"Mimi-chica,
help me spread this out."
Mimi hurries to the other side of the
big table in their dining room. She catches the other side of the
fabric and helps Angel spread it smoothly, carefully matching the
edges and folding it double. Once the blue sequined fabric is spread
just so, Mimi curls into a chair to watch Angel pin the pattern
pieces into place. After a moment or two, she gets bored and picks up
the scissors from the table.
"Mimi! Don't use my fabric
scissors to cut your hair!" Mimi looks up from her split ends
guiltily.
"Sorry," she mumbles, putting the scissors down on
the table. "What are we making today?"
"Miss Asia wants a
new costume. It's gonna be fantastic. Look." Angel indicates a
color sketch tacked to the wall next to the table. Mimi looks
closely.
"Wow, cool!" The dress is long and slinky, blue
sequins with a red dragon coiling up and over the shoulder and down
all the way to the feet. One of the coils seems to come up behind the
head, creating a stand-up collar, and the back of the dress ends in a
fishtail train, which incorporates the dragon's tail. "Oooh . . .
Miss Asia will look great in that!" Angel snorts.
"Miss Asia
looks great in everything. It's one of the perks of being 6'4"
in your bare feet."
"Yeah, but she's not half as pretty as
you are. Your legs are much better, and she doesn't even sing her
own stuff." Angel looks up at Mimi again and the two smile at each
other.
"I do sing better than she does."
"Way better.
There's a reason most queens lip-synch." Angel snickers
mischievously. "And you can sew. Hell, if it weren't for you,
half those girls would go on naked." Mimi points out.
"And
don't think Miss Destiny wouldn't like that."
"I know she
would." Mimi giggles. "And she should, she's sexier than I
am."
"No, she's not. I've seen her naked." Angel grins
and winks and Mimi smiles at her.
"Thanks. Can I help?"
"Yeah.
Here, take this and pin it over there."
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Later that night, the two flop
down together on the couch, limbs idly entangled, and look at their
spectacular creation hanging on Angel's dress form. It's not
finished, and Angel's had to put the form on a milk crate so that
the long dress doesn't puddle on the floor, but it is clearly going
to be beautiful.
"Meems?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"We make a
pretty good team, don't we?" Angel entwines her fingers around
Mimi's.
"Yeah, we do."