So there's some suggestive shit in this one. Enjoy
Maxine jotted down a few notes from her History book and half listened as her friend rambled about some big plan for her birthday the next day. A sleeping little blue jay in her lap was lightly snoring.
"...then at midnight we can sneak out and go bar hopping," Amy finished, "Start your birthday off right, you know?"
"Mh hm," the yeti said absentmindedly as she wrote down some more notes, "That's great, Amy."
"Are you even listening?" the human huffed, "I'm trying to tell you the plan for tonight!"
"I heard what you said," she said closing her book and looking at her friend, "But there are a few problems with that plan."
"What problems?" Amy asked, "The plan is foolproof."
Maxine picked Malachi up out of lap and carried him to his bed. Amy followed closely behind.
"Everyone knows who we are," she whispered, laying the blue jay in his bed, "The second they see me they'll call Daddy. We'll be screwed."
They quietly exited the room, tip-toeing softly as to not wake him up.
"But that's the best part," Amy continued their conversation once they entered the living room, "Angela kept some of Dad's old clothes after he moved out. We can dress up like guys and no one will ever know it's us!"
"If I was to go along with this silly idea," Maxine said, "What do we do about our hair?"
"I know a guy that can give us a couple of wigs for five bucks a piece," the human replied, :We can pick them up on the way back to your place when Mrs. Erelyn gets back."
"Where are you finding these people?" she asked, "We've been friends for years, and I've never met any of them."
"I dunno," Amy said, laying back on the sofa as they waited for Malachi's mom to return.
Maxine looked at herself in the mirror. She looked ridiculous. The clothes that Amy had snuck from her mom's house were horrendous and the brown wig just made her look silly. It did its job, though, and she did look like a completely different person.
"Are you ready yet?" she asked her friend, "We need to hurry so we can actually do stuff. I think we should come home around two to be sure we are home before Daddy wakes up."
"I wouldn't worry about that," replied Amy, emerging from the bathroom in an equally ridiculous get up.
"What did you do?" the yeti accused.
"You know that stuff your dad makes you take whenever you can't sleep?" she said straightening her short black wig in the mirror, "Well I put some in his food earlier before I handed it to him."
"You're not serious," Maxine looked at her friend unbelievably, "You drugged him?"
"I wouldn't say drug," Amy shrugged, "I'd say that I helped him get to sleep."
"That's dangerous!" the yeti practically yelled, "What if he was allergic, or you gave him too much?"
"Calm down," she muttered, "Jeez, you sound just like your dad."
"I am nothing like him," Maxine said indignantly.
"Well then let's go," the human said, heading out of the bedroom door toward the front door, "I'll buy your drinks to make it up to you."
Maxine sighed and followed her, keeping an ear out for Skips as the two left for the nearest bar.
They went into the first bar they came across, and found it packed. They had to practically share a barstool. Amy waved a large bill at the bartender and ordered them a couple of beers.
"Here you go, sirs," the bartender said, handing the girls their beers, "And... uh what were your names?"
"Max-" Maxine said without thinking.
"And I'm Sam," interrupted Amy before she could blow their cover, "We're from out of town."
The girls drank their drinks nervously. By their fifth beer they became a little more talkative.
"We usually don't go out like this," Amy slurred, "But I thought, 'Hey, it's my best bud's birthday so why no-'"
She was interrupted by an accidental bump from a very drunk man next to her that was trying to get off of his stool. He apologized before stumbling back toward the door. Amy took the opportunity to try to sit in the stool, but as soon as she sat down, she was pushed off of the stool by a big man. The shove nearly knocked her wig off.
"Hey watch it," Maxine said, helping her friend back onto her stool.
"Hey you remind me of someone," the big man said to Amy, "Like that piece of ass that always follows that ape girl around."
"That's very rude," Maxine said, clenching her fists, "She's a yeti."
"Easy, Max," Amy tried to calm her down, "It's no big deal. Just ignore him."
"Yeah, whatever," the man said chugging the beer the bartender sat down in front of him, "But that, Amy is her name? What I wouldn't do to get my hands on that ass."
Any other comment that the man had about Amy's ass was silenced by a swift punch in the face. The man fell off his seat onto his back, clutching his nose. Silence engulfed the crowded bar. Suddenly a massive bar fight broke out. Amy made a bee line for the bathroom to keep out of the fray. She looked back to find her friend, and saw that a few of the big man's friends had cornered Maxine. The yeti tried to get a few punches in but was easily overwhelmed. Thinking quickly, Amy ran behind the counter, nearly tripping over the bartender hiding behind the counter. She grabbed the phone off of the wall and dialed Skips's number. Meanwhile the big man's friends gripped Maxine's arms as he delivered his payback. It had been a miracle that her wig hadn't fallen off. Having enough of beating her to a pulp, the man signaled his friends to let her go. She slumped to the floor and blacked out.
When Maxine woke up, her head felt like it had been split open. She opened her eyes and saw Amy, sans the wig, looking down at her worriedly. The yeti looked at her surroundings and saw that they were in the bathroom, and she was sitting on the toilet. She placed a hand over her aching head and found that her wig was gone.
"Maxine," Amy asked, "Are you ok? You got pretty beat up."
Maxine just stared up at Amy. For some reason she couldn't take her eyes off of the purple streak in her friend's hair.
"Hello?" Amy said waving her hand in front of Maxine's face, "Earth to Maxine."
"When did you get this?" she asked, reaching up and touching the colored strands of hair, "I don't remember you even getting this."
"Wow," the human stated, "You must have hit your head really hard. No worries though. I finally got in touch with Mr. Skips and he's on his way here."
"Did I try to talk you out of it?" Maxine still oblivious to the words coming out of Amy's mouth, "Because if I said I didn't like it, I lied. I think it looks great on you."
Amy suddenly felt the yeti wrap a hand around her hip and pulled her into Maxine's lap.
"I think everything looks good on you," Maxine whispered in Amy's ear before wrapping her lips around it.
"Ok, you've obviously hit your head a lot harder than I thought," Amy shivered at feeling, mind racing ninety miles a minute, "A-and you're drunk so let me go, and we can forget this ever happened."
"I don't want to forget," Maxine countered back, "I've wanted to do this with you since we eighth grade. You can't honestly say you've never wanted to, either."
Of course Amy had thought about it. She had known that she "played for the other team" as the father so delicately put it for a while, and she was fine with it. She also had a crush on her best friend for the better half of the twelve years that they've know each other. But she didn't want to have her first experience with another girl in a nasty bathroom while she's probably having a concussion.
"Maxin-"
She was interrupted by Maxine's lips crashing against hers. Eventually the human gave up on any plans to get away and returned the kiss. Amy started to unzip Maxine's jacket when there was a loud pounding at the door. Amy came to her senses and tore herself from Maxine and ran to the door. She was relieved to see Skips standing at the door with a less-than-amused look on his face. Looking out she saw the bar was completely empty save for a few people passed out on the floor.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"She's back here," Amy said, holding the door open for him, "She got hit pretty hard so she's going to need help getting home."
Skips entered the bathroom and found Maxine, blacked out on the toilet. He let out an agitated sigh before carrying her out to his car. Amy followed close behind, just in case the creep from earlier was still around. Silently, he drove the girls back to the house. When he got home he picked his daughter up and took her to her bedroom. When he laid her down on the bed, he noticed the bruises she had attained from the fight. He made a mental note to get the aspirin out in the morning. Amy tiptoed as quietly as possible behind him.
"Will she be ok?" she asked.
"I've seen this before," he whispered, "She's going to have a horrible headache tomorrow but she'll be fine."
Skips tried to exit so he could go back to bed but was stopped.
"So that's it?" Amy asked, "Will there be a punishment or anything?"
"I think she's been punished enough," Skips answered, skipping out of the room.
Amy looked down at her friend before getting in bed next to her. She knew they would have a lot to talk about the next morning, but for right now she just wanted to go to sleep.
