Drabble Seven
Glinda lay on her stomach, feet kicking the air as she steadily regarded Elphaba. Elphaba's cheeks darkened slightly as the intensity of her stare increase.
A heavy sigh. "Glinda, I'm not going to this dance. Can you honestly imagine one such as myself traipsing around? I daresay I'll put the people off their punch."
Glinda rolled her eyes. "Come now Elphie, it'll be wonderful! How do you expect to make friends if you don't open up!"
Elphaba snorted, raising an eyebrow and sprawling on her bed. "Why on earth would I open to such people? That's similar to unlocking one's front door to allow rapists in."
"So you're afraid they're going to rape you?"
An unwilling smile rose to Elphaba's lips. "Intellectually, my dear."
Glinda slipped into Elphaba's bed, ignoring her shriek as Glinda's cold feet came into contact with her own.
"Well, if you don't go, I won't go. I'll stay right here, forever."
Elphaba kissed her forehead gently, finding a comfortable position. "Proper incentive for me to never attend a dance for the rest of my life."