A Girl's Night

The marketplace was about to close up shop for the night by the time everyone arrived, making them have to decide quickly what they were going to buy before they returned to their room for the night.

After a brief discussion they decided to buy comfortable pajamas for a bit of a ‘girl’s night’, each changing into their purchase once they got back.

Kari was wearing a conservative lilac piece made from silk imported from her homeland – though she had to pay out the nose for the privilege. She shuffled a deck of cards and began dealing them out to the others. “I must say, I have not had this much fun in years.”

Fiona could not buy anything that would fit her. The curse of having a tall and muscular frame, it seemed. She’d ripped a set of cotton pajamas dyed black and stretched them into a frayed top and short shorts. “Nobles live boring lives.”

Abagail, despite protesting to Kyle that she didn’t wear pajamas to bed, bought something to keep in the spirit of the night. She was in a silk outfit similar to Kari’s, though hers was red and more loosely tied. There was a smile on her face from how it felt on her bare skin. “I know from experience.”

“Really?” asked Kari. “I didn’t think you were of noble birth.”

“I’m not.” Abagail sorted the cards Kari dealt her into her hand. “My mother was a royal seer. I grew up around ‘em.”

“I take it you were not impressed.”

“Not in the slightest.” Abagail checked her cards before throwing in some coins. “Jumped up spoiled brats.”

Fiona was having difficulty holding her cards with her large hands. She eventually borrowed one of Kari’s hair clips to keep them together and held that instead. “Gotta echo what Abby’s sayin’. You don’t fit what I’d thought a royal would be… Um, that was supposed to be a compliment.” She tossed in her coins after Abagail’s.

Kari smiled, adding in her own coins.

A few flipped cards later, Fiona took the pile for herself. “Easy hand. You pick up how to read people watching the boys play.”

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The wine flowed and the hands kept being dealt, with Kari soon catching up to the others for inebriation. Despite the hands being played, the women managed to stay neck and neck in coin count. Every time it seemed one was about to run out, they’d go on a winning streak and get it all back.

Blooby was rubbing its watery body on Kyle’s head, before floating over to join the women. It lodged itself in the warmth of Abagail’s cleavage.

The back and forth of the card play leading to little change of position led them to take a break. With the last bottle of wine being poured, it was only a matter of time before things wound down.

“…tell ya, you meet all kinds in my line of work,” blabbed Abagail. “It’s always, ‘tell me the future’, ‘help me find the love of my life’, and I sit there thinkin’ to myself, ‘what about me’? What about what I want?”

“Here here!” Fiona raised her glass and downed what was left in it. “What about what we want?”

Kari raised her glass to that in turn, finishing her drink.

“Speaking of,” continued Fiona, “What about it? What kind of partner would you want?”

Abagail and Kari, even in their drunk state, were stunned at how blunt Fiona’s question was. Especially how she described it. “Partner?” asked Kari.

“M’not gonna assume you’re picking a guy,” Fiona chuckled. “Jus’ pretend you got a perfect wish to get the perfect person.”

After a few moments’ thought, Abagail went first. “Someone smart who can push me. Loaded with cash and, and not afraid to get a bit wild.”

She lightly elbowed Kari in the side, who nearly fell over from the touch. “Oh, well, there’s certain ways a gentleman treats a lady. A man of his word, who would defend me at my lowest and support me when I need it most.”

Fiona smiled. “Good answer.”

“What about you, Fiona?”

“Hm? Oh that’s easy,” Fiona explained. “Kyle.” She promptly had a pair of pillows thrown at her face. “I’m serious! I don’t know how to put it in words, but I know what I want what I see it.” She pointed to a snoring Kyle, still half naked on the bed. “That’s what I want. The whole package. I tell you, that man could turn into a woman tomorrow and I’d still want to marry them.”

Abagail and Kari briefly imagined a female version of Kyle in a white wedding dress.

Kari began developing a nosebleed.

Abagail was more skeptical of Fiona’s boast. “You wouldn’t change a thing on him? At all?”

“Well….” Even on Fiona’s red skin, there was a clear blush. “I wouldn’t mind if Kyle was an oni like me.”

Their collective imagination quickly shifted to seeing an oiled-up, muscular version of Kyle… and a female version flexing newfound muscle, both wearing naught but loincloths.

Now Abagail had a nosebleed too.

“What I don’t get,” Fiona continued, “is why you two aren’t seeing it. Because… are you gals sure you’re not just talking about Kyle, too?”

A fight broke out between the three seconds later.

“You – oni – harlot!”

“-show you a thing or – hey, HEY! No biting!”

“Yes biting! I will die on this hill!”

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Kyle had never had a hangover before, in either life. Which made the one he had the next morning have him contemplate the sweet release of death.

After splashing himself in the face with water, he realized the room was in absolute ruin. There were now holes in the wall, broken glass littering the floor… Lying on the ground was a sleeping Fiona, arms wrapped around an Abagail using her chest as a pillow and Kari drooling on Fiona’s exposed midriff.

“What the hell happened last night?” Kyle clutched his head. He couldn’t understand what could have caused this. Not that the dull throbbing in his head and pain looking at any light would let him. “Dang it, where’d my shirt go this time?!”