My phone rang early in morning, signaling to me that I had a phone call. "Golden Jubilee, you've got a phone call from "The Fly Bitch Amethyst"." I sighed because she's so hot but Godless was still in bed, so I did the gentlemanly thing and moved to the bathroom to take the call.

"Sup, hoe?" I breathed into the receiver all haughty-like, because I'm hot when I do everything, even the old reverse booty call.
"Oh my, I'm pretty darn nervous, sir," she hooted, her cute nerd voice wavering in a way that was just great.
I shook my head, and heard her gasp, but I pressed my fingertips to the phone and shushed her worries in one mighty swoop. "No, no, I'm not mad, sweetie. It's just that you're too fucking cute for words."

She blushed.

"Now what is it you wanted to say?" I preened.

"Well, uh, b-abe," she blushed "There's an owl city Concert at the Den, and I was hoping you'd go."

"Uh-huh." I extrapolated.

"With me." She sauteed.

Now it would be my turn to blush, if I was a pussy. Instead I just said "Rad, Amethyst."and hung that shit up. A few minutes later I had my purple sequin coat over my alpha's shoulders and was out my door before Amethyst even knew what hit her. Or Godless. Except she knew what had hit her. Golden Jubilee, that's what.

My hot rod pulled up to the Den, where sweet tunes were already drifting out, words about life and love and alligators filling my ears and heart with feelings like hope, something I had no need for because I already had everything I wanted but was pretty fucking rad all the same.

In front of the Den was Amethyst, who like a good woman waited for me before going in. Her pale skin and her beautiful long nose was perfectly accented by her scarlet red dress that tapered off into phoenix feathers, which I assumed she'd skinned from the actual phoenix that I had presented to her for Christmas.

We looped arms without a word, and wordlessly danced a perfectly geometric fusion dance right there in the den.

"I love you." Pearl Jubilee said to me

"I love us, too." I said.

Then Amethyst and I went to the ladies room, class act that I am, and made out passionately with the comforting rifts of Fireflies making the moment into an endless, romantic stare. It was amazing, wonderful, beautiful, precise, and smashing.

-End