Pretty

Date/Timing: early January 2015
Setting: Brisbane train station
Note: Bubbles and Blossom are southbound to Sydney; Logan's just arrived from some place farther south, like Gold Coast or Port Macquarie; they don't recognize each other later because he's not paying too much attention to them and's doing his best to subtly hide his face, his voice is no help, either
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Blossom and Bubbles stagger into Brisbane station, towing their wheelie bags behind them.
"Where's our train?" asks Bubbles.
Blossom stops, yawns jaw-crackingly wide, fishes a crumpled paper from her purse. Studies it, squints at the overhead signs. "Straight, then left, then ... fuck knows." Tucks the paper away, zips up her bag. Plods on.
"Did sweet widdle Blossom not get enough sleep last night?"
"Gee, I dunno. Four hours after driving ten on a motorway fulla idiots?"
"I offered, but you said /nooooo~."
"Because you're on a six-month ban."
"That expires next week!"
"So, you're not driving again 'til next week."
Bubbles huffs.
They make the left.
"I /like this town," announces Bubbles.
"Whyzat?" yawns Blossom.
"So many pretty boys!" Swivels, tracking a face in the crowd. "And girls, too."
Blossom sighs, trudges.
"Ooo! Lookit that one!"
"Which one?"
Points excitedly. "The pretty one!"
Blossom rolls her eyes. "Gonna guess you mean that beanpole—"
Bubbles whirls, plants herself in Blossom's path. "'/Beanpole'?! Are you /blind? He's /so much—"
"He's also right be—"
Bubbles grins slyly, sidesteps—
Beanpole bounces off her side, grabs Blossom's arm to steady himself.
"I'm so sorry!" chirps Bubbles. "Are you alright?"
Blossom stifles the urge to face-palm.
"I'm fine." Beanpole ducks his head. "Didn't see you there, sorry."
"I'm /totally fine."
"Awe/some." Glances at his wrist. "If you're okay, I gotta run. My ride's waiting out front."
"We're cool," says Blossom.
"Sorry again." Beanpole tips an imaginary hat and strolls off.
Bubbles watches him go, sighs dreamily.
Blossom gazes heavenward, grabs Bubbles' arm, spins her around. "C'mon, Lovesick, let's go." Tugs her along.
Bubbles drags her feet.
Blossom tugs harder.
Bubbles stomps a foot, wails, "I can't be/lieve I didn't get his number!"
"His—you just bumped into him! /Literally just bumped into him!"
"So?"
"/'So?' You didn't even properly /meet!"
"Why does /that matter?"
Blossom resettles—"For fuck's sake, Bubbles ...."—stops, stares at her purse.
"What? Did you just break?"
"I think—" Paws through in her bag. "Someone picked my pocket." 
"Wha?"
"Someone unzipped my purse and took all our cash.."
"You're kidding."
Blossom glares around at the crowd.
"This isn't funny."
"I'm not kidding." Deep breath. "Our money's gone."
Bubbles makes a broken dog toy noise.
"I /hate this town," Blossom grumbles.
"But you haven't even properly met it yet!"
"Why does /that matter?"
Blossom growls. 
Bubbles smiles brightly, bats her eyelashes. 
Blossom deflates. "Let's get to the train. At least the asshole left our tickets." Deep breath, cheers weakly, "Sydney or bust."
Bubbles wraps an arm around around her shoulders, steers her toward their platform. "That's the spirit!"
"Too bad we've already managed the 'bust' part."
"Well, at least it's outta the way. Nothing but sunshine and blue skies from here~!"
"We can only hope."
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