Female/Female

Fleur hugged her knees, eyes languishing on the various needles and gauges set in the gray metal walls, and gave another long, heartfelt sigh. Fully twelve atmospheres remaining, by what she could tell. Or, by a more relevant metric, a half-dozen more hours steeping in ennui inside the tiny decompression chamber. She should be grateful, she knew. Relish a bit of boredom after the mishap earlier that day, from which only quick reactions and some impressive new technology had saved her. But that was the sort of thing that happened five hundred feet beneath the surface.

It had been an agonising wait for both of them, but now the time was at hand. They'd been eagerly following news of Michael Gibbs' latest creation, the three course meal gum as seen in the movie 'Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory' (There was also a book, but who gives two shits about books?) and now the confection had finally been released to the braying masses.

It was a typical girls night out, and it was my misfortune to be the designated driver. I dutifully herded my increasingly blotto girlfriends from club to club, and as the night wore on I eventually ended up dropping them off at their various homes. Soon I was left with only Trina to safely escort home, and then I could call it a night.

Trina was the oddball of the group. She seemed to live in her own little magical world of unicorns and glitter. A sweet girl, just operating on some weird wavelength nobody could quite figure.

"I have had it with her!"

When Helia screams like that, it means that she had a run in with Arlene. I came out of the kitchen just in time to see Helia's favorite lycra top give up the ghost, and explosively release her well over 68GG bustline. I had to duck to keep from getting hit in the eye by the elastic shrapnel.

"Oh wow," I said finally, "What happened?"