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Warning: Fluff and not my usual writing style.
She's not the least bit sober when she tells her sister that she fancies girls.
"Vic?" she slurs, as she takes another drink of Vodka. It burns her throat on the way down. "I think I need to tell you somethin."
It's her nineteenth and Victoire has taken her out for a night on the town.
"What is it, Domi?" Victoire asks, amused and completely sober, as she watches on. The club they're at is loud and flashy and there's a sickening smell mixture of sweat and alcohol in the air.
She blinks slowly, losing her trail of thought for a moment before remembering what she was about to say. "Ohhh, I was gonna tell you somethin, right?"
Victoire makes an amused sound as she picks up her club soda. "Yes, yes you were."
Dominique takes the last sip of her vodka, pleasantly sucking on a piece of ice before giving Victoire a big smile. "I fancy other girls."
Whatever Victoire was expecting her to say, it wasn't that. She chokes on her drink, spitting it out all over the first of her tight white shirt. Frantically, she dabs at it with a napkin. "What did you say?"
"I fancy girls," she singsongs, motioning for another round of vodka. "I'm a lesbian, Vicka."
Victoire, obviously struggling to say something before finally settling on, "Um. Okay. I wasn't expecting this."
Impatient for her next drink, Dominique grabs Victoire's club soda and take a sip, gagging at the taste. She pushes it back, trying to ignore the way the world tilts around her. Maybe she's drunk enough for tonight. "I felt like you should know this." Or that's what she thinks she might have said. At Victoire's confused look, she might have just said that in gibberish.
With a flourish, Victoire stands up, and walks over to her, latching a hand onto Dominique's arm and carefully helping her stand up. "Time to go, sis. I think you've drunk enough."
Dominique doesn't remember much of the trip to their flat besides the puking, but she winds up in Victoire's bed, exhausted and completely wasted.
Brushing a piece of Dominique's hair from her face, Victoire places a gentle kiss on her sister's forehead. "I doubt you'll remember this in the morning, but if you like blokes or girls or both, I'll support you. You'll still my sister and I love you, kay? We'll talk about it in the morning."
Dominique makes a sleepy sound before closing her eyes. The last thing she remembers is Victoire's hand clamped in hers.