Characters aren't mine, I make no claim to them
"This sucks balls, Bo Bo." Kenzi flopped back on Bo's bed and sighed dramatically.
"Frankly, I don't know why you want to do it anyway." Bo pulled another black halter top from the metal rack crammed with similar items and held it against her chest, frowning into the mirror. "No offence, Kenz, but your grammar's terrible"
"Geez, thanks. Street kid here. Remember? Not that yours is any better – or is dating the doc making you ignore your own lack of high school diploma?" Kenzi took a long pull from the bottle in her left hand.
"Yeah, but I'm not the one trying to get a beta profile happening." Bo threw the top onto a growing pile on the foot of the bed. "Besides, there isn't going to be a date unless I can find something to wear."
Leather, Bobalicious, leather." Kenzi grabbed a black minidress of the aforementioned material from the floor beside the bed and threw it to her best friend.
Bo held the dress and her eyes narrowed at it in critique before glancing at Kenzi and stepping into it. The shorter brunette hauled herself up from the bed to stand behind the succubus, helping her with the zip.
"Besides, my spelling, tense work and word-usage are fricken awesome. They can go to someone else if they want to stop the grammar fascists from hating on them." She shrugged and sat back down. "Now I just have to think of five stupid stories and post them."
"I could tell you a few stories." Bo smirked.
Kenzi sighed and took another drink.