...Day late? Whatevs; enjoy!

This is an account of the next three days of the 13 Days (Saturday, Sunday, and Monday). Not much happened, so here's the abridged version.

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Pink. Pink. Pink. Pink.
Fuzzy.
And pink.
Boots. Half-jackets. Shirts. Shorts.
PINK.
Tanya, Mercedes, myself.
We were all dressed in pink.

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"Okay, my dear hoes, front and center!"
The three of us in...fuzzy pink clothes... stood in a straight line in front of Lacey.
Who was dressed as a pimp. Purple pin-striped skirt-suit, purple hat, and overly poofy purple feather sticking up from said purple hat.
She even had the damn cane.
"Okay, today you are all under my orders. Not that that's a big difference from what it normally is."
I shifted from one foot to the other and her head snapped towards me.
"Stay still, little hoe," she commanded.
I immediately stopped moving.
"Now," she continued, swinging her cane in a circle. "We will all go for a walk to the park. I will strut, you will simper, and people will stare at the gloriousness that is us. Got that?"
Tanya laughed and we all nodded.
"Good," said Lacey. "Now, we are going to leave and enjoy our Saturday, or I'm going to bitch-slap the lot of you."
So we left the apartment.

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Johnny was at home, trying to ignore the painting in the closet.
So far, so good.
He'd decided that he wouldn't hang out with the girls today. They'd been draining enough yesterday...
He picked up the strip of photos from the booth. In one, it looked like Laura was dive-bombing Mercedes. Which actually said a lot about the girl's personality.
He wondered what they would say if they'd known that the blood-stains on his jacket had been real. Mercedes would probably find that very intriguing, but knowing Laura...well, you really never know with Laura.
He sighed and shook his head. There was a buzzing in the back of his head, the painting trying to break into the carefully reconstructed barriers of his mind.
It was getting closer.

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Up in the sky...
Was a giant purple blimp.
"My dirigible!" Shouted Lacey. "Thorton really got me a dirigible!"
"See, I told you he'd come through," said Mercedes with her hands on her hips.
"Daaaaamn, that's...I don't even..." Tanya trailed off, eyes wide.
I tugged at my shorts. I hate shorts.
Especially pink ones...
"Lace, can we get out of here? We've seen the enormous blimp. We can go home now, right?" I was hoping, just a little, that she'd say yes.
No such luck.
"E-hem," she began. "First of all, it's not a blimp, it's a dirigible. Second, hell no. I have yet to bask in the glory that is my very own dirigible."
I sighed. *Well, it was worth a shot.*
So we spent the next three hours...'basking' in the glory of the bli- dirigible.
That was my Saturday.

0o0o0

"So, you spent an hour putting on all of that," said Johnny, gesturing at Laura's costume. She was covered in strange armor, like something out of a steam-punk movie. She had a dark brown trench-coat over a black pin-striped waist-coat and pin-striped...capris? Whatever those pants were that only went past the knees and not much further. Below the knees she wore bronze-coloured shin-guards and low-edged boots similar to his and her arms were covered in bracers and gauntlets.
"Aren't you...warm?" He asked, eying the elaborate costume.
She shook her head, eyes hidden behind thick-rimmed goggles. "My gram sent in some really light material for me to work with," she explained. She tilted her wide-brimmed hat up. "My gram's awesome that way."
It was Sunday, and they were relaxing in the library basement. Mercedes and the twins were walking around the upper levels, Mercedes a bloodied surgeon and the twins...well, they were dressed as Siamese twins. A medical marvel, eh?
"Hey Nny, how's the beasty painting coming along? Still not working on it?"
Johnny nodded. "Yeah, I don't think it'll ever be finished," he said. "Some paintings are like that, you know?"
She nodded, picking at the buckles of her shin-guards. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I hate having to put down something and not touch it again, but some things...some things just don't work out."
*I wish I could tell her about the reason why I can't finish it...but...no. That would make her head explode. Knowing her, no matter what I say, she'll try as hard as she can to understand what I'm going through. But she wouldn't be able to. And knowing her, she would hate not being able to understand, beat herself up for not being able to help.* Johnny 'hmm'd.' *She's such an open book, so easy to read. Then again, there are some things about her that I don't think anyone will ever understand. Not even her.*
"Oi."
Johnny lifted out of his reverie. "Yes?"
"I asked you if you were working on anything else, but you were kind of out of it."
He sat back in his chair. "I don't think I'll be able to work on anything for a while," he said. "I just don't feel like painting. Painter's Block, I guess."
"That must suck majorly," she replied.
He nodded. "Yeah, it kind of does."
They sat quietly for a few minutes.
"Nny, you said earlier that you might want to dress up on Hallowe'en," Laura stated.
Johnny shrugged. "Yeah...the other day was very enjoyable. I had more fun that day then I've had in a LONG while. So...who knows? Ask me again on Thursday."
The girl smiled and nodded vigorously.
They chatted for a few more hours until Mercedes and the twins dragged him and Laura to his car to go home.

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I tugged at the shorts I was wearing. I tugged at the spiked collar. I tugged at the leash attached to said collar.
"Stop tugging on everything, or I'll make the collar tighter," snapped Lacey. I kicked at the floor. Lacey was dressed in...lots of leather. So was Tanya. LOTS of leather. That showed off their boobs quite a bit.
Mercedes had a collar and leash like mine, but she was dressed in a bikini.
So...the twins were dominatrices, and Sadee and I...were sub-pets.
We were sitting in the park, trying to ignore the stares of the pedestrians.
These costumes were not my idea.
"Can we go home yet? It's freakin' cold," I whined.
Lacey sighed. "Fine..." she relented. "But we're only going home because it is freaking/i cold out. TAHN! MERCEDES! LET'S HEAD BACK!"

And that was our very uneventful Monday.