Author's Notes: I lied. This isn't a drabble, but who cares.
The inn – Elsa was pleasantly surprised to see it could be called as such – was cosy and tolerably clean, and Anna was happy enough ("Oooh, look, Elsa! It's even got a sauna!") with the facilities. The innkeeper, a burly man named Oaken, handed them the keys to their four-bed backpackers' dormitory and wished them a pleasant stay.
Currently, the only cloud on Elsa's horizon was their dorm mate.
"Cindy," said the blonde girl, proffering a hand which Anna shook enthusiastically.
"I'm Anna, and this is Elsa!"
Elsa nodded a hello, taking in the tube top and skimpy leather skirt which resembled bandages more closely than actual clothing. Good heavens, are those kitten heels?
Cindy barely spared Elsa a glance, her eyes travelling over the t-shirt and denim cutoffs Anna wore, and she grinned suddenly. "Lovely to meet you."
Elsa couldn't tell if she was talking about them, or Anna's chest.
Anna, bless her, was oblivious. "Likewise!"
"She's rather nice, don't you think?" enthused Anna when their dorm mate excused herself for a moment. Elsa paused to choose her next words carefully; she had a few choice ones regarding the girl and her fashion sense, none of them very complimentary at all.
"Nice is a very subjective word."
Anna snorted. "Don't make me use my pillow on you again."
"That's assuming you'll actually manage to hit your target."
"I don't have to throw it, you know. I could just walk over there and beat you to death with it."
And that was what Cindy walked in on; Elsa squirming on her bed, helpless with laughter, and Anna straddling her waist, attempting to bludgeon her with a pillow.
"Looks like fun," she purred. "Mind if I cut in?"
"Yes," said Elsa, just as Anna said "Not at all!" rather breathlessly.
Cindy glanced in between them and laughed. "You know what? Thanks, but no thanks. I've got a date to get ready for."
"Date?"
"Yeah, with Prince Charming."
Anna giggled, tossing her pillow aside, the war already forgotten. "That can't be his name."
"That's what I intend to find out." She bent down and yanked out a pair of hot-pink stilettos from under her bed, kicking off her kitten heels. Elsa blinked; she had never seen a pair of heels scream "fuck me" as loudly as the pair Cindy was strapping on her feet. Anna was gaping openly, and her friend felt distinctly unsettled for some reason. She hastily pushed those errant thoughts aside.
"Those shoes are incredible!"
Cindy smirked, giving the strap a last tug and striking a pose. "You like them?"
"Oh, yeah. I could never wear something that high, though. I'd probably trip and fall. You know, at my senior prom, I wore heels that weren't half as high and I swear, I didn't look half as good as you do."
"I'm sure that's not true," said Cindy kindly.
"Oh, but it is." Anna looked very serious, but her lips threatened to twitch into a smile. "I spent most of the evening either in a chair, or being carried around by my boyfriend."
"Carried, huh?"
"That was a last resort, after spending the first hour face-down on whatever I happened to trip onto."
Elsa's face darkened a little. Her boyfriend. That smarmy kid hadn't known how lucky he was to have Anna all over him – literally – that night.
"Elsa?" The blonde blinked, coming back from her reverie; Cindy was looking straight at her, as Anna rambled on in the background. "You're all red. You okay?"
"Yes," said Elsa automatically, flushing an even more spectacular shade of scarlet, wondering for a instant if her thoughts were written all over her face.
The girl tossed her a salacious wink. "Hey, why don't you two come with me?"
"On your date?" asked Anna incredulously. Elsa tried not to nod too furiously. "Are you sure?"
"Why not?" Cindy pulled out an alice band, tucking it into her glossy wheat-coloured hair. "I don't even know that dude's name, for crying out loud. If my handsome prince turns out to be a pumpkin, I'm gonna need some fairy godmothers to get me out of there, pronto."
Elsa was liking the direction of the conversation less and less. "I hope you're not expecting us to put on fairy wings and wave our magic wands," she said dryly, and Anna snorted; she quickly clapped both hands over her face, turning as red as her hair.
"I had something a little less... traditional, in mind." Cindy sashayed over, the lilt of her hips impossible to ignore. "Tell me, are any of you up for a little experimentation?"
Experimentation, grumbled Elsa to herself, toying with her drink. So that's what they're calling it these days. Stupid bimbos with their stupid sexy stilt shoes, and their stupid strips of leather they call miniskirts. She drained the bottle of cider in one massive gulp and signalled the waiter for another. This was her second, third bottle? The blonde seriously couldn't remember.
A little way from her, in the middle of the dancefloor, Cindy and Anna were dancing together. Cindy had gotten bored of waiting around for him to show and dragged Anna onto the floor claiming, "two hot girls grinding attracts men like bees to a honeypot".
But if she was honest with herself, Elsa was mildly horrified at how scathing she was of Cindy. She wasn't truly bad; just a little forward and brash. Still a good kid. Elsa took the new bottle of cider with a smile, and vowed to be a little nicer.
Then she saw Cindy slip her arms around Anna's waist and dip her face closer.
"Bitch."
"Uhm, Cindy? What are you doing?" mumbled Anna nervously. The smirk on the blonde's face widened.
"Nothing," she whispered, her hot breath tickling Anna's ear and causing her to shiver. "He's looking this way, play along, sweetie."
"How?"
"Follow my lead." Her hips moved sinuously, gyrating up and down. Anna attempted to copy her movements. Hers was a lot jerkier, but Cindy only laughed, and moved her hands to Anna's hips. "Relax. Feel the beat."
Anna made a small noise of irritation. "I'm already feeling it."
"No, you're not." One hand slid down the redhead's spine and she yelped, clutching Cindy's elbows reflexively.
"H-hey!"
"Chill. God, I knew I should have pumped you with more liquor before bringing you out here." The blonde girl manipulated Anna's hips like a puppetmaster. "Come on, Iversen. Move."
"I'll have you know I did hip-hop dance for a year," muttered Anna darkly, but she obediently swayed on the spot. Cindy pressed up against her body.
"Yeah, that's more like it. Having fun now?"
Anna laughed. "You bet."
Elsa couldn't tear her eyes away from the couple grinding on the dance floor. In her hand, the emptied bottle of cider was also grinding, the glass grating against the tabletop.
She could have sworn that Cindy winked in her direction.
"Ooooh, he looks mad," said Cindy gleefully, "I bet he's jealous I totally moved on and found somebody hotter." She thrust her pelvis forward, bumping into Anna's hips and making her blush.
"Where?" She attempted to crane her neck over her dance partner's, but a hand seized her braid, yanking her face back down. Anna squeaked in surprise.
"You're giving the game away, sweetheart."
"Oh, sorry."
"Don't worry about it." Cindy pressed her forehead to Anna's, stroking her cheek. "He probably thinks we're making out now." As Anna opened her mouth, the blonde quickly added, "Thinks. We don't have to for real, if you're uncomfortable with it."
"Well, actually I – "
"Anna!"
Her head shot up. "Elsa?"
She had pushed her way through the dance floor, standing there with one hand on her hip. Even in the darkness of the club, they could see her face and neck were flushed. "I'm heading back."
"Not by yourself you aren't!" snapped Anna, nearly bowling Cindy over in her haste to get to Elsa's side. "It's safer if we go back together!"
Cindy looked surprised for a second, before a Cheshire Cat grin spread over her face. "Yeah, you two should be heading back now," she said offhandedly. "Going sightseeing tomorrow, right?"
"I suppose?" Anna's brow furrowed. "I mean, we did intend to, one of these days..."
"Good enough. G'wan, go on home before your carriage turns back into a pumpkin."
Anna, her attention fully occupied by Elsa, didn't seem to hear. "You'll be fine on your own, Cindy?" She slung Elsa's arm over her shoulders.
"Eh, sure. I'll find another date. I'm a big girl out for some thrills, and I don't have no midnight curfew." She punctuated the last with a cackle. The redhead turned her head to reply, but then Elsa took advantage of her exposed neck to nuzzle her face there. Anna flushed.