Another quick non-conventional Middleman fic (there's only like fifteen fics here and already there's convention. Jeez). What can I say, I like messing around with clichés. Reviews make the world go 'round.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Middleman. That'd be pretty cool, though.
One on the Kinsey Scale
"I thought you were going out with Tyler tonight," Lacey said, as Wendy walked through the door to their illegal sublet.
"Yeah. He called me at work and said that he couldn't make it."
"Sucks."
Wendy shrugged. "Well, I have nothing to do tonight, assuming that my boss doesn't ping me."
"Cool. I also have nothing to do." Lacey sat down on the couch. "How about ice cream and movies?"
"Sounds excellent." Wendy got behind the clothes rack. She pulled her vest and tie off. She unbuttoned her blouse. Lacey glanced over her way.
"Hey, Dub-Dub?"
"Yeah?"
"Remember that one time in art college?"
"If I recall correctly," Wendy said, as she stepped out of her trousers, "there were several 'that one times'."
"You know which one I mean. After Kristi Turnbaum's party?"
"Oh. Oh." Was Lacey imagining things, or was Wendy blushing? "I try not to."
Lacey grinned. "Aw, it wasn't that bad, was it?"
"I actually don't remember all that much of it." Judging from Wendy's arm positions, she was undoing her bra. Lacey considered the fact that her roommate was now naked, but quickly dismissed the image from her mind.
"Really? You don't remember it? At all?"
"Jesus, Lace, it was one night. We were incredibly drunk. Why are we even discussing this?"
"I was just thinking, is all." Lacey hugged her knees as Wendy walked over, now clad only in an oversized tee-shirt. And possibly panties. "You weren't that drunk."
"Can we stop talking about this?" Wendy said, sitting down.
"Fine." The two women sat in silence for an uncomfortably long time. "I've already made this all awkward, haven't I?" Lacey said.
"No!" Wendy said, shaking her head. "We're fine. You pick the movie, and I'll get the ice cream."
As Wendy walked into the kitchen, Lacey started to think. All of the men in their life were jerks. Well, aside from Noser, but he was more like a spiritual advisor than a man. Tyler was always abandoning Wendy for work, Sexy Boss-man (Lacey really needed to find out his name one of these days) had rebuffed her for no apparent reason, and Pip was... Pip.
Not that she was a lesbian. Far from it. But there was such a thing as the Kinsey scale, after all, and she could be very happy as a one.
Perhaps Lacey didn't think it through enough. But when she went to the kitchen and kissed Wendy, she didn't seem to mind.