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[Tarot] Cabana Blues (Original)
Title: Cabana Blues
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Jackie Devine/Gloria Pearce
Rating: teen
Prompt: Lovers
Word Count: 407
Summary: Apparently I can write endless ficlets about Gloria being sad over breaking up with Jackie. Contains alcohol, cigarettes and self-pity.
Jackie had just been one of those things. It had started out as one of those things and a part of Gloria had always known it would end the same way as the others and be filed away in a long list of romances, eventually to be forgotten. (Though she could not imagine forgetting Jackie, the smooth muscles in her dancer's thighs, her quick flash grin, the way she'd looked at Gloria as if there was something in Gloria worthy of love.)
Jackie had just been one of those things. It had started out as one of those things and a part of Gloria had always known it would end the same way as the others and be filed away in a long list of romances, eventually to be forgotten. (Though she could not imagine forgetting Jackie, the smooth muscles in her dancer's thighs, her quick flash grin, the way she'd looked at Gloria as if there was something in Gloria worthy of love.)
This wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. She met a girl, fell madly in love, somehow persuaded her she was for real (and Gloria was never for real, not really--there was fakery that went down deeper than intention), and they plunged into something passionate and wonderful that would at some point crash like a derailed train going off a bridge. There would be casualties. This time, it was at least two.
The dawn was breaking. Gloria sat at a cabana smoking cigarettes and drinking her last sweet fuzzy knock-out cocktail to kill the taste of ash in her mouth as the morning dawned pale and blue and the cool of the night still lingered. The man she'd had buy him drinks had passed out, but hadn't closed the tab before he did. Now the cabana was dark, but no-one had come to kick them off the porch yet.
She'd have to reinvent herself again, find a new job, find a new purpose. It had been so easy to lose herself between Jackie's legs, and she ached for her now. But Jackie was half-way across the country, and all of Gloria's problems were still there. All she had left now was problems.
The last drop of orangey liquid slid down her throat and she thought, sleep, I need to wash up and sleep, and by afternoon I'll be sober, and I'll think of something.
She always thought of something.
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Jackie Devine/Gloria Pearce
Rating: teen
Prompt: Lovers
Word Count: 407
Summary: Apparently I can write endless ficlets about Gloria being sad over breaking up with Jackie. Contains alcohol, cigarettes and self-pity.
Jackie had just been one of those things. It had started out as one of those things and a part of Gloria had always known it would end the same way as the others and be filed away in a long list of romances, eventually to be forgotten. (Though she could not imagine forgetting Jackie, the smooth muscles in her dancer's thighs, her quick flash grin, the way she'd looked at Gloria as if there was something in Gloria worthy of love.)
Jackie had just been one of those things. It had started out as one of those things and a part of Gloria had always known it would end the same way as the others and be filed away in a long list of romances, eventually to be forgotten. (Though she could not imagine forgetting Jackie, the smooth muscles in her dancer's thighs, her quick flash grin, the way she'd looked at Gloria as if there was something in Gloria worthy of love.)
This wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last. She met a girl, fell madly in love, somehow persuaded her she was for real (and Gloria was never for real, not really--there was fakery that went down deeper than intention), and they plunged into something passionate and wonderful that would at some point crash like a derailed train going off a bridge. There would be casualties. This time, it was at least two.
The dawn was breaking. Gloria sat at a cabana smoking cigarettes and drinking her last sweet fuzzy knock-out cocktail to kill the taste of ash in her mouth as the morning dawned pale and blue and the cool of the night still lingered. The man she'd had buy him drinks had passed out, but hadn't closed the tab before he did. Now the cabana was dark, but no-one had come to kick them off the porch yet.
She'd have to reinvent herself again, find a new job, find a new purpose. It had been so easy to lose herself between Jackie's legs, and she ached for her now. But Jackie was half-way across the country, and all of Gloria's problems were still there. All she had left now was problems.
The last drop of orangey liquid slid down her throat and she thought, sleep, I need to wash up and sleep, and by afternoon I'll be sober, and I'll think of something.
She always thought of something.