Terrible Girls

Date/Timing: 29 December 2006
Setting: Edan's neighbourhood; Glasgow, Scotland, United Kingdom
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Fennie risks banging a bare fist against Trini's door, hollers, "Open up 'fore I get frostbite!"
It opens and Trini steps out with flick of her hair. "It's not /that cold."
Fennie sniffs—makes a choking noise, rubs at her nose.
Trini locks up. "Snot freeze?"
"Fuck you."
"Want to borrow my scarf?"
"No."
"Borrow my scarf." Trini wraps it around her neck, all the way up to her cheeks. "You're welcome."
Fennie grunts, jams her hands deeper in her jacket pockets, turns on her heel, stomps to and along the pavement, fresh snow crunching under her boots.
Trini and her long legs on her long legs. "You need a proper coat."
"I need /money for a proper coat."
"No holiday bonus this year?"
Fennie scoffs.
"Well, they had some nice puffers at the thrift yesterday. Pretty sure they had your size. We can—"
"I'm not wearin' one of those."
"You'd rather freeze."
"Than wear a puffer coat? Yea."
"You're a terrible girl," Trini sighs.
"I thought a girl was whatever she wanted to be."
"Sure, use my own words against me."
"They're convenient, yea?"
"You're just /terrible."
Fennie shrugs.
"Aaaaanyway ... I'm sure we can find you something warmer than this old thing—" Flicks Fennie's battered leather coat. "—on sale. I'm a /queen of clearance." Trini twirls. "I didn't pay full price for /anything I've got on!"
"Wow," mumbles Fennie. "Colour me impressed." She hunches further.
Trini side-eyes. "You're grouchier than usual."
"'m always this sunshiny."
Trini rolls her eyes. "Where're we going, Miss Sunshine?"
"The chemist's? Thought it was your time of the month?"
"Yea, but why're /you tagging along?"
"Need some 'things', too."
Trini plants herself in Fennie's path, eyes glowing. "We're 'synced'?"
"More or—ay!"
Trini squashes her tighter to her chest, rocks side to side. "Omigod that's /brilliant!"
Fennie scoffs. "Says the girl who can't have cramps."
"I'll trade dysphoria for cramps any day."
"Yea ... I'll keep 'em, thanks."
"Smart." Trini releases her, steps back, gives her a look.
"What?" Fennie resumes their tromp.
"You're not self-medicating, are you?"
"Aspirin only. Now."
"Don't tell me you got caught /again."
"It wasn't even enough for a roll-up," growls Fennie.
"But you /know they're hounding you!"
"They didn't need to /violate me over some fucking /green."
Trini sighs. "You have to start checking in again, yea?"
"Yea."
"The first one is ...?"
"The fourth."
"Want a ride?"
"Sure."
"Great."
They walk a few quiet meters.
"Instead of causing yourself all these problems, why don't you get a prescription for something that /works?"
"Because everything they've given me either doesn't work or has a side effect nearly as bad." Fennie holds opens the shop door, sets the chime a-chiming. "Wouldn't keep risking it otherwise."
"Well, dammit." Trini floats inside, takes off her earmuffs, shakes out her hair.
Fennie trudges after, then peels off for the 'hygiene' aisle.
The counter bell /dings.
""Afternoon, Trinity.""
""'ey, Alasdair.""
Fennie gazes heavenward, mutters, "Not this again."
A loud sigh. ""For the hundredth time, Ms Moss, that's 'Alli' to you.""
""Then may I have my script, Alli-to-you?""
"Jesus Christ."
""I have to get it from the back.""
""Don't be gone too long.""
""I won't~!""
Fennie sights her usual brand, snags a box, and tucks it under her arm.
The sound of Trini drumming her fingernails on the counter.
""Here you are.""
""Thanks.""
Fennie rounds the corner, gets the pair of them in sight, both leaning over the counter to be slightly too close to each other.
"Any questions for us? Changes?"
"I had to buy a new bra last week." Trini flips her hair. 
Alli goes goofy. "Really, now."
Trini leans even closer. "Really."
Fennie curses an army of frogs upon them, stomps to the cashier and pays with change because of course that has to be all she has left—
The clerk gives her a look. 
She gives them the evil eye right back, snatches her bag, and strides out the door and out of sight, and slouches into a sulk against the wall. 
Trini arrives within the minute, greets, "Sorry about that."
Fennie grunts, pushes off.
They trump along for a block, quiet.
Two flashes of ginger hair right ahead.
"Aww, /fuck." Fennie grabs—
"Oi!"
—Trini by the arm and hauls her into a side  street.
"What—"
"Fuckin' Annie and son."
"Oh." 
"Yea." Fennie takes a deep breath, counts back from ten.
Trini straightens her clothes, resettles her earmuffs.
Fennie jams her hands back in her pocket, sets out along the pavement in the general direction of Trini's.
"So ... I take it she's enforcing The Rule?
"Oh yea." Adds some 'self-righteous prick' to her voice: "Grays and Reids shall never cross paths, lest precious Andrew's son be corrupted and hellfire rain down on all our heads and the city fall in the river."
Trini snortles.
Fennie breaks out in a little smile, nudges Trini's side. "'course, it might be /better for this dump to sink."
"Are you kidding? It's a /wonderful place to be!" Trini grins full-force. "All my friends are here!"
"'coz you've never been anywhere else."
"Why would I bother leaving when I know so many most excellent people?"
"People like Alli, ay?"
Trini slings an arm around Fennie's shoulders. "People like /you, too, Shortbread."
Fennie shoves her into the Murrays' hedge.
"Are you /mental?!" she squawks, flailing herself out. "She's gonna kill us!"
"Not if we run~!"
"I'm wearing /heels!"
"So she'll only catch you," laughs Fennie. "Perfect!" And she takes off.
""Screw Mrs Murray—/I'm gonna kill you!""
"You have to catch me first~!"
""I know where you live, Fenella Grace Reid!""
Category:Ficlet
Category:Glasgow (setting)
Category:Fenella
Category:Fenella's POV
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Category:Trinity
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Category:Alli
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Category:Annie (mention)
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