Right. Right. Sidney was ‘fine’. Absolutely NOTHING weird just happened between them just now. Nope. Not one thing. Sidney hadn’t seemed to blank out and get lost in her own thoughts at all. Nope, and Gale most CERTAINLY wasn’t doing the same exact goddamn thing. Gale kinda owed a lot to the fact that Sidney was DRUNK OUTTA HER MIND. “Okay, you’re fine, inside voice, inside voice.” People were STARING. Sidney hadn’t exactly shouted it aggressively, rather just spoke a few decibels higher than she’d intended. “Whoa…” SHELL SHOCKED. Gale really hadn’t expected Dewey to go all out like that… Though given his temperament, she probably should’ve seen it coming. “Yeah… Yeah, I know…” GUT PUNCH OF GUILT. This was exactly the problem. Had it just been her and Sidney? Maybe certain things would be easier to think about. To discuss. But… But it WASN’T just them… Other feelings were involved, too. Least of all the confused relationship between Dewey and herself… “I don’t suppose he’s been like that with… ANYONE ELSE… Has he?” Twist of her stomach. Why on God’s Green Earth was she asking this? Was she HOPING he had? That she WASN’T the exception? Because she was… She had always BEEN Dewey’s exception… And… She downed the last of her drink. “Don’t bullshit me! Brown eyes aren’t boring! They’re bright like an Autumnal Sun! Now shut up and stop putting yourself down!” Gale laughed, too, as Sidney practically fell over her. “Tells ya what. I’ll stop flipping you off when you stop PUTTING YOURSELF DOWN, okay?” Now she INTENTIONALLY mimed flipping off Sidney a million types. 

“Man, you’re really enjoying that fingering, huh?” She couldn’t help but LAUGH AGAIN, and maybe it was all a cover up of deep, less comfortable emotions, but just the phrasing alone was fucking hilarious to the drunken brunette. “And don’t ‘OW’ me. I’ve seen you take much worse than that and still come back to kill a bitch.” So had GALE, so she’d better make damn sure she didn’t use the same theatrics on Sidney in the near future or she’d DEFINITELY call her out. (Especially if she was still drunk.) “I mean, I guess, we’d have to find a lesbian and ask them.” JESUS. Sidney had always been one of the most sexually reserved people Gale had ever known, at least while sober. But the alcohol, or maybe even the LUST, brought out something a bit more PRIMAL from the younger girl. Had she been like this in the days before her mother’s rape? So UNCENSORED & CAREFREE? She could believe it. After all, it wasn’t exactly as if Sidney Fucking Prescott was ever CENSORED or CAREFUL about anything else in life. Gale had matching bruises in their pasts to prove as much. And she and Sid had shared more than a few DARK JOKES & FUCKED UP PUNS to do with Billy and Stu’s deaths. And then there was Sidney’s circle of friends. When Hallie McDaniel was your most PG and down to earth friend? Yeah, you didn’t GET to be SENSITIVE. “Wait, does that mean you count FINGERING as FUCKING? I guess they do call it finger-fucking, but then going down on a girl is tongue-fucking. They don’t tend to call blowjobs or handjobs MOUTH FUCKING or HAND FUCKING.” Pause. Tilt of her head, narrow of her brow. “Though I suppose some guys probably do.” 

“H-Hey!! Don’t put words in my mouth!” Shit became all too real once again as Sidney turned her attention back to the TOPIC AT HAND. “What do hypotheticals have to do with anything? I-, I--, I wouldn’t SO let you do--...” GULP. FUCK. “Mmmmm~...” She mimicked Sidney’s own moan. Not mockingly, but subconsciously. The way she slashed that tongue along her teeth before BITING DOWN. Fuck, Sidney Prescott really was EXTREMELY attractive. Especially with those darkened, lustful, hungering, predatory eyes. “W-Would I go down on you?!” Shit. Now was NOT the time for Sidney to ask this. Images flashed through Gale’s mind, the same ideas from mere moments prior only in reverse, Gale’s head betwixt Sidney’s sexy, freckled thighs. “Mnh… D-Don’t you think we’re getting kind of CARRIED AWAY?” These were not the kind of questions you put on the table between friends. This was how you made friendships AWKWARD. These were the questions that should have ONLY been asked with the explicit intention to CHANGE the dynamic with said friend. “Look, I’m not some dick sucking queen over here. I don’t LOVE dick, but unlike you I’ve actually HAD dick in the last three years.” And no, Gale would not and never count Billy’s manipulations of Sidney the night of the massacre. Gale was sure the last thing Sidney needed was to be reminded of how and why and to whom she gave away her renewed vows of CHASTITY. “And, ew, gross… Dewey isn’t THAT bad!” Not to suggest she’d sucked his dick. She hadn’t. Their one nighters hadn’t ever been THAT PLANNED. (Yes, you had to plan those things with Gale.) Just that she genuinely thought Dewey AT LAST knew how to wash properly. Sidney was being influenced through years of friendship with Tatem. “Now, I gotta be Gale, because I know you better than any gay ever will. And you. Are. Gay.” 

SHE REALLY NEEDED TO STOP CALLING SIDNEY GAY.

“Ahh~... Jesus, Sid…” Clit throbbed as she heard Sidney’s drunken drolls right by her ear. FELT Sidney as she gently writhed against her, grinding her hips into Gale’s ass and FUCK. Had she accidentally ground her ass right back? At the very least she hadn’t STOPPED Sidney’s fingers from playing around at the base of her bra, or those nails from scratching hot trails along her stomach. “Fidelity. You know: CHEATING. Or the act of NOT cheating, as it were.” FUCK THOUGH. Things were getting way too overwhelming, hot whispers, hot breath, hot touches, the hot closeness of Sidney’s hot ass body grinding hornily against her own hot ass. (Gale was a writer by the way.) “You damn sure have a way with words, Sidney Prescott, I’ll give you that…” Chests heaved, body flush with AROUSAL & ADRENALINE. “But aren’t you just digging a deeper hole?” Sid no longer seemed to CARE, as if she’d already stepped over the threshold, and that crime was BLACK & WHITE, rather than a SPECTRUM of increasing shades of grey. She’d make a Fifty Shades of Grey reference in her own mind had that book been written back in ‘98. Or maybe Sidney was banking on not remembering any of this? Or on Gale wanting to keep it HUSH HUSH. Not bad bets to place, she had to admit. “What are you talking about, HONEY?” Emphasis on the nickname. “Of course I have, I call you that all the time, remember?” Hint. Hint. Pick up what Gale was putting down, Sidney. At the very least she’d figured out what her YOU KNOW WHATS were. (Which, evidently, ‘you know whats’ might have been an ILL-FITTING term, considering Sidney as it turned out did NOT know what.) “Well, I wouldn’t say, SHOULD’VE, could’ve, maybe. Depending on what you wanted to do tonight.” And evidently it seemed Sidney wanted to do Gale tonight. 

Rebekah meanwhile couldn’t have been HAPPIER with her new tactic moving forward. She certainly seemed to be getting better results for it, and may just have scored herself a dance with the pretty lil thing. Lil? Sidney was actually an inch taller than her. Maybe Rebekah was starting with her own CUTE PET NAMES. “Not so bad?” She pouted, brow creasing. “You wound me.” Playful words trickled but perhaps Rebekah was sensing that same ENERGY from Sidney as Sidney had been sensing from her. “One dance.” She smiled and held out her hand, pulling Sidney closer to her and AWAY from Gale, losing her momentarily in those pretty brown orbs. “Oh, I imagine it would get VERY lonely in this shithole.” Rebekah knew loneliness at least. She could relate. From Europe to Mystic Falls, Klaus often went out of his way to ensure that his sister stayed ALL ALONE. All alone, except for HIM, anyway. Even in New Orleans things inevitably went up in FLAMES. “Maybe I’ll enrol there. See what the fuss is about. Would you like that?” But that seemed to be Gale’s limit as the older woman grabbed at Sidney’s arm, pulling her back away from Rebekah and DRAGGING HER to a sidebar. Little did Gale know that Rebekah’s hearing was NOT to be underestimated.

“Hey, Sidney, can we NOT compliment the stranger that smells like ass. Or accept strange drinks from strangers and then dance with said strangers. STRANGER DANGER. STRANGER DANGER. Come on, we learned this back in high school!” Or at least Gale did, and so it was HER job to admonish Sidney for her reckless behaviour. “We can’t trust her, we barely know her. What if she’s-...” She froze up and trailed off. “What if she wants to hurt you…” She whispered. “And now she’s talking about joining you at COLLEGE? Hello, stalker vibes or WHAT? Look, we got our drinks. I’ll even buy you two if you need, but let's just have our drinks and go home. No dancing in the dark with strangers who want to do WHO KNOWS WHAT.” She implored with pleading eyes. Regardless of how much Gale may have been speaking from a position of JEALOUS POSSESSION. That didn’t invalidate the genuine PARANOIA that it was fused with. Call her CYNICAL, but she wouldn’t ever trust ANYONE being as friendly as this BLONDE BITCH ever again.

Roll of her eyes. “She doesn’t trust me, does she?” Rebekah called out. “Relax, I already know all about Ghostface, I read the fuckin’ book. It was SHIT. I’m not here to kill you.” Technically speaking, they were here NOT TO BE KILLED. Michael was still hunting down her brother and until HE was dealt with, Rebekah’s life would be INEXORABLY tied to Klaus’s. “I’m just here for a drink, a dance, and some fucking fun.” Pun intended? “Living your life paranoid and afraid is no way to live at all, Sid.” SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE. “Believe me.” She stepped forward, heels CLACKING against the barroom floor. “It’s just one dance. People dance with strangers at bars all the time.” Granted, historically, several of those cases HAD ended in rape, gangrape, trafficking or murder, but… Most just kind of ended with whirlwind doomed to implode romantic follies. “Besides didn’t you meet with Gale under LESS THAN AUSPICIOUS CIRCUMSTANCES? You trusted her, didn’t you?” Granted, maybe Rebekah should’ve LED with all this information rather than DROPPING IT on Sidney AFTER Gale had expressed distrust. But since when did she care about other people’s stories? “One dance.” Gale seemed against the eye, and it was all down to Sidney to choose…

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          “UH 𑁋 YEAH. I’M FINE. WHY WOULDN’T I BE?” Maybe because she really wasn’t fine at all, & anytime that Sidney Prescott ever told you she was fine, she was lying straight through her teeth. At the end of the day it really didn’t matter why it hurt her. These were the most important people in her life & she would do whatever it took to make sure they got their happy endings. EVEN IF IT KILLED HER. “'Course he told me. First thing he did was come knocking at my door braggin’ about how he n’Gale Weathers had “made love.” He’s been madly in love with you for a long time y’know?” Since back when Sid was still in High School & Tatum was still alive. PANG OF GUILT. She shouldn’t be acting like this. It was bad enough that she had a boyfriend she claimed to love. But Dewey was like a big brother to her. She’d known him all her life. He used to watch over her & Tatum when they were little and would go play at the park. He was a good man. Best man she had ever met.  (probably not a good thing to say with Derek in the picture)  If her & Gale ever messed around it would BREAK HIS HEART. & This was precisely why she needed more alcohol in her system. That was the solution. Drown herself in the bottle, till she couldn’t feel all these pesky emotions 𑁋 “OH, BULLSHIT!” Just like that, the shitfaced film student had forgotten all her apprehensions & anxieties. Gale had successfully distracted her with one of the biggest lies she’d ever heard. “What’s pretty about ‘em? They’re boooooring 𑁋 Hey! Don’t flip me off!” & Now Sidney was LAUGHING AGAIN. 

          IN & OUT. IN & OUT. IN & OUT. Sidney was almost too busy fingering her own hand to pick up on what the other was saying or the snort. Wasn’t until the SMACK that eyes shot wide & she blinked repeatedly. “Ow.” It hadn’t hurt at all. She’d always had a high pain tolerance & the liquor made her pretty much numb. But, it felt like the right thing to say. “Isn’t that kinda what lesbians DO? Have a whole lotta oral sex? I dunno, just doesn’t seem…RAW enough for me ta call it fucking. Like, when I think a’that word it’s just BAM BAM BAM BAM!” Hands slammed against the table & a good majority of people seated around them were staring. “Guess they got toys n’fingers n’stuff for that.” 

          “Ah~ So you WOULD let me. Not that it matters, cuz like y’said we’re good people so that’s not gonna happen. But, hypothetically, in an alternative timeline or whatever, you’d so let me.” Said smugly. “Mmmmm~” Throaty hum, tongue darted across teeth before getting caught between them, “Kay! New question. Would YOU go down on ME in the bathroom?” Each word was emphasized by her pointing at Gale & then herself. “That’s not what I said! I mean, sure, maybe I’m not some HUGE fangirl of dick, but what girl IS? 𑁋 I’ve met tons a’straight chicks who say the same thing! It can feel good n’all, doesn’t mean I wanna put my mouth on it! S’gross! Whaddabout you, MISS LOVES DICK apparently. You into sucking it? God. I bet Dewey doesn’t even know how to properly wash it.” Eyes shut tight & palm met forehead with a smack. An attempt to erase those images from her brain. “Wait a sec? Gale Certified Gay? Don’t you gotta be gay yourself ta certify me as gay? Isn’t that gay rules or something?”

          “NNGH…” LOUD GROAN against the reporter’s bony shoulder when she heard her let out a moan, & those tight abdomen muscles twitched beneath fingertips. If Sidney’s nipples hadn’t already been hard, they sure were now. Pelvis subconsciously rocked forward, jean-clad crotch GRINDING ever-so-slightly against that hot ass while hands continued free-roaming. Fingering the band of Gale’s bra & threatening to push beneath it. “Fideli-what?” Whispered HOTLY against the other’s earlobe as fingers probed dangerously close to nipples through lace. Some part of her brain knew exactly what her friend was implying. The drunk part decided to switch that logical, empathetic, guilt-ridden part off for the night. Honestly? She’d already gone too far to forgive herself. She’d already NEED to confess this to Derek. She only hoped he’d be one of those guys who thought girl-on-girl didn’t count as cheating & was hot. Might as well indulge tonight cuz tomorrow was gonna SUCK. (unless gale wanted to keep this a secret? could the reporter keep anything a secret?)

          “Honey?” There is a moment of hesitation as Sidney mulls over the new pet name & decides she doesn’t hate it, “You’ve never called me that before.” So why WAS Gale suddenly calling her cute pet names? She had a strong feeling that it had something to do with the beautiful blonde stranger openly coming onto her. Were they FIGHTING over her? Fingertips absentmindedly ghosted over hard nipples through printed lace. Nails scraping at the sensitive nubs. She was way too drunk to be playing detective, but she was starting to get the feeling that Gale wanted this girl to think the two of them were AN ITEM. “Ohhh…” Finally it clicked. Her you-know-whats were her breasts. Or well, in context with the earlier conversation about them poking into Gale’s back, her nipples. “Shoulda wore a bra, huh?” Sidney was now gazing down at her own chest through glazed-over eyes. “Yup.” Nipples were VERY visible. 

          “C 𑁋 Cute pair?” Admittedly not something anyone had EVER called Sidney’s breasts before. It almost felt like an insult. Like they were super small & adorable. Though, the way the words rolled seductively off the blonde’s tongue & how those eyes DEVOURED HER, she highly doubted that to be the case. “Not so bad yourself.” Sure, they looked fake as fuck, but they looked nice. Money went into them. & Well, Sid had never been so outwardly flirted with by a girl. Tonight was a night for experimentation & learning new things about herself. “Seems like a fair trade. Fine. One dance. N’then we’re finishin’ up our drinks n’gettin’ the hell outta here.” It wasn’t what Gale wanted, but maybe it WAS what Sidney wanted, & it wasn’t like Gale wanted to admit that she WANTED Sidney.  (did that thought process make any sense at all?)  “Uh, yeah. Sidney.” When the drinks were delivered, the college student finally put distance between herself & Gale, grabbing for her drink & taking a long, thick gulp off it. “Mmhmm~” Affirmation was hummed around the rim of the glass, dark eyes meeting the blonde’s alluring blues. “I’m a film student there. S’kinda nice… Never being alone.” A lot of people would have hated sharing a room with another person, but for Sidney, being surrounded by people brought her comfort.  (at least until those people went on killing-sprees) 

xbloodiedxkneesx asked: “ i can’t keep pictures of us on my phone, are you crazy? ” (Sid @ Gale)

Gutpunch from the second the words dropped. She really should've seen this coming... The story of Sid and Gale would forever be the UNTOLD WHISPER amidst the main attraction of GHOSTFACE. That's how this world had to be; Two girls swept up in the KILLING TIDE... Gale had been the one to rebel so tenaciously for so long against their relationship. Had it been denial? Tearing? Or a TALE OF TWO LOVES? Whatever it was, Gale had done everything she could to hide her feelings from Sidney, so petrified she was of being an even worse human than she'd EVER imagined. But of course over the years the roles had reversed. Gale's relationship with Dewey crashed and burned even WITHOUT him ever finding out the truth of Sid & Gale... No matter how much she gave it, he gave up on it mere MONTHS after her dream finally came true. And now she was ALONE and it was SID's turn for HER dreams to come true. Out Of Darkness had been a major success, especially after Jill's crimes. All the while, Gale struggled with inspiration ever since she turned her gaze away from the true stories of Ghostface. Her FICTION had FLOPPED as she struggled through WRITER'S BLOCK and now all she had was an anchorship in New York without an anchor to keep her steady.

Had she chosen wrong?

Her brow scrunched and she took a breath, RECOILING from Sid. "What's it matter anymore? Dewey's gone. GONE. He left me, remember?" And now what? Gale wanted Sidney to leave Mark Kincaid? Without a CARE in the world for how it would effect her three kids? Things had changed. They'd let ships sail past in the night for TWENTY-FIVE YEARS. Gale hadn't just missed the train. Their trains departed their stations TWENTY-ONE YEARS AGO. With a proposal from Dewey and a declaration of love from Mark. "You had no problems keeping pictures of me before you met HIM..." Or rather, before she had THREE KIDS... "Don't act like we lost what we had. You wouldn't even BE HERE with me right now if you believed that for a SECOND." Indeed, here they were, Gale's shirt long discarded, leaving her in a skirt and bra. She never should have asked Sid to record her... This was STUPID... Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why had she thought Sid would suddenly be happy about this? Maybe because Sid had long wanted to record her and Gale... And Gale thought... "Shit..." She shook her head and sank down into Sidney's bed taking a breath and turning her eyes up to the ceiling. "FORGET IT..."

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Wasn't it a bit LATE to worry about moans and getting caught? Ghostface was on the loose and Jill was still waiting for Kirby to get back upstairs to continue SHAUN OF THE DEAD. Deputy Hicks also just so happened to be mid-rounds, and Katie, Jill's mom, was always at large. They were RUNNING OUT OF TIME. And Kirby's shirt was still hanging from her elbows, black bra on display as one hand perched against Sidney's hip, pulling her close, lips pressed up against that SEXY COLLARBONE as her spare hand traced the older woman's HOT AF SCARS with her fingertips. Teeth scraped and she whined out playfully, pouting and giving Sidney the PUPPY DOG EYES. "But where's the fun in that? Come on we might all die tonight, so let's live like there's NO TOMORROW." Eyes held Sid's own as Kirby bit her lips and licked at her teeth, waiting for PERMISSION. "'Sides, weren't you the one telling me to SUCK ON YOUR NECK." Granted, it had been Kirby's idea to break out the WINE COOLERS. (Wine coolers she was SUPPOSED to have taken back upstairs to Jill -- OOPS.)

“Well, when you put it that way, I suppose I shouldn’t be…” But was she even? Like? Had her guard been shattered by the idea of DEWEY saying she had pretty eyes, or the idea that SIDNEY had agreed? What exactly was going on there? Where was the trigger? And for that matter why the HELL was she even taking anything that Drunk Ass Sidney was saying SERIOUSLY? Perhaps it would be a lot harder had Sidney not been one of the most sincere people on the planet. Had she not said the same damn thing errantly and accidentally two years ago… “He told you?!” Gale wasn’t exactly sure she’d call it a DATE at this point. More like a one night stand. Err… A FEW one night stands… They were still largely on HOSTILE TERMS after Gale released her book The Woodsboro Murders. Granted, she hadn’t EXACTLY painted Dewey in the BEST LIGHT but… Still… “Can you stop saying my eyes are pretty.” Pause… “Actually what am I saying, keep going.” Gale Weathers wouldn’t be Gale Weathers without her hyperfixation on GETTING ATTENTION. “Hey, are you okay? You seemed to blank out for a second there.” Had she been thinking of GALE & DEWEY together? Or was that wishful thinking on Gale’s part. WAIT : WISHFUL THINKING?! “O-Of course I’m not blushing.” Yet she continued to avoid Sidney’s gaze like it was the goddamn BUBONIC PLAGUE. “Are you blushing?” Well, they were BOTH blushing. “Hey, shut up.” First time Gale had ever been the one to say that. “Your eyes pretty as fuck, too, now stop putting yourself down. That’s two times tonight. TWO.” She held up two fingers, accidentally flipping off Sid. WHOOPS.

“W-What? Don’t be ridiculous! W-We’re drunk, and we’re not thinking clearly. We’re slurring all our words, stumbling over each other, of course it wasn’t clear whether you meant to FUCK, EAT OUT OR FORGET.” At least, that was the story Gale would stubbornly stick to. I mean, it wasn’t exactly a LIE. They WERE drunk, and Freudian or otherwise, Gale HAD gotten the wrong idea amidst a wave of potential possibilities. …Freudian… Or otherwise. “Duh, otherwise the vast majority of lesbians would just be having oral sex constantl--...” SNORT as Sidney began to mime FUCKING in hand gestures. And here she was calling SID the child here. To save face, she slapped away Sidney’s hands and offered an admonishment. “Come on, we’re better than that!” Still she blushed. Still she laughed. At least she shook her head? “Right! BETTER!!” Yes, she had jumped STRAIGHT onto that out, even if made her stomach TWIST & TURN. “You… Y-You have Derek! A-And I… I… Have… DEWEY!! We’d be AWFUL people to go at it in a public bathroom, REGARDLESS of whether or not I would let you, so there’s no point discussing this any further.” Shit, had just put her foot in it with that one? Please, oh, please, Sidney: LET. IT. DIE. “Didn’t know you were into that sorta--... RIGHT!! To get it on with me in the bathroom, which we would absolutely NOT be doing either way, because we have boyfriends, and WE are GOOD people.” Anxious scrat at the bone of her wrist and she bit her lip. “Although… If you’re not into… DICK… Then… Maybe you should let Derek know.”

WHAT THE FUCK WAS GALE WEATHERS’ PLAY RIGHT NOW?!

“Well you’re not exactly dropping the subject, either, Miss How Great Would It Be To Go At It In The Women’s Bathroom.” She teased back with no small measure of THEATRICS in her head bops as she snickered. “The difference is one means you don’t like the taste of dick, the other means you’re FUCKING GAY. And you, Sidney Prescott, are fucking gay. Certifiable with a capital C. You a Certifiable Gay. Gale Certified Gay.” Visible and audible SHUDDER as the younger girl spoke so… GROTESQUELY about shoving a dick down her throat. “Ugh, can we STOP talking about this for now, for realsies?” At least Sidney had said she didn’t WANT a dick down her throat. “W-What?!” Blush as Sidney propositioned her all over again, as if she’d suddenly developed ACUTE AMNESIA in the last minute and a half and had ALREADY FORGOTTEN their prior agreement. “What happened to DROPPING THIS, Sidney Prescott. What happened to Derek Feldman and Dewey Riley? What happened to NOT BEING GAY?” Well, maybe, and it was just a hunch, call it gut instinct, buttttt if the narration had to hazard a guess, it would suggest that what happened to DROPPING IT, DEREK FELDMAN & NOT BEING GAY was the five minute rant she’d just gone on about Sidney, y’know, BEING GAY and how much she probably should have maybe definitely needed to BREAK UP with Derek as a result. Also the way Sidney had SHIFTED the question had her clit THRUMMING, her panties DRENCHING, and Gale couldn’t help but be on EDGE. 

Beneath that black blouse lay an A-Line skirt and beneath THOSE lay black lace panties and semi-sheer tights with etched floral patterns. Most certainly NOT the thing to wear if she actually DID get turned on. And Jesus Christ was Sid turning her on right about now… The way she clung to Gale’s slender frame and those nails explored EVERY INCH of her toned tummy, scraping along the base of prominent ribs, reaching up and--... “Mmmh… Getting a little CLOSE FOR FIDELITY there Sidney Prescott.” Which, again, TECHNICALLY SPEAKING, Sidney was the only one DIRECTLY BETRAYING a boyfriend right now. Sure, Gale would be betraying feelings for Dewey, and she had ALREADY betrayed Dewey with how she had portrayed him in her book, but they weren’t TOGETHER-TOGETHER. A-And… And it would certainly SEEM like Gale would be betraying her feelings for SIDNEY all the same… Clit ached, pulsed, and thighs pinched together, seeking FRICTION against black frills. “Derek, Sidney, Derek.” Harsh swallow, God how had she NEVER felt so TURNED ON in all her life?

“I don’t think she was talking about US, Sid…” Maybe if she HAD BEEN, Gale might still have made a conscious effort to EXTRICATE Sid’s arms from beneath her shirt, especially in such a PUBLIC PLACE. Could it be, she was actually leaving Sidney to explore her BRA because she needed the EGO LIFT right about now, especially in front of this bitch, this stupid blonde, british, bimbo bitch. Like she somehow needed this bitch to know that she and she alone belonged to Sidney and that there wasn’t room for ANYONE ELSE. Wait, what the fuck was even going through her mind rihgt about now? “No, you were right the first time, honey.” Dark eyes glowered across to the blonde, threatening and possessive. “She’s looking at your YOU KNOW WHATS.” Why was Gale saying that? Sidney had already MISSED the meaning once before. Maybe she was hoping to passive aggressively CLUE HER IN. Maybe she was mad that someone else was looking at Sidney’s hard nipples poking through her shirt right about now. “Hah! In your face your fake ass blonde. By the way, we both agreed earlier that you SMELL LIKE ASS.” Confident smirk, heart leaping, ego jumping up like a RABID DOG as Sidney defended her. Thank God she couldn’t see Sidney’s eyes right now however as she CONTINUED to dangle from her spine. “No, you can’t have one more drink, you can’t handle, you’ve not BEEN handling it, Sid.” But Sid had other plans, pulling away and flashing her a Grade A PUPPY DOG STARE that tugged at heartstrings.

“Oooh, my bad, I didn’t realize you were here to FIGHT HER BATTLES for her.” Rebekah continued to tease, and continued to sow seeds of CHAOS. She’d suffered a great deal in life, largely at the hands of her abusive father and hyper possessive brother. But she had her own little SADISTIC STREAK, and boy was it fun to PISS PEOPLE OFF. “Don’t mention it, though maybe if you don’t want me insulting The Midwife With A Midlife Crisis here, don’t insult me based entirely on my looks?” Brow raises, lips parsed, putting the question over to the other girl. “And if you don’t want me looking at your TITS, darling, then maybe don’t put such a CUTE PAIR on display right in front me under the spotlight.” She glanced up at the lights, bit her tongue and smirked. “Fine.” She sighed, more of BOREDOM than anything. “No more old people jokes. But I believe it’s only customary to share a DANCE with the chick who bought you a drink~...” She glanced back at the bar keep. “Make the rum and coke a double, we all deserve to go out with a BANG.” A moment passed between them and without question or another thought, he began to pour. “Great, now that that’s out of the way, she said your name was SID? And you live in the dorms of Windsor College? Y’know my family paid for that college, right?” Granted, her family had paid for A GREAT MANY THINGS in their travels over the years. “So what do you say, Miss Sid, can I have this last dance?” Eyes flickered between the two and she smirked. Had to get her thrills from SOMEWHERE before her brother came to lock her away for another short eternity.

“Wait, hold up, the MIDWIFE?” Gale pushed away from Sidney, tensions flaring, bitch was about to get a PUNCH if she wasn’t careful. “Excuse me, I am NO ONE’S midwife and I am most CERTAINLY NOT having a midlife crisis!” Though, granted she was presently dancing and getting drunk at a bar with a girl nearly HALF her age. For most that would count as a midlife crisis. “And excuse me, the agreement was a RUM & COKE, we don’t need her getting any more drunk than she already is. And SIDNEY knows better than to go dancing with strange bitches she met at a bar. Don’t you, Sidney?” Gale glanced across to her, expectantly, this was indeed one of those times where Sidney only had ONE right answer on the table. “Well? Come on, we got our drinks, let’s just get out of here and get you home…” Because DEAR GOD was something about this whole situation SCARING Gale right about now…

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          “Are y'really surprised Dewey would say somethin’ like that?” Sidney was well-beyond the point of intoxication. INHIBITIONS? 𑁋 WHAT WERE THOSE AGAIN? Fully-fleshed, cognizant sentences? Right out the window. Bartender musta gone a little heavy on the liquor side of their cocktails.  (or maybe she really was just that bad at handling it)  At this point, thoughts were SPILLING OUT of her head in chaotic strings of jumbled words, slurs, & giggles. “Didn’t the two of you guys, like, date? Or somethin’? I mean he said y’were his FIRST. I’d sure as hell hope he thinks your eyes’re pretty. Which they ARE.” Slightest pang of jealousy & a twist of her gut when she thought about how Gale had taken Dewey’s virginity. When he’d told her, she’d congratulated him, of course. She loved him & she truly did want him & Gale to be happy. If that was together? Then she supported it. All the support in the world didn’t stop the weird little nauseating feeling it caused. Back then, she’d assumed it was SELFISH ENVY on her part. They had a seemingly perfect relationship when hers had just gone to total shit. On top of that, they & Randy were the last remaining survivors from her original friend group.  (well gale hardly counted in that group)  Jealousy seemed a natural, if not petty, reaction & she’d easily kicked it aside. Issue was, now SHE was in a seemingly perfect relationship with Derek. She’d made NEW friends at college. Yet, there was that feeling again. Was starting to worry her. “Is Gale Weathers actually BLUSHING?” Sidney laughed & prodded at the older woman’s flushed cheek. If she weren’t careful, in her drunken stupor, she might poke one of those pretty eyes out. “I mean, DUH. You’re eyes’re so fucking pretty. ‘Specially compared ta mine.” Hers were just well, you know, BROWN. 

          LIPS TANGLED DEVILISHLY 𑁋 “Right.” Gale had walked her hot ass right into this one. Brows lifted playfully & eyes sparkled with mirth, “I dunno Gale, sounds an awful lot like a Freudian Slip.” With the way the other was acting, Sidney was seriously beginning to question the validity of her “straight-card.” Over the last two years, she’d watched Gale & Dewey flirt on more than one occasion & in every instance the reporter was IN CHARGE & the deputy was a fumbling buffoon. Yet, when it came to the two women, it was like the roles were reversed. & Now that she was thinking about it, it had been that way since back in Woodsboro. A single compliment from Sidney Prescott had the confident egomaniac tripping over words & blushing up a storm. “Are they technically the same thing? HUH. Guess they do call it oral sex n’all. Just always thought fucking someone involved, y’know~” Sid made a circle with her left hand & poked into it with the index-finger of her right. “EXACTLY! I have Derek n’ you’ve got Dewey! We shouldn’t be talking about how great it would be to go at it in that bathroom!” OH DEAR GOD. Sidney really needed to go back to the dorm before she made A HUGE MISTAKE. Did she seriously just suggest having sex with Gale Weathers in the bathroom of a skeezy club would be GREAT? What had gotten into her? Had the bartender spiked her drink? “Didn’t know I what?” Smirk momentarily faltered & brows dented, “Propositioning you? 𑁋 Ohhh you mean ta get it on in the bathroom? Of course not! I have a boyfriend, remember?”  (of course she did, they were just talking about him)

          “Tha’snot dropping the subject Gale.” SIDNEY SCOLDED, TEASINGLY. “Blowjobs. Dicks. What’s the difference?” WAIT. Had she just subconsciously admitted to not being into dick?  (talk about a freudian slip)  “Look, Dick’s fine n’all. Gets the job done. I just 𑁋 I dunno shovin’ one down my throat?” The disgusted look on her face said it all. “YES. GALE.” Emphasis on each word. “Would’ja lemme 𑁋 nah screw that. Would’ja WANT me ta eat you out in the bathroom? Or in general? Doesn’t hafta be in a bathroom.”

          “My you-know-whats?” Confused mumble into the reporter’s shoulder sent heated breath rushing down that slender throat. “I dunno whats.” That wasn’t English, but hopefully it got the point across. Fingers dug into the crevices of tensed abdomen muscles & Sidney couldn’t stop the next words from spilling over her lips, “Damn Gale, you been working out?” In the MOST INVASIVE WAY POSSIBLE, Sidney admired the older woman’s toned stomach. Dainty digits crawling up, poking & prodding at skin & muscles. Bite of her lip as she continued pushing limits, hands inching their way up toward the band of Gale’s bra.  (because unlike her, the other was actually wearing one)  

          “Quite the pair? Y’hear that, Gale. Nice British bimbo lady thinks we make quite the pair.” Maybe DON’T call her a bimbo to her face, Sid? FUCK. Even completely shitfaced, she had the common decency to internally kick herself & to outwardly apologize. “Shit. Sorry. You aren’t a bimbo. I shouldn’ta said that.” Brows knit together & the inebriated brunette followed the blonde’s eyes downward, “What’re ya lookin’ at?” PROTECTIVE INSTINCT KICKED IN 𑁋 No one hurt the people she cared about. & While she knew that Gale could, & already WAS handling her own, Sidney felt a need to also lay down the law, “Hey. Lay off with the old people jokes.” Tone was stern.  (stern as possible considering the copious amount of liquor coursing through her veins)  “She’s only thirty-four n’she looks DAMN. GOOD.” Hands were still stuffed up the reporter’s shirt. For all her defensiveness, Sidney couldn’t deny that it felt kinda nice being blatantly hit on by this GORGEOUS BLONDE. Ravenous lust-darkened eyes drank in every exposed inch of the stranger, for what had to be the tenth time tonight. Maybe Gale was right about her having a thing for her? Still wasn’t gonna let her get away with bullying her friend.

          GRUMBLE & A LONG WHINE 𑁋 “C’mooooon, lemme have just one more drink. I can handle it. Promise.” Bottom lip poked out & she attempted to flash Gale the puppy-dog eyes. Truth be told, deep down, Sidney KNEW that the other was right. She was well past her limit. She shouldn’t be drinking anymore. She should go back to the dormitory, crawl into bed & sleep herself into a hangover. But, she also never wanted to leave. “Kay, how ‘bout this. One more drink of the alcoholic variety n’then we get a cab back to the dorm?” 

secret relationship .

painful

“ it’s — getting a bit out of hand now. ”

“ i don’t think i can keep this up much longer. ”

“ i’m getting tired of hiding…”

“ it sucks that i can’t kiss you in public. ”

“ how much longer do i have to keep swallowing my desires for you. ”

“ are you sure we will — ? ”

“ do you think we’ll ever… be a couple-couple ? ”

“ sometimes i’m just scared that you’re just using me. ”

“ it’s starting to dawn on me that… the reason you might not want to come out about this is because you don’t really love me—”

“ is this a joke to you?”

“ i deleted all our texts. ”

“ i can’t keep pictures of us on my phone, are you crazy? ”

“ if anyone sees us i won’t know what to do. ”

“ sometimes it feels like i am the only one doing an effort here… ”

provoked

“ aren’t we suppose to be a thing ? why are you flirting then ?”

“ sometimes it feels like i am the only one doing an effort here —”

“ you sure seem to be good at ignoring the fact that we’re together. ”

“ okay no — i can’t handle the way they keep staring at you. ”

“ if they don’t stop hitting you up i’ll end up hitting them down. ”

“ don’t you see any pride in the marks i left on you ? ”

“ is this a joke to you — ?!”

“ stop that — we’re in public. ”

“ no, not until we get home. ”

“ you know i can’t do this out here — stop it!”

“ could TRY to show that you’re a little worried about this ???”

steamy

“ d—-don’t make me moan, i don’t want anyone to catch us… ”

“ everyone is downstairs… ~ take your pants off ”

“ shhh…. ~ it’ll be fine baby, no one will hear us ”

“ so what ? ~ if they see us coming out together we’ll figure something out…”

“ i’m gonna leave so many hickeys on you… show everyone that you’re taken… ”

“ i missed your scent…”

“ it feels so good — being close to again… ”

“ i’ve been thinking — about this the entire day… ”

“ ~ sit back and let me spoil you… you went an entire day without touching me… ”

“ kiss me… and don’t let me go ”

“ you’re like a forbidden fruit when i can’t touch you ~ kind of sexy ”

innocent

“ i can’t wait to show you off to the entire world… ”

“ we’ll be the cutest couple in existence, someday ”

“ when we come out i’m going to drown you kisses every day ”

“ ~ if we carve our initials in a tree no one will know ”

“ no one will notice if we hold hands under the table ~ ”

“ one day… we’ll be able to kiss like everyone else ”

“ i long for the day i get to hug you in the open ”

xbloodiedxkneesx asked: So gale, all those 10 years married to Dewey did he ever fuck you as good as Sid?

JAW DROPPED.

Although, perhaps, such a saying wasn't the most effective at describing Gale's current predicament, perhaps if we were comparing the TENSION such a question brought to anything dropping... The right turn of phrase would be that one could hear a PENNY DROP the second the question was fielded to the reporter. And her heart leapt into her throat, stomaching knotting, a pensive mix of GUILT & LUST tangling up her intestines, making her feel SICK & HORNY at the same time. Gaze VEHEMENTLY AVOIDED the other's, eyes glancing down as she took deep breaths, licking dry lips and taking harsh gulps in attempts to WET HER THROAT.

How the Hell was she supposed to answer this question? Gale had been happily married to Dewey for a FULL DECADE before their untimely breakup in New York. But the truth had to be said, well, had to be swallowed down and buried under a MURAL OF DENIAL, like bodies under the patio... Those moments with Sidney? When their blood-alcohol content dipped into DANGEROUS TERRITORY, and Sidney was SLAMMING her back against the wall, viciously HIKING UP her skirt and careless RIPPING HER PANTIES TO SHREDS? Those tense circles, those knuckle deep drilling, the way she'd sink canines to PUNCTURE without a care in the world... Dewey was... GENTLE... And maybe a little AIMLESS? Like, he meant well, and he tried SO HARD to please Gale within the heavy restrictions of vanilla marriage. But he wasn't exactly the ADVENTUROUS TYPE, nor was he the kind of person to just... TAKE YOU.

Gale had no idea where Sidney had gotten this side of her from. Maybe it was genetic, stemming from Maureen's own INSATIABLE AROUSAL. Or perhaps it had been inspired by the ever-present threat and reminder of what people like BILLY LOOMIS & STU MACHER always desired to do to her? Was it all a singular control mechanism? To PROTECT HERSELF? Or was it something... ELSE... Entirely? Did Sidney Prescott have her own monster hidden deep within? Was it that monster that had so stubbornly kept her alive all this time? It had to be questioned. Especially given the stories. First she dresses up as Ghostface, calling Billy and Stu before dropping a TV on Stu's head. THEN she stabs Billy half to death. Then blows his brains out. Then psychologically manipulates Cotton Weary to blow the brains out of Billy's mom. THEN she uses an electric defibrillator to fry the brain of her very own cousin. And THEN she sets a bitch on fire? Now there was surviving and there was SURVIVING. Granted, Gale ALSO happened to enable and enjoy most of said kills. But...

Shit, she was biting her lip now, and shuffling, rubbing together her thighs. This was NOT supposed to be turning her on... She was SUPPOSED to be finding excuses for Dewey Riley... So that she could at least JUSTIFY her sexual preferences and not feel so BAD about enjoying sex with someone else more than she'd enjoyed it with her own husband. And that wasn't just some bullshit spiteful ONE UPMANSHIP kinda deal. This wasn't just her getting back at Dewey for abandoning her in New York. No, she'd felt like this THROUGHOUT the relationship. Hell, for God's Sake, she'd FUCKED SIDNEY FUCKING PRESCOTT even when she was still married to Dewey. A few times she'd done so MALICIOUSLY. (Fucking Judy.) The truth was... Gale was a BAD PERSON. Even now... She'd outgrown a lot of mistakes. But she'd also made a lot of new ones.... Not that she meant to call Sid a MISTAKE... Or to suggest she REGRETTED IT for any single second... Just... "I'm sorry, I'm not taking interviews at this time..." But her eyes told the story as she ducked the question, ducked the interviewer and got the FUCK out of dodge...

• Sidney Prescott in Scream (2022)

Tatum was just as loyal to Sidney as Stu was to Billy.

“TOTALLY?” Gale’s word fell with a teasing mirth as her eyebrows raised derisively. “You certainly weren’t TALKING like you knew it. Actually it sounded A LOT LIKE a Freudian Slip.” Wait, was Gale really suggesting that Sidney had a THING-THING for her? Y’know, beyond all those awkward and intense sexual lingerings that TOTALLY weren’t happening right now. “I don’t give a shit what her fake ass tits are doing.” Genuinely. Gale just wanted her friend’s attention back on HER-GODDAMN-SELF. (But why though?) Not that Sidney seemed to have any intention of that, continuing to talk about how she could see EVERYTHING the other girl had on display prompting Gale to let out a sigh and SNAP her fingers in front of Sid’s eyes, wrapping an arm around her neck and gesturing across. “Okay, look, all it takes is a crop top that’s three sizes too small, a lifetime supply of daddy issues and about five k worth of breast implants. Does that answer your question?” YES. Gale really was getting upset now. “So, what? You actually wanted ME to think about it, too? How would that make YOU feel, HUH, SID?” Name dropped with a bitter edge; Telltale signs of tensions rising and feelings getting HURT. Gale would blame it on the alcohol, and maybe that was part of it, but… But even Drunk Gale doubted that VERY MUCH.

“Oh, now we’re talkin’, have at ‘em.” Okay, that might have sounded A TAD SARCASTIC, but that didn’t mean Gale didn’t genuinely MEAN IT; She just… Always had her SHIELDS UP when it came to this kinda shit. “Well…” Eyes widened and she nodded her head in thought. “You could start withhhhhhh…” BLUSH. “Th-That…” Harsh swallow. “D-Dewey really said that? A-And… And you…” BLUSH DEEPENED. “You agree… With him, I mean, like…” Lick her dry lips and she took a breath, trying to recollect herself, and suddenly they were back in ‘96… And Sidney was telling her that she looked FUCKING AMAZING. AS. ALWAYS. She glanced down, ran a hand through her hair and brushed it back behind her ear. Just what EXACTLY was it that drove Gale to such schoolgirl reactions? To a CHILD at that. Okay, a college girl, but… She’d been complimented before, right? Hell, she was FAMOUS NOW. …Kinda… She was kinda famous now... To quote Rex Horton: “Weathers’ book is as thorough as she was attractive.” So, again, why did SIDNEY’s compliments MATTER SO MUCH? Maybe because they were the only ones that felt REAL these days. Hers and Dewey’s at least… “You’re damn right I did!” Emphasis spoken out in an attempt to cover up her embarrassment. And maybe she REALLY needed to ignore the way Sidney had let out a sexy little hum of… PLEASURE? AROUSAL? “Mmmnh~... And don’t you ever forget it. Sidney and Gale are the biggest, badasses, bitches, in all of Woodsboro.” California? THE WORLD OVER?

Still, she could play pretend, but when Sidney’s eyes darkened like that, and she smiled that way, and just kind of… WATCHED HER… Like prey to an eagle… She felt cracks in her guard, and shuffled nervously in place. One hand reached up to scratch at her collarbone. GODDAMN, was it getting hot in here or was it just her? Hand slipped across to scratch at her arm. “R-Right. I totally knew that…” Please, for the love of God, Sidney, don’t turn that on her. “Why would you be talking about EATING ME OUT or HAVING SEX WITH ME in the… Girl’s… Bathroom… I mean those are TECHNICALLY the same thing anyway. And you. You have… DEREK… And I… I have… Well I don’t, but… Dewey’s… NICE… Right?” And yet for all those lingering affections toward Dewey, it wasn’t HIS HEAD between her legs in her mind right now… Another breath, and that blush spread from cheek to collar, disappearing beneath that itty bitty black blouse. “W-Would I--...?” Umm. “Uhh…” BLUSH DARKENED. Jesus, she must have looked like a CHEETO right about now. “Y-You… Would you… Want to? I-I mean, why else would you be asking? You, I didn’t know, you… You…” SWUNG THAT WAY. (She didn’t know she swung that way, either.) “Why are you licking your lips like that, and…” FREEZE UP. “A-Are you… PROPOSITIONING ME right now?” It certainly SEEMED that way…

“R-Right, right, okay, I REALLY think it's about time we drop this little subject…” Why? Because Sidney had her cunt ACHING, pictures in her mind she never thought she’d EVER have? Because things were starting to get a little TOO REAL? Or was it all just because the topic had suddenly turned to the idea of Sidney on her knees, running her tongue along that DUMB. JOCK’S. STUPID. COCK. Okay, yeah, it was most DEFINITELY the latter. Oh, God, would Sid be smart enough to realize that? Hopefully not. She was DRUNK after all. And not just a little bit drunk. Bitch was drunk OUT. OF. HER. MIND. “W-Wait, you’re not into blowjobs? Or dick? Because you certainly seem to be PERFECTLY FINE eating ME OUT.” WHY ON EARTH DID SHE JUST BRING THAT TOPIC BACK AROUND. “Answer what question? Would I let you eat me out in the bathroom? And stop calling me that!” Another SMACK of Sidney’s arm as they walked toward the bar. Note how Gale made no effort to follow up or answer the question at hand, merely letting her admonishment HOPEFULLY distract her again. (Her distractions were decidedly becoming less clever, however.)

“Whoa!!” The way Sid dropped all her body on the back of Gale nearly sent her CAREENING FORWARD, and it was a small miracle she didn’t go over on her heels, maybe snap them in the process. But she somehow caught herself-- …BARELY. “Uhh, Sid, are those your… YOU. KNOW. WHAT'S… Poking into my back…?” As if that question would even matter by the time Sidney’s hands SLIPPED UNDERNEATH Gale’s top, nails scraping against toned stomach. A stomach that tensed up on contact, clit pulsating PAINFULLY as Sid’s nails were met with firm muscle. Girl had been working out ever since the first Woodsboro massacre. …Okay, that was kind of CYNICAL… To assume it would only be the FIRST. But then weren’t both girls being cynical by those standards? After all, Sidney Fucking Prescott still largely avoided alcohol. And while tonight MIGHT have been a big reason why… At least part of it was out of FEAR… The same fear that pushed Gale to keep up her fitness. So she could at least put up a FIGHT if shit ever went bad ever again… “Yeah, you might be a big girl, but you’re also drunk outta your--...” SIGH. “And the monkey’s found her keys again.” 

Well, wasn’t that quite the coincidence? Rebekah finally got away from her SUFFOCATING FAMILY (Read: Brother.) for the first time in a month, and just as she started looking for SOMETHING TO DO, here came this girl with a LOOK IN HER EYES, the kind that said she’d just DEVOUR SOMEONE if given the chance. And yet… She also had just the right amount of ditziness to her, accidentally shouting at the top of her lungs upon noticing her. Or maybe it was NO ACCIDENT AT ALL? Bite of her lip, she smirked and offered a wink. …And a drink. And her own hungry eyes flicked down to take note of Sidney’s LACK OF BRA. “Quite the pair.” No, she wasn’t talking about the 34 year old with her. “Question is, why did you bring them out with Betty White, here?” She pouted mockingly. “Seems an awful waste, dear.” Glance toward the bartender, catching his eyes and tilting her head, playing INNOCENT. (Playing as if he ever stood a chance.) “A Margarita for grandma here. I’ll take another Gin and Tonic, aaaand… A RUM & COKE for the pretty lady.” 

“Um, excuse me? Betty White? GRANDMA? And who the Hell do you think you are? Shit, even my director wouldn’t cast you to get your tits out and die at the start of Stab. Talk about TRASH.” The blonde, however, seemed largely unimpressed or offended by Gale’s attacks. Maybe they only served to tell the other girl that her own attacks had hit DEEP. The way those ruby lips smirked and Rebekah glanced back to Sidney. This was so not happening right now. “Hey, I said she was getting a COKE. No rum.” She turned to the bartender. “No rum, you hear me?” He stuttered and nodded. But with how drunk and stubborn and bratty Sidney was being right now, she might just have RE-CORRECTED HIM HERSELF… And who knew what this spelled for tonight with the bimbo squirming her way into the mix. “We really should just go, Sid… There’s better places with… Better people…”

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          “Right. Right. Figuratively. I totally knew that.” Tone of voice & the intoxicated giggle that followed told otherwise. Gale wasn’t wrong. Sidney really did need to be cut off. That didn’t mean she wanted to be. She was having way too much fun right now. & She was STILL STARING at the fake blonde with tits spilling out of her tiny little crop-top. “How do her boobs do that?” As a small-chested girl, she’d barely even needed to wear a bra. She couldn’t imagine having breasts so HUGE they could barely fit in her shirt. “Y'can pretty much see everything. Why even wear a shirt?” Blunt commentary in an almost judgmental tone. She’d never really liked those types of girls. It was one of the main reasons she’d always HATED scary movies. “Aw. Now I want ice cream and hugs.” Bottom-lip poked out in a pout for a moment, before inebriated smile returned to her face. Eyes bloodshot & FRECKLED FLESH burning bright red. “Duh I’m thinkin’ about it. You asked me a question. Sheeesh.” In a sober state, Sidney would have caught onto the fact that Gale wasn’t asking because she actually wanted her to deliberate. This was one of those SPECIAL KINDS of questions. Y’know, the kind you’re supposed to lie to your significant other about no matter what. WAIT? SIGNIFICANT OTHER? 

          “Kay. Then lemme help you with your insecurities. What d'ya need me ta do?” Attention had turned away from the sorority slut & glossed over eyes landed on those beautiful blues. “God. Dewey was right. You do have pretty eyes.” Did that HELP with the reporters insecurities? She hadn’t a clue. But, it was the first thought that had popped into her head when she saw them. Thanks to the liquor in her system it had popped right out of her head. “Mmmn~” Another soft hum while she ADMIRED the older woman. Tomorrow, she’d ask her roommate at the dorms to remind her to NEVER drink around Gale Weathers again, because THIS was a disaster waiting to happen. “You’re right. You saved my ass. Twice. Thanks for that. You’re such a bad bitch.” Words were slurred & theatric, but they weren’t disingenuous. She owed the woman standing in front of her, HER LIFE. & That wasn’t some metaphorical symbol of loyalty. No. Gale had literally saved her right before Billy delivered the finishing blow. If it weren’t for her…Sidney Prescott would be… NO. MORE. 

          SMIRK STRETCHED & MISCHIEF DANCED IN LUST-DARKENED EYES 𑁋 Reporter was digging herself a hole & she didn’t even realize it yet. How amusing. & Adorable. (wait? adorable? what? gale weathers?)  “If I had ta guess, you wouldn’t lemme eat’cha out in the bathroom…Either…? Probably?” Film student sang smugly. “But I was talkin’ about you never letting me FORGET about you. Seems you got other, NAUGHTIER, things on your mind.” & Now inquisitive, intoxicated minds needed to know, “Would you?” Eyes narrowed & tongue darted subconsciously across her lips to wet them.  (or maybe because she was fantasizing about shoving that very same tongue deep inside of 𑁋)  “Let me? Eat y’out? Or fuck you?” CLIT PULSED & THROBBED PAINFULLY. “In the bathroom?” Another agonizing thrum. Shift of her position in an attempt to alleviate some of the friction building between freckled thighs. Only made things worse as WET & STICKY panties rubbed against her hot aching cunt. “In…” Nod toward the bathrooms, “THAT bathroom? How would y'want me ta do it?” 

          “HEY!! I’ve licked it a few times.” Was talking about licking Derek’s cock TMI? Absolutely. But, Gale was the one who was judging her for not going down on the guy. & She’d had enough of calling men who WAITED for her to be READY, patient. Derek was a good guy. He showed very few psychotic tendencies. He was patient & he’d never once pushed her for sex. (unlike billy) “Doesn’t really count though, does it? I dunno…Just not really into that sorta thing I guess. ANYWAYS. Enough with your clever distractions. Answer the question, Miss Weathers~”  

          “MMMHMM~?” With heels on, Gale was about the same height as Sidney, who was now resting her full body weight against her & perching chin upon one of those bony shoulders. Chest pressed into back. NIPPLES HARD.  (this was one of those nights she shoulda wore a bra, huh?)  Fingers slipped unknowingly beneath the hem of the other’s top. Nails scraping lightly across skin. “Nnn~ Don’t need a coke. M’a big girl 𑁋 Hey s’that girl again!” Sidney really needed to locate her INDOOR VOICE. Blonde bimbo noticed immediately & shot the two of them a flirtatious wink. Showing off a good bit of cleavage. Was it at the two of them or was it only at one of them? Before she knew what was happening, the stranger was introducing herself & offering to put their drinks on her tab. Again, was it THEIR drinks or just Sidney’s? 

My girlfriend kicking life's ass right about now, taking her accounts back and working with her family to figure shit out. Making me so proud <3 I love her so fucking much <3 <3 <3

“FIGURATIVELY, Sidney. How drunk are you? I think it’s time we actually cut you off.” With fifteen years experience over the younger collegiate, Gale’s liver had been WELL-TRAINED, as had her pre-drink rituals. Suffice to say, she was at least… SEMI-COGNIZANT… That didn’t mean her inhibitions weren’t sufficiently LOWERED to a point of making MISTAKES, it just meant that tomorrow she’d still REMEMBER THEM, while Sidney would likely wake up with zero recollection of EVERYTHING that happened past the third round of shots. Still, as she correct the other girl, a part of her brain, this monster within her, couldn’t help but admit that FUCKING SIDNEY may not have sounded as bad as it should have. A point of denial for Gale for the last two years, it would seem… Gale had been suppressing… URGES toward Sidney ever since the first massacre… “Yes, caring, I’m allowed to say I do that now, right?” Her own lips curled with what one might call PLAYFULNESS matching Sidney’s own gentle barb. They’d reached a point in their friendship? They’d reached a point in their knowing of each other that such things had LOST THEIR THORNS, so to speak. “Sidney, I’m thirty-four years old, and a journalist, I do what I can. You have a dad you can call if you want hugs and ice cream.” (Okay, but, unironically, why did that actually sound kinda nice?) “And you’re STILL looking at her.” Gentle RAP of Gale’s knuckles against Sidney’s arm, bidding once more for her attention. “Seriously, what’s wrong with you? It’s like you’re starting to OBSESS OR SOMETHING.” Okay, now Gale was definitely being dramatic and, uhh… How did Sid put it? Making headlines out of nothing? She didn’t remember. She might have been LESS drunk than Sidney, but that didn’t mean she WASN’T still drunk…

“Yes. YOU. A thing. For HER. Did I st-st-st-st-stutter?” Honestly, with how much she’d drank tonight, that was actually a very real possibility Gale was entertaining. Eyes widened, like that of a HAWK locked onto its PREY, just lying in wait for an answer. But they sank soon after, her frame dropping back, shoulder slumped, head shaking. “You’re actually thinking about it aren’t you? UN. BELIEVABLE.”  But why did it MATTER? Why was it so important that Sidney not like THIS GIRL? She was dating Derek. Hell, she’d FUCKED Derek. What made this bitch so special? Maybe that was it… Maybe that was EXACTLY it… Maybe this bitch was so special because if Sidney liked her, that meant Sidney liked GIRLS, and… She shook her head. NOT THE TIME, BRAIN. “Oh, don’t you DARE go there right now, Sid.” First time vitriol actually EXPLODED out of the journalist tonight. Like, it had been building. Building. Building. Building. BUILDING. But this was the BIG BANG!! “We both have our fair share of insecurities and you know it.” First Sid accuses her of finding her more attractive. Then she spends the night oggling her. THEN she won’t SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT HER. Then she GENUINELY considers whether or not she wanted to FUCK HER and now THIS? “The difference is that I’m trying to HELP YOU with yours, and you are being a BRAT.” 

Harsh breath and Gale locked eyes with Sidney, MAKING DAMN SURE she couldn’t turn that gaze back over to that blonde BIMBO. “W-Wait… W-What…?” Good defense. Good. Defense. Gale Weathers. All it had taken was that GROWL at the back of Sid’s throat, deep in her chest and-- And… “W-Why are you--...?” Gale froze up. How had Sidney just went from ATTACKING HER to… To… To THIS? Whatever the fuck THIS was. “You’re damn right you won’t forget me, Sidney. I saved your ass TWICE.” But Sid didn’t EXACTLY seem to be listening. Not the same way she usually did, at least. Rather, that smirk came paired with spheric zirconias shrinking in, darkening, beechwood hues disappearing into darker mahoganies. “Like I’d ever let you do WHAT? F-Fuck me? Eat me out in the bathroom?” Gale’s own nails began to fiddle and scrape, scratching at fingertips and the inside of her palms as they clammed up and her joints FLEXED. “N-Not since… My… College… Days…” Though, she still had NO INTENTION of settling down any time soon. “Wait, you’ve NEVER gone down on a guy? Wow, that Derek is a PATIENT MAN.” Why did Gale keep INSISTING on putting her foot in her mouth? Could it be SABOTAGE? Something frightening in her? Or was it SIDNEY? Was Sidney SCARING HER right now? Or maybe she was just scared of how EXHILARATING this whole thing felt… 

Things were getting out of hand and if Gale didn’t make a move soon, they’d start entering into some VERY dangerous territory that only ended one way: Gale Weathers either HURTING or TAKING ADVANTAGE OF a girl fifteen years her junior that she’d known since she was a TEENAGER. That she’d SPECIFICALLY gotten to know because said girl’s mother had been BRUTALLY raped and killed in front of her. Said girl who ALSO had her virginity cheated out of her by said rapist and killer before he got RAPEY WITH and ATTEMPTED TO KILL Sidney… Yeah, that was fucked up in twenty six different ways… So Gale took off toward the bar, hoping to break the current sequence of events and avoid CATASTROPHE. Sidney gave chase -- THANK GOD -- And-- “Whoa! Easy there, sai-- SIDNEY?!” Eyes widened in shock. When she’d felt an arm SLITHER around her waist, she’d assumed it had been some dumb guy trying to get LUCKY, she had in no way expected to turn her head and find herself BODY TO BODY & HIP TO HIP with SIDNEY. FUCKING. PRESCOTT. “Okay, yeah, we’re getting you a coke, and me a margarita and then we’re taking you home.” SHE COULD ONLY HOPE. Still, despite her apparent shock, her own hand had slipped around Sidney’s waist in turn. And Gale hadn’t even noticed… Reaching the bar she--... Tried to call for the order, but a certain BUXOM BLONDE BIMBO may have stolen the attention of the barkeep. AAAAAND in doing so reminded Gale that she was indeed not a college slut with her tits hanging out. “Shit…”

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          “Fuck you? N’who said ‘nything about fucking you?” Words tumbled over lips forming a SLURRED & JUMBLED MESS of a sentence. Could Gale even comprehend what she was saying at this point? From Sidney’s POV, she sounded perfectly concise & cogent. Then again, she’d only recently started drinking, & she still didn’t know her limits or understand how her body reacted to these types of things. Back in High School, she’d always been the GOODY-GOODY. The designated driver who took all of her shitfaced friends home after they got wasted at Stu’s house. & Ever since that night…At that very same house…She’d found herself terrified to break ANY of the rules Randy had laid out for them. Rule number two; In order to survive a horror movie, you should NEVER drink or do drugs. But it had been two years & Sidney was in college now. She was finally loosening up to the idea of having a little fun. Going out to bars & even having sex. ANYWAY, the point was, she couldn’t handle her liquor & she likely looked a total fool to Gale right about now. (hopefully the reporter was just as intoxicated) 𑁋 Sidney couldn’t help but laugh. She snorted just a little into her now empty glass. “CARING?” More laughter followed. Toothy grin showing. Dimples caving into cheeks as she leant against the table. Eyes still transfixed on the blonde bimbo dancing her way across the room. “Since when do you care? N’is that how ya do it? ‘Cause it sure as hell didn’t sound like CARING. Sounded more like you were judgin’ me. Kinda like how you’re doin’ right now.” (was that a proper sentence?)

          “ME!? A thing for HER!?” Another wild wave of her hand in the stranger’s direction. Brow dented & she paused momentarily to contemplate the idea. She’d never really thought about being INTO girls before. I mean, there had always been this really weird TENSION between Gale & her & she’d always thought she was SUPER HOT. & Maybe, she’d had a wet dream about her once. (or twice) But that didn’t mean she was gay 𑁋 She’d had multiple boyfriends! She had a boyfriend right now! Oh God, she had a boyfriend right now! Did thinking these thoughts count as cheating on Derek!? 

          “JEEZ. Talk about sensitive. You’re right. You are soooo not insecure. Not one teeny, tiny bit. Nope. Not Gale Weathers.” Drawled in a mocking, & damn near caustic manner. If Gale thought she was going to sling barbs with no recoil when slinging them at Sidney Fucking Prescott, she had another thing coming. 

          “Mmmmm~” Throaty hum rumbled in her chest. Smile only stretching into what took on an eerie similarity to A DEVILISH SMIRK. “Never forget you, Gale.” Breathy snicker, nails clacked across the empty glass. Eyes darkened considerably as she drank in every inch of her friend. ENEMY? Who the Hell knew anymore. They were bonded for life in TRAGEDY & there wasn’t anything thicker than that. “Like you’d ever let me do that.” Incisors sunk into her full bottom-lip, ends curling up into a more prominent smirk, “I dunno Gale. DO YOU make a habit of it? I only say it ‘cause I doubt that girl’s the kind who wants ta’settle down any time soon.” BLUSH OF HER OWN, though she could easily blame it on the alcohol in her system, “What? N-No of course not! I’ve never even gone down on a guy before, let alone a girl!” (she’d also never had a guy go down on her) She needed to find her sober voice, because people were staring & she was being WAY TOO LOUD. “Does sound kinda fun, doesn’t it?” It took Sidney’s sluggish brain a moment to catch up, & by the time she had Gale was already heading for the bar. “Shit! Yeah, m’coming!” Trip over boots & she stumbled after the reporter. Subconsciously wrapping an arm around her waist to stabilize herself. 

“Yeah, well… I…” She swallowed down a lump in her throat and took a size, turning her gaze upward, avoiding Sidney’s gaze out of something resembling SHAME. “You’re right, some of those publications were…” Pause as she worked her brain to figure out the EXACT RIGHT WORDS, tempering humility with pride. “VITRIOLIC… With… Headlines entirely designed to MAKE A SPLASH…” And what? She’d actually somehow CHANGED since then? If so why the fuck was she even here? Chasing the same old headlines in the same old town? “If you’re looking for a real, true to heart apology, Sidney, I can’t give you one.” Probably not the thing to say, nor what Sidney wanted to hear, but… “I’ve still got a career ahead of me. And I’m gonna make more mistakes. But I DO regret that headline. If that’s worth anything.”

That might have sounded like a copout, and maybe it was, maybe Sidney or Dewey could make her SEE just how much of a copout it was, but… But to Gale, in this time of uncertainty, she wanted to avoid making as MANY absolute promises and apologies as possible. Because she honestly didn’t know if she could keep them. Who knew what these next few days would have in store for them. Shit, she could get gutted tonight, for all she knew. (Maybe that should be seen as reason enough to apologize now, while she still had the chance?) “I don’t think you want another bucket full of lies. So until I figure out the truth. I’m not going to apologize.” Yet, still, as she spoke, she could see a lifetime of memories playing out in the lines of Sidney’s pretty face, those abundant zirconia eyes… A HIGHLIGHT REEL of every ounce of suffering Sidney Prescott had ever endured… Conflict latched onto her heart with chains and thorns… Maybe… JUST MAYBE… There was something to redeem yet in Gale Weathers weathered soul…

“No. No, I’m not. I was being a sarcastic bitch.” Perhaps a mere minute ago, Gale’s reply would have been LIGHTYEARS apart from the one she’d given. “I mean… I got my interview, didn’t I? So I guess being annoying has its benefits…” Awkward humor, pitiful attempts to break the tension, or maybe Sidney would just assume Gale was being COY. (Maybe she was being coy?) “Yeah, well, daytime doesn’t QUITE have the same ring to it. But if you’re going to be that stubborn about it, it’s ANCHOR MATERIAL, happy?” Wait, was Gale actually doing something RIGHT here? Because Sidney Prescott was biting her lip right now. Watching… Gale… Bite her own lip… Brow knit itself together, a tiniest tilt of her head as eyes narrowed; Analyzing… --- QUESTIONING… What the Hell was going on right now? Why were they… Why was… DEEP BREATH and Gale had to tear her own eyes away. Thank God for Sidney. Yet again she’d come to Gale’s rescue with a FITTING DISTRACTION. “No the part about me looking--” She put on a Sidney accent. Or at least attempted to. “FUCKING. AMAZING.” And--... And freeze… “As… Always…”

OKAY… MAYBE THAT WASN’T SUCH A FITTING DISTRACTION AFTER ALL…

“Umm…” Another bite of her lip, another swallow. “Y’know what let’s just go back to be making money for your mother’s rape and murder and me being a HEARTLESS BITCH, okay?” Surely, Sidney would have NO OBJECTIONS considering this made Sidney look worse than Gale. It… DID make Sidney look worse than Gale… Right? Like… Gale was a thirty two year old reporter… And… And Sidney was just a dumb seventeen year old with a SCHOOLGIRL CRUSH worst case scenario. Right…? That’s as far as it went? There was no way in HELL that Gale somehow… AHEM. “Y-Yeah, i-it-it-it… That… That is what therapists do.” JESUS CHRIST, SHE SOUNDED LIKE HER FATHER’S SCRATCHED RECORD COLLECTION. “B-But it’s… It’s different. I’m not qualified. I’m not. I’m just a person. Giving advice. That’s not therapy. That’s… BEING HUMAN… I guess…” 

A few more stabilizing breaths, and so long as Sidney didn’t do something foolish like draw attention to how IMMENSELY AWKWARD the last few minutes were, they might just have been out of the woods and to a place where they could get drunk and forget this EVER happened. “I don’t have anything against Billy. …You do. Why else would you have him ARRESTED?” Yeah, news got around. What Gale didn’t understand was WHY? She’d heard that Sidney had been attacked. That Billy was at the scene of the crime. But hadn’t he been the reason the killer went back into hiding? Meanwhile, she had conveniently heard Sidney’s accusation and filed it under: PRETEND SHE DIDN’T. And so instead she focused on the peel back of the curtain, the big reveal… Sidney Prescott was just a terrified kid who needed some sense of normalcy back. Gale’s heartstrings tugged once more and Gale found herself singing a different tune all over again. Eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “...Okay… Well… I guess if you want a way outta this… All you gotta do is PROVE. ME. WRONG.” Words spoken emphatically in an attempt to paint SINCERITY into the words. After all, this was her attempt to reason, to compromise, to care… She genuinely hoped her words would help… “And THAT is something Sidney Prescott has been ANNOYINGLY good at today. So… Take that as you will...”

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          “That’s not what some of the headlines said…My personal favorite was, “Sidney Prescott’s atrocious lies put away an innocent man!” 𑁋 Spoken with sarcasm-laced enthusiasm. If Gale was looking to turn over a new leaf in their ‘relationship’, least she could do was OWN all of the terrible things she’d said about her in order to GET AHEAD. There was a part of her that even respected the other, in some sick & twisted way. (not that she would ever admit to it) This woman was one of the most unlikable human beings on the face of the planet, & she was LUCKY she was pretty, but she was also the most driven person in all of Woodsboro. Everyone else just kinda got stuck here. Living their pitiful nine-to-fives. Raising their two-point-five children. If ANYONE was going to get out of this SHITHOLE of a town, it would be Gale Weathers. & She didn’t give a shit who she had to use as a stepping stone along the way. Unfortunately, Sidney & her mother had been Gale’s primary stone & THOSE HEELS FUCKING HURT. Slight sigh & a shake of her head, sending bangs back & forth, “Thanks for that. I guess.” She supposed in her own way, the narcissist was attempting to right her wrongs. & It did mean a lot that she BELIEVED HER. That night was a blur of emotions. Walking in on her mom & Cotton…In the act… He was being far too aggressive…& Then she’d covered her eyes. She didn’t want to WATCH THAT. Why would she? Next she’d looked up, someone in his jacket, butchering her mom while she screamed & cried from the corner of the room, then they were out the door before Sidney stumbled to the phone to call the police. It HAD to be Cotton Weary…That was what she had told herself. But Gale was RIGHT. She wasn’t one-hundred percent certain. (not anymore)

          INCREDULOUS SCOFF 𑁋 “You can’t seriously be suggesting that I should be GRATEFUL to you for having such a punch-able face? You snuck down the back alley outside of a police station to shove a camera in my face right after I was nearly filleted! Punching you only made me feel better because you are so damn annoying.” Another roll of eyes, “Don’t you mean daytime?” Dark eyes narrowed & brow dented, gaze dropping to Gale’s bright red lips as the older woman sunk teeth into them. Sidney subconsciously mirrored her. Biting down on her own bottom lip. Weird. That was weird right? 

                                                                         ‘Where the Hell did that come from…?’

          “Which part? The part where you used my mother’s rape and murder for fame, or the part where you are A HEARTLESS BITCH?” Neither, & Sidney knew as much, but she really didn’t want to talk about the fact that she’d accidentally said that Gale Weathers looked amazing. That was on a long list of things that she would NEVER. EVER. talk about again. “Isn’t that what therapists do? Help people?” Irritated huff, “What do you have against Billy anyways? Don’t tell me your ego is so big it gets bruised when any guy likes someone besides you?” (now she sounded kind of jealous) After the reporter’s next comment, Sidney could TASTE. BLOOD. That was her biggest fear, spelled out to her. A dash to all her hopes & dreams. Was it true? Was this her life now? Was she TRAPPED in a perpetual nightmare? “Yeah, well, I need to believe there’s still a chance for us to make it outta this in one piece…Okay?” 

🐝  *  ―  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊  𝐔𝐏  𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒.   (  sometimes  super  suggestive,  other  times  pretty  random  and  ridiculous,  have  some  pick  up  lines.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  do you know what would look good on you ? me.  ❜ ❛  if i flip a coin, what do you reckon my chances are of getting head ?  ❜ ❛  damn, if being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged.  ❜ ❛  your daddy must have been a baker cause you got the nicest set of buns i’ve ever seen.  ❜ ❛  do you believe in love at first sight or should i walk by again ?  ❜ ❛  that outfit would look great in a crumpled heap next to my bed.  ❜ ❛  hey, i just realized this, but you look a lot like my next boyfriend / girlfriend.  ❜ ❛  my dick’s been feeling a little dead lately. wanna give it some mouth-to-mouth ?  ❜ ❛  i’m like domino’s pizza. if i don’t come in 30 minutes, the next one is free.  ❜ ❛  hey baby, as long as i have a face, you’ll have a place to sit.  ❜ ❛  let’s have a party and invite your pants to come on down.  ❜ ❛  i know a great way to burn off the calories in that drink.  ❜ ❛  that’s a nice shirt. can i talk you out of it ?  ❜ ❛  screw me if i am wrong, but haven’t we met before ?  ❜ ❛  i’ve just moved you to the top of my to-do list.  ❜ ❛  if you’re feeling down, i can feel you up.  ❜ ❛  is it hot in here ? or is it just you ?  ❜ ❛  just to be clear, we’re both heading for the same bed tonight, right ?  ❜ ❛  remember my name because you’ll be screaming it later.  ❜ ❛  i lost my keys … can i check your pants ?  ❜ ❛  roses are red, violets are fine. you be the six, i’ll be the nine.  ❜ ❛  was than an earthquake or did you just rock my world ?  ❜ ❛  apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living ?  ❜ ❛  i’m not drunk, i’m just intoxicated by you.  ❜ ❛  i have had a really bad day and it always makes me feel better to see a pretty girl smile. so would you smile for me ?  ❜ ❛  are you undressing me with your eyes ?  ❜ ❛  with school, i just want an a. with you, i just want to f.  ❜ ❛  i think i could fall madly in bed with you.  ❜ ❛  can i borrow a kiss ? i promise i’ll give it back.  ❜ ❛  what is a nice person like you doing in a dirty mind like mine ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t think i want babies but i wouldn’t mind refining my baby-making technique with you.  ❜ ❛  dinner first or can we go straight for dessert ?  ❜ ❛  i was feeling very off today but then you turned me on.  ❜ ❛  i’m having trouble sleeping by myself. can you sleep with me ?  ❜ ❛  want to save water by showering together ?  ❜ ❛  let only latex stand between our love.  ❜ ❛  if you look that good in clothes, you must look even better out of them.  ❜ ❛  i hate to see you go but i love to watch you leave.  ❜ ❛  let’s play carpenter. first, we’ll get hammered, then i’ll nail you.  ❜ ❛  sorry, that seat is taken but you can come and sit on my lap if you’d like. we’ll talk about whatever pops up.  ❜

gale/sidney + touches

"True, you're just getting insecure about NOTHING, and fuck me if I understand WHY." Seriously, what was going on? Sid and Gale had always had a certain... TENSION... The same way Gale had a certain tension with Dooey. She'd blamed it on TRAUMA BONDING, and believe her, it had to be the single most conflicting and confusing thing she had EVER been through. But the feelings were still there. And if Sidney was getting insecure, paranoid and jealous, over imagined ideas of who Gale may or may not find "HOTTER" than her? Well, if that wasn't a fucking RED ALERT, her name wasn't Gale. "Oh, come on, really? A headline out of nothing? We're going to go THERE right now? Well excuse me for caring." Head pivoted like one of those classic VALLEY GIRLS in greaser musicals, as if to emphasize her points, only be to DRAGGED TO A SCREECHING HALT upon realizing that Sidney Prescott had never ONCE looked BACK AT HER this whole time.

"Hey, Earth to Sid, my face is not that way. And I'm starting to think that YOU'RE THE ONE who has a thing for her." FREEZE UP. Words trailed and Gale glanced around guiltily. "N-Not that that means I'M insecure or anything. Just that you seem WAY MORE TAKEN by her than I do." Aaaaand Sidney STILL wasn't looking her way. Clack of her tongue, roll of her eyes, chest heaving in a SIGH. "Miss Weathers? Really?" Brow raised. "And there I was thinking you'd GROWN UP at some point between drop the TV on Stu Macher's head and putting one between Billy's eyes." Was that REALLY something to talk about in the middle of a night? Didn't really matter. For all her composure, Gale could be remarkably FRAGILE, and in her line of working being TWICE THE AGE of Sidney Prescott meant that she had a TICKING TIMEBOMB on her career.

Yes, Sidney had told her NOT TO GIVE A SHIT about that stuff, but at the same time, she'd made it crystal clear numerous times that NO ONE gave a shit about the bitch reporting the news. And Sidney had been ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. Which only made it more imperative that she reported everything she could while still in PRIME. Before all those eyes turned away the next slim, hot, trendy reporter with a breakout story. "Oh, you finally remembered I'm here." Mirthful smile. "Hi, my name's Gale, nice to meet you. Didn't mean to INTERRUPT your priorly scheduled EYE FUCKING of the stranger making you insecure and jealous." Okay, WHO was insecure and jealous now? HEAVY BLUSH when Sidney brought up the idea of EATING SOMEONE OUT IN THE BATHROOM. Her clit THRUMMED but the images in her were decidedly NOT featuring a blonde. Rather, the girl she was eating out was of the, uhh... BRUNETTE variety. "Why do you say that like I make a habit out of it?" Pause. Brow ridged. "...Or that you've got experience doing it yourself...?" Hot sweat, racing heart, a fucked up megalomaniacal mix of JEALOUSY & LUST, INSECURITY & SOMETHING ELSE. (The fear of being LEFT BEHIND?) She grabbed at her cocktail glass. "I think we need a refill, you coming?" Had she been thinking clearly, Gale MIGHT have realized that the girl Sidney had been ogling was ALSO making her way to the bar right about now...

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xbloodiedxkneesx asked: “Come on; even I know that they’re hotter than me.” (Sid @ Gale)

Brow ridge, creasing in FRUSTRATED BEFUDDLEMENT. “Excuse me?” Question wasn’t INTENDED to come across quite so DEFENSIVE or ACCUSATORILY. “Where’s this coming from?” Since when did Sidney Prescott care who was hot and who wasn’t? “Sid, you’re the one that told me not to give a SHIT what anyone else thinks. I don’t know why you’re freaking out about this.” Had Gale even DONE ANYTHING to give Sid the IMPRESSION that she might have found the other girl attractive? And what did it even matter? How deep at this entanglement between the two ran? “Wait. Wait… Are you jealous? Do you think I’m just gonna RUN OFF INTO THE SUNSET with some random broad we met in a club that smells like ass?” Gale couldn’t figure out whether to be MAD or TOUCHED, and that tearing itself raised a whole bunch of new questions. Like whether this thing between her and Sidney truly was REAL. If this meant that… TALKS had to happen. Boundaries set. If Sid even felt that way. Hell, wait, did GALE even feel that way? What about Dooey? What about the guys in SID’s life? What did ANY of this mean? “And what the Hell made you think they were hotter than you?”

          “I - I’M NOT 𑁋 I MEAN 𑁋 I’M HARDLY…FREAKING OUT.” That much was true. Sidney had made one, itsy-bitsy, teensy-weensy, self-deprecating comment over her fourth cocktail of the night. It hadn’t been that she was JEALOUS or anything. “Leave it to Gale Weathers to make headlines out of nothing.” Roll of eyes & she finished her drink, straw peeking out between her lips as she glanced over at the other girl. Big-breasted. Blonde. Looking straight out of one of those playboy magazines she’d caught Billy touching himself to back in the day. Now so wasn’t the time to think about her ex, psycho boyfriend, who allegedly raped & killed her mother before fucking & then trying to KILL. HER. “I’m just saying…You’d have to be BLIND not to think she’s hotter than me.” At this point, it was starting to sound like Sidney was the one who had a thing for the slutty sorority girl. “Broad? Seriously?” A small, amused chuckle as she teased the woman. She’d NEVER heard anyone aside from her dad use language like that. “Just how old are you, Miss Weathers?” PLAYFUL LILT in her tone & a raise of brows as she finally tore her gaze off the blonde & fixed it on the reporter. “Nah, not run off into the sunset or anything. Maybe eat her out in the bathroom or something?” She was WAY TOO DRUNK to be having this conversation. “I mean, look at her.” Comical wave of her hand in the woman’s direction. “She does smell like ass, though.”

xbloodiedxkneesx asked: “Come on; even I know that they’re hotter than me.” (Sid @ Gale)

Brow ridge, creasing in FRUSTRATED BEFUDDLEMENT. "Excuse me?" Question wasn't INTENDED to come across quite so DEFENSIVE or ACCUSATORILY. "Where's this coming from?" Since when did Sidney Prescott care who was hot and who wasn't? "Sid, you're the one that told me not to give a SHIT what anyone else thinks. I don't know why you're freaking out about this." Had Gale even DONE ANYTHING to give Sid the IMPRESSION that she might have found the other girl attractive? And what did it even matter? How deep at this entanglement between the two ran? "Wait. Wait... Are you jealous? Do you think I'm just gonna RUN OFF INTO THE SUNSET with some random broad we met in a club that smells like ass?" Gale couldn't figure out whether to be MAD or TOUCHED, and that tearing itself raised a whole bunch of new questions. Like whether this thing between her and Sidney truly was REAL. If this meant that... TALKS had to happen. Boundaries set. If Sid even felt that way. Hell, wait, did GALE even feel that way? What about Dooey? What about the guys in SID's life? What did ANY of this mean? "And what the Hell made you think they were hotter than you?"