy type. the typical bar men, who’d pay for a drink or walk you home if you needed it.

you and vi were regulars here, considering you used to work there and vi’s adoptive father owned it. so basically, everybody knew you.

“right, what’d you wanna drink?” vi asked softly; her hands on your hips as she spoke. “some rich guy with a huge car problem came in today, we’ll be loaded for like a week.” she grinned