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nola_buffyDesperate times, and so on.
Carrie and Elspeth were definitively frenemies, and they had been for a long time, for much longer than they had ever actually been friends without complication. But 'frenemy' was a tricky label; they were still in a general kind of contact, because neither of them actively disliked the other so much they couldn't be around them. Carrie even went to Elspeth's legendary weekly parties a few times in the past year.
There was a lot to like in Elspeth: her habit in speaking her mind, her walking-Id tendencies, her laidback cleverness. (Conversely, these were also all things that could drive Carrie nuts). But tonight, after seeing the whole damn city talk about love, a little Elspeth energy was exactly what Carrie needed.
Keep the "fren", hold the "emy". Or something.
There was no need to choose the club; there was only one club for Carrie and Elspeth dancing hard, because this was not the first time they'd dealt with their weird energies this year. So Carrie threw on a black leather miniskirt and a low cut sparkly top and pounded a little freezer-vodka and went to the club, and she was dancing as she made her way inside, looking for Elspeth, little Ms Life-of-the-Party.
Carrie and Elspeth were definitively frenemies, and they had been for a long time, for much longer than they had ever actually been friends without complication. But 'frenemy' was a tricky label; they were still in a general kind of contact, because neither of them actively disliked the other so much they couldn't be around them. Carrie even went to Elspeth's legendary weekly parties a few times in the past year.
There was a lot to like in Elspeth: her habit in speaking her mind, her walking-Id tendencies, her laidback cleverness. (Conversely, these were also all things that could drive Carrie nuts). But tonight, after seeing the whole damn city talk about love, a little Elspeth energy was exactly what Carrie needed.
Keep the "fren", hold the "emy". Or something.
There was no need to choose the club; there was only one club for Carrie and Elspeth dancing hard, because this was not the first time they'd dealt with their weird energies this year. So Carrie threw on a black leather miniskirt and a low cut sparkly top and pounded a little freezer-vodka and went to the club, and she was dancing as she made her way inside, looking for Elspeth, little Ms Life-of-the-Party.
