Get Up, Girl!
By Bashfulglowfly
Minako looked down at her auburn-haired friend who was curled up on the bathroom floor. "You can't stay here, Makoto."
"Just let me stay here and wallow in my misery."
"No." Minako ruthlessly pulled the taller woman to her feet and shoved her out of the bathroom. "Now, you're going to lay down on your bed with an icepack on your face for 15 minutes. THEN I'm going to use my patented facial repair system on you for 30 minutes. During the latter you will nap."
Makoto, semi-obediently laid down on her bed as Minako fetched the icepack from the freezer and gently smacked it across Makoto's eyes. "After that, we're going dancing and you're going to flirt with every cute guy in the club. And we can drink until we're both on the bathroom floor."
"I don' wanna…" came the quiet mumble.
"And I don't care!" came the heartless reply. "You're going to do it or I'm going to make your life hell."
"Bitch."
"Stick and stones may dance on my bones but words will never shock me!"
A low moan emanated from the bed.
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"Three!"
Minako and Makoto tossed back the shots that had been poured for them by the bartender. He asked if they wanted a refill but Minako said no with a smile.
She turned to Makoto "Let's go!" She grabbed hold of the other woman's hand and dragged her onto the dance floor.
Makoto sighed. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be wallowing either on her bathroom floor or in her bed. She was so sick and tired of guys dumping her after a few dates because she either wouldn't have sex with them or because she was taller than they were when she wore her heels.
But Minako was relentless. And pushy. And a dear friend.
"Makoto! You have to dance."
Makoto brought her attention back to the here and now. She listened for a moment to the song. It wasn't half bad. It had been popular for a couple of weeks a few months ago.
Slowly she began to dance. Makoto stopped thinking and just let her body take control. Soon she was smiling and moving with the beat.
Minako grinned at her and moved her hips even faster to the music. Makoto matched her beat for beat.
They didn't stop dancing until they were both panting for breath. They slipped off the dance floor and made their way back to the bar.
Then Makoto saw him.
Her ex. With the woman he had cheated on her with.
Minako followed her gaze. "Shit!" Behind Makoto's back, Minako pulled out her phone and made a brief text.
Makoto tried to regain her breath. She felt the tears prickle her eyes. She stepped back and collided with someone.
"Oh, I'm so sor…" Makoto turned around and looked. Straight into a dress shirt. She actually had to look up.
He was…magnificent. His chest filled the entire shirt. Thick wavy brown hair cascaded past his shoulders. Her hands itched to bury her fingers into the thick tresses.
She wanted him.
She had wanted him before.
This was the man she had been missing her entire life.
"Sparky…"
A sob escaped from her throat. "Nephrite…"
He pulled her into his arms and held her tight as her tears soaked his shirt. He stroked her hair and back until she calmed down. Then he tilted her chin up and captured her lips.
Both lost track of time.
Until a flurry of very loud and very fake coughing interrupted them.
Makoto blinked her way back to awareness and realized that she was surrounded by her friends. And her friends had their lost and found loves standing next to them.
Ami smiled apologetically at Makoto who was trying to wrap her mind around what was going on. "Sorry we didn't tell you. You were so…involved…with him, we didn't think that you'd be willing to even contemplate seeing Nobuyuki."
Makoto reached out and gently cupped her friend's cheek. "I understand." She looked at her friends and their loves. "I think we have a lot to talk about." She grinned at Minako. "I don't think I'll be on the bathroom floor tonight."
"Eh…there's always tomorrow." Said Minako with a devious grin.
Two party poopers with deep voices spoke: "No."