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Tonight was the night. Yes, all three Jill's had the night off for once and planned to spend it as such, having a girl's night in watching movies and eating junk food. It would be a wonderful way to kick off the weekend/workweek except for the one small fact that they all had vastly different tastes. And that wasn't such a small fact.
"I want a Hawaiian pizza!" Slutty Jill seemed to vibrate excitedly at the idea of pizza.
Evil Jill shot her a glare, "What's wrong with you? Pineapple does NOT belong on a pizza."
The other woman's brow furrowed as she stuck out her tongue defiantly.
Logical Jill ignored the bickering, pen and paper in hand, looking towards the blond woman "What kind do you want, then?"
The woman in question grinned evilly, "Meat-lovers."
"Nooooooo..." The other Jill whined, "There's too much on there to taste any of the flavours."
Evil Jill rolled her eyes, "It's better than putting freaking fruit on a pizza."
Logical Jill sighed as they continued to argue. This could literally take all night. And that's when a bright idea popped into her head as she interrupted the debate, "Why don't we get one pizza with three different sections? This way, no one has to argue."
The other two Jills looked at each other, this idea actually seeming to work.
"For the love of god, as long as there isn't any pineapple on my half, I'll survive."
Slutty Jill crossed her arms, "What do you have against that fruit?"
She shrugged, "Nothing, but it doesn't belong on a pizza."
Logical Jill scribbled down the desired toppings before beginning to dial the number.
"Ooh! Get some of those garlic bread sticks too!" Slutty Jill hopped excitedly.
Evil Jill nodded in agreement. For once.
Jill did as she was told, ordering the triple topping pizza with an extra side of breadsticks. The man on the other side informed her that it would arrive at the house in just under an hour, giving them enough time to pick up whatever else they would need.
After that was settled, they handed Slutty Jill cash and sent her off to retrieve the other snacks with much protest. Finally, after bargaining for someone to come with her, she left the house to get the requested snacks from the gas station a couple blocks away.
Someone had to stay at the house in case the pizza arrived while they were out and that left Evil Jill and Slutty Jill to perform the recon mission.
"I don't understand why you couldn't have done this by yourself," the blond muttered in an irritated fashion.
"Because everything is better with company. And this way, you can pick out what you want yourself." She was happy she didn't have to go alone even if said company was not.
After that, the walk carried on in silence until the youngest of the pair spoke up, "What's your job like?"
Ultimately, she received a strange look, "Why do you want to know?"
Slutty Jill shrugged, "I dunno, conversation?"
The blond woman looked forward, "Y'know, evil things. Removing stop signs, keeping the neighbour's dog barking all night, driving slowly in the fast lane. The usual stuff."
"Ah." She really didn't know what to except for an answer, but nonetheless, she received one.
They arrived at the gas station, Slutty Jill heading straight for the candy and picking out several different packages. Evil Jill, on the other hand, picked out a few different bags of chips ranging from Spicy Chilli Pepper to Dill Pickle. After gathering that loot, they met up at the drink section.
Slutty Jill admired all the drinks with wide, excited eyes, "What kind should we get?"
"Dunno. I like coke so let's get a bottle of that."
"I like orange! Do that one too!"
The blond woman snorted, "No one likes orange."
"Yeah they do or it wouldn't be for sale," Again, she stuck out her tongue.
"I guess hookers gotta drink too," Jill said as she reached for the requested beverage.
The other Jill stared, offended, "Why are you so mean?"
"Uh, I'm evil?" She gave her a stupid look.
Slutty Jill shifted her footing, "That doesn't mean you have to be mean about it."
"Actually, it's kind of a prerequisite," She shook her head, finding this conversation useless, "What kind do you think Jill wants?"
Slutty Jill's attention flipped immediately, "Um, Root Beer."
An evil eyebrow quirked, "Are you sure?"
Jill nodded, "I saw her drinking a bottle of it once."
"Alrighty then. Root Beer it is."
With that, the pair paid (ish) for the snacks and headed back towards home. The walk seemed to take half as long to return. They got inside and dumped the loot onto the table to observe the horrible amount of junk they were going to consume.
Logical Jill came over, observing the treats, "Well, we'll be loaded for weeks."
Slutty Jill looked like a kid in a candy store, ready to dig into it before the pizza arrived. And, as if on cue, the dude in question arrived bringing the precious food with him. Evil Jill went to pay, retrieving the pizza (without tipping) and slamming the door in the poor boy's face.
Logical Jill sighed at the show while Slutty Jill was too excited to care. They moved the junk food to the coffee table and took their respective seats on the couch, Logical Jill by herself on the love seat and the other two on the couch.
Slutty Jill was the first to take her piece and begin feasting, taking huge bites. The other two were waiting until after the movie was picked.
Now for the next impossible choice. Evil Jill dared to ask, "What are we going to watch?"
Logical Jill was the first to input her opinion, "There's supposed to be a documentary on-"
She was effectively cut off by both other Jill's solid opposition, even if one had a mouthful of food. No documentaries tonight.
Slutty Jill swallowed, before speaking up, "How 'bout a romance movie?" then proceeding to stuff her face again.
Logical Jill didn't seem to mind that idea. Evil Jill on the other hand...
"Ew! I don't want to watch mushy stuff. That's just stupid," She thought for a moment, before getting her own idea, a wicked smile spreading across her face, "Hey, there's supposed to be a horror movie marathon on tonight. How about that?"
Two pairs of eyes widened, one in excitement, one in fear.
Logical Jill spoke first, "That sounds like a good idea!"
Slutty Jill shook her head, having trouble finishing off the bite she was working on. The idea of watching these kinds of movies didn't appeal to her at all.
With the inability to speak up, Evil Jill ignored her silent protests and turned it to that channel, the first movie of the night just starting. The other two Jills dug into their first pieces as Slutty Jill had a problem finishing hers.
Many hours, conversations and jump scares later, it was finally late enough in the night to call it quits. The three of them retreated to their respective rooms, mostly tired enough to sleep.
Evil Jill collapsed onto her bed, exhausted after getting her kicks out of watching the movies. A couple of them were sorry excuses for horror movies, horribly acted and scripted. A few others were actual good with a solid plot that kept her thinking. All in all, it was a good night.
Sadly, she had to start work again in a few hours so she wouldn't get near as much sleep as she would have liked. That was fine with her because the night had gone so well.
Sometime later, she heard a soft knock at the door. Too tired to answer, she just groaned. The visitor at the door took that as a sign to enter, standing patiently in the doorway.
This caused Jill to finally look up from her lounging position, eyeing the woman wearing fluffy pink pyjamas in the doorway, "Waddaya want?"
"Um..."
She sighed irritably. She could hear the embarrassment in Slutty Jill's fragment of a word, "I don't have all night, you know."
"Can I, um, sleep with you?" Her already quiet voice was muffled by something, most likely a pillow.
She rubbed her face, tiredly, "What's wrong with your bed?"
She heard the woman shuffle in her spot uncomfortably, hesitant to answer.
"If you're going to keep playing this game, you can march yourself right back out and leave me alone."
"I'm scared," She squeaked, not wanting to go back to the dark, lonely room she came from.
This didn't shock the blond woman. She knew Slutty Jill was overly emotional about pretty much everything and this wouldn't be any different. All those movies had probably set her brain into overdrive.
The only thing now was the shaking in her voice that signaled she was on the verge of tears.
She closed her eyes, "And you couldn't have bugged Jill instead of me?"
Again, there wasn't really an answer, a quiet sniffle filling the gap. Truth was, Slutty Jill considered herself closer to this Jill than the other one, kind of like an older sister in a way, but there was no way she was ever going to let Evil Jill know that.
Evil Jill cursed inwardly. She was evil, yes, but she wasn't cruel, especially to one of the few people she considered a friend.
She gave a defeated sigh, "Alright, you can spend the night here. I have to go to work in a few hours though."
She swore she could see the other woman lighten up immediately and make her way to the opposite side of the bed, pillow in hand. She flopped back down on the bed, back turned to the new bed buddy. She felt the bed shift as Jill climbed on and snuggled beneath the covers. Moments after, she felt something small curl up against her back.
Too tired to protest, Jill let Jill be, scared as she was, and went back to falling asleep.