Hello all! Another installment cometh! I hope you enjoy Pearl, Garnet and Amethyst being gay for an entire chapter.
As a general rule, Pearl hated nightclubs.
Maybe some individuals found enjoyment in expensive drinks, obnoxiously loud techno and straights everywhere, but not her.
The fact that Garnet and Amethyst had managed to drag her to the only one in town irked her something awful, and she was trying not to let it sour their evening. After all, their hearts were in the right place, they were there for her benefit. Despite the fact that she didn't actually want this. On a school night, no less!
Amethyst was dirty-dancing right in the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by admiring girls, seemingly ignorant of the way the sticky floor hindered the movement of her combat boots. The strap of her tank fell off of her shoulder, and Pearl itched to pull it up again. Instead, she looked away and took another sip of her strawberry daiquiri. Garnet nudged her gently.
"Why don't you dance? You might enjoy yourself more."
"I am enjoying myself!" Pearl insisted, worried that Garnet thought she was being ungrateful. She had paid for their round, after all, with a handful of bills that her mum Ruby had tucked into her hand with a wink and an "Enjoy yourselves, girls!". Sapphire had slapped Ruby's muscled forearm with a scandalised giggle and told her to behave, while Ruby just waggled her eyebrows at her wife. Pearl had watched their flirty exchange with a knotted sort of sadness in her chest.
"You're not, Pearl, I can tell. Look, we don't have to stay, I can text my mama to come pick us up, and stay over mine-"
"No, I need this, you were right." Pearl was adamant on having at least some kind of fun, and with a swig of her drink, went over to the dancefloor.
Garnet sighed quietly. Determined Pearl was a cute Pearl, but she worried her best friend would overdo it with the attempt at having fun that wasn't exactly Pearl-friendly. She watched her go, hoping Pearl wouldn't get knocked over by the rowdy crowd of people grinding on the dancefloor.
Pearl was having second thoughts.
After the third drunkard had tipped his drink over her shoes (her nice patent leather brogues, too), she was about ready to yank Amethyst away from the group of girls watching her dance in awe and ask Garnet politely to ring her one of her mums, when Pearl saw her.
She had pink hair, which caught Pearl's eye first, but as she looked properly more stunning details filled in. She had a lip ring, silver and gleaming under the cheap lights, dark eyes and multiple piercings running up her earlobes. She looked beautifully dangerous, and dangerously beautiful.
Pearl was smitten.
Something in her made her walk over to the mystery woman, and stick out her hand in greeting. She was sure she'd kick herself for doing this in a goddamn nightclub, of all places, but in that moment, Pearl kind of wanted to introduce herself properly. Miraculously, the woman, after looking her up and down, took her hand in a firm grip and gave it a confident shake. A half-smile made it's way across her face.
Her hand's really warm, Pearl thought deliriously.
"Do you wanna dance?" Mystery Woman shouted over the music, slowly pulling Pearl closer by the hand. Pearl nodded, feeling the hot blush all over her face.
"Yes, please!" She shouted back, nodding furiously again, then wincing at her words. 'Yes, please'? Really, Pearl?
Mystery Woman just laughed, and pulled her in closer.
"You're a polite cutie, aren't you? I like a girl with manners." Pearl felt her entire body warm up suddenly at her comment.
They began to dance, Pearl a little awkward and trying not to defer to ballet moves, and Mystery Woman all hips and hair-ruffling. Even the way she pushed her hair back was sexy, and Pearl felt herself sweat. She knew it was nothing to do with the amount of people in here, which surely wasn't sanitary-
Pearl's inner monologue was cut off abruptly by Mystery Woman spinning her smoothly and placing her hands on her narrow hips. They were so close now, Pearl noticed, her face afire. She could smell Mystery Woman's sweat and musky cologne, feel the length of her curvy body along her own skinny frame.
Pearl mentally thanked the Lord for Garnet and Amethyst.
"Yeah, P! Get it, P-uuuuuuuurl!" Amethyst hollered across the dance floor, feeling inordinately proud of her best friend. Pearl wasn't known for going to clubs and gettin' it down, so to see her go, and actually enjoy herself? Miraculous.
Garnet just smiled tightly, and under her shades her brows furrowed. She wasn't entirely sure that meeting strangers in a club was the best way forward for Pearl, who was more of a coffee and bookshops kind of gal. But at least she was having fun, and making friends.
The girl Pearl was dancing with suddenly flipped her around, Pearl's back to her front, and began to grind. Both Amethyst and Garnet were surprised when Pearl smiled slowly and began to run a pale hand down Mystery Girl's throat, before making a fist in her hair. Their heads inclined together, looking more intimate than ever.
Garnet turned away at that point, and took a steadying swallow of her drink. She had to get a handle on herself.
A tap on the shoulder made her turn around, and she saw Amethyst looking panicked.
"Pearl's gone!" she mouthed, the music drowning out her voice. Instantly, Garnet's head snapped upwards to scan the dance floor. Sure enough, Pearl's strawberry-blonde head was nowhere to be seen. Mystery Girl had disappeared too. Garnet clenched her fists tightly.
"Come on, let's find her." Amethyst trailed behind, looking everywhere, even in the toilets stalls that were clearly occupied with more than one individual. Amethyst wondered briefly if Pearl was in one of those stalls with Mystery Girl, before realising that there was no way in Hell Pearl would stumble into a bathroom with someone at a club, no matter how hot they were.
Garnet looked worried, constantly adjusting her shades, and Amethyst noticed that her best friend was more concerned than she was letting on. Amethyst knew how Garnet felt about Pearl. And she knew Garnet would never ever tell Pearl how she felt.
Amethyst felt her battered Samsung buzz in her bra, and fished it out of her left cup. Garnet also pulled out her phone, and silently they both read the text they had both received.
Pierogi: [10:56] Sheena (the girl I was dancing with) has invited me to her place for the night. I'm safe, I promise. I'll see you two tomorrow at school xx
Amethyst looked up at Garnet and saw her jaw clench. She put a hand on her taller girl's arm.
"I'll text back for the both of us," she said, "we can talk to her tomorrow." Garnet just nodded and texted her mama to come get them, who answered almost instantly. Amethyst typed out a reply to Pearl.
Me: [10:58] Sure thang P, c ya tomoz! We want all the deets! xx
"So, this is my place. Make yourself at home." Sheena tossed her leather jacket on the arm of the couch, before sitting down and pulling off her Doc Martens. Pearl hovered a little uncomfortably, wringing her hands together. She had already removed her shoes at the door, following years of instinctive politeness.
Sheena looked up at this cute, timid girl that she'd picked up at a club purely by chance. She seemed nervous as Hell.
"We don't have to do anything, you know. You can have the bed, I'll sleep on the couch." At that, Pearl reacted.
"Oh, no, I couldn't possibly deny you your own bed!" Sheena chuckled at Pearl's proper speech. She sure was cute, this girl.
"I think you'll find you're my guest, cutie, so I can't let you sleep on my ratty old couch. I'm a gentlewoman." Pearl blushed, and walked over to Sheena, who watched her curiously. With a newfound confidence, Pearl carefully sat on Sheena's lap, cupping her face gently. Sheena let her hands move naturally to Pearl's waist to steady her, and smiled a come-hither smile. Pearl bit her lip.
"If you insist," Pearl said, voice low, "I'm a polite guest." Slowly, painfully slowly, she brought her face closer and closer to Sheena's, until their lips were brushing.
"It's not polite to tease, you know." Sheena said breathlessly. Pearl smiled.
"I'm terribly sorry," she breathed, "I'll make it up to you." With that, she let their lips meet.
Thank you for being so patient, folks!