Must Be Karma

Disclaimer: I don't own debs, and I make no profit... Yup...

Author note: This chapter is like... pointless, but hopefully it's fun to read, right??? It's like my "Geeeetttting to knooooow youuuuu, getting to know alllll about youuuu......" *cough* Uhm... chapter. Anyway, it's like this. I gave Amy, Lucy, and Lively these big backstories, so this is my "Memory" chapter, so that you like, get to know the characters and all... AGH, whatever! Just read it, haha.

~~~~Then~~~~

Lucy delicately cleared her throat. Well, actually, that was a lie. She cleared it pretty damn loudly, muttering something under her breath. Why was life steadily getting worse and worse for her? Was this some kind of cosmic trick? Laugh at the ex-supervillian whos life keeps getting sucker punched?

For the past thirty minutes she'd had to sit around and watch one of the most bizarre things she could possibly imagine. Lively certainly was... lively. The girl cast off more wicked energy than she let out carbon dioxide. With a smooth devilishly low pitched voice, she talked and joked. She was one of those people who could command a room in 2 seconds flat. Fucking charisma!

Now what she'd BEEN expecting, was a tall blonde chick, who cast a bunch of fluff-flirty comments at her. She had NOT been expecting a wickedly intelligent woman, who wore sex like a second skin, and didn't seem to have the slightest interest in her when she could be hitting on her girlfriend. AKA HER OWN DAMN SISTER!!!! WHAT THE FUUUUCK!?

The really odd part about it, was that Amy didn't object to it at all, she even played along to a certain point. Only elbowing or pinching the devil [as she'd termed her in her own head] when a certain bit got too sexual.

They talked about Amy exclusively, how she was doing, what she'd been up to, what she'd drawn lately, and something about a lion that had totally went over her head.

"Lucy, is your throat okay???" Amy's voice asked her, snapping Lucy out of her musings.

The brunette just shot Lively a sharp glare before she turned to her girlfriend.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... uh... I feel kind of sick."

"Sick?" Amy instantly seemed concerned, leaning in to her.

"Y-Yeah! I think I might have... Food poisoning..." Lucy screwed up her face slightly, putting her hand on her stomach for emphasis.

"Oh... It must have been the creamcheese. I'm so sorry!"

Awwwwww, Amy was so worried. Maybe this was a mean trick... but that fucking GIRL was all over... HER FUCKING GIRL!!!! Who cared if it was her sister??? Lucy put a bit more enthusiasm into her sickness act, making a small sound in the back of her throat. Amy got up pretty quick from that seat of hers, moving closer to have a better look at her 'sick' girlfriend.

Lucy didn't notice that too much though. What she DID notice was Lively's deep blue eyes staring at her with undisguised amusement. ACK, why the hell was she staring at her like that!? When Amy spoke to her, she was forced to look away from that fucking devil smirk, and turn to her girlfriend.

"You go up to the room, okay? I'll bring the bags, and some warm tea, alright?"

AND LEAVE HER ALONE WITH THAT FREAK-HOLE!?

"Mnnn, uh... No tea, I- Uh, might get more sick. Can't we just leave the bags here?" Lucy put on the pleading face... It didn't work. Maybe try out the guilt trip face? "I just... really want to lie down, and not be alone."

"No, Lucy" Amy sighed. "The tea's good for you, and Lively makes it really well, right Liv?"

The devil smiled at her sister, tapping her bottom lip with a long black nail.

"Uh-huh, I'm fantastic with tea, Lucy", Lively practically purred, one hard soled boot tapping a steady rhythm on the floor. The sound was driving her fucking bonkers. "Go on and lay down. Me and Aim here will get everything all set up for you to feel better. Food poisoning... Horrible stuff, no?"

Maybe this woman was the spawn of Satan in a past life? The ex-thief grimaced before nodding, not having to fake her unhappy expression at this point. At Amy's nod she trudged up the stairs, cursing her plan gone foul.

~~~~Making tea and family time~~~~

The blonde shielded her eyes as she glanced out the window. It felt like the day should be over already considering how action packed it'd been. Yet, here she was, looking at the neighbor's really weird garden gnome from the kitchen window while her sister tried to summon the energy to actually get out of the chair to make tea.


Lively was her younger sister, but what Lucy DIDN'T know was that Lively was her twin. They'd had an odd bond that had somewhat freaked out anyone in their general vicinity since they were kids.

Neither girl had noticed nor cared for that matter.

Who cared if they held hands? They were the same person! Who really gave a shit if they kissed on the mouth? They were the same person. Who really gave a damn if they liked complimenting each other to the point of it seeming like blatent flirtation? They just wanted their other half to feel good about themselves.

There never was and there never would be anything funny going on. It was more of a level of comfort that nobody but another set of twins could possibly understand.

Hence why Amy never even thought of it, the thing being more like second nature than actual rationalization... Also why Amy didn't even once consider that her girlfriend might be up in her room pacing madly, faking food poisoning, and mentally freaking out... Whoops.

"She's so into you!"

Amy jumped at that, turning around to face the other woman on heel. Oh fuck!!!! Lively and her
tricks again as usual. That girl was seriously always up to something or another.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Liv." Amy shrugged and stepped away from the window.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about" Liv leaned forward in her chair, her massively waved black hair falling into her face. The dark girl was beaming widely, obviously having fun with this conversation. "I mean, come on, Aim. She faked food poisoning just so that I wouldn't keep hitting on you. Her acting kind of sucks though... Bad liar."

"I knew you were being worse on purpose!" One of her hands instantly went to rest on her hip, the other lifting to point at her grinning sister. "You were making her uncomfortable"

Liv just held up her hands in a guilty display of surrender, her expressive mouth still in a wide smile.

"Lively!!!!"

The blonde just glowered as Liv finally got up from her seat. She looked so out of place in the bright yellow and white kitchen that Amy felt herself softening. She'd always been protective of her. Lively had come here just to see her. It'd been obvious since the moment she found out Lively was comming over. Home was never a very happy place for a Bradshaw who didn't get along with thier mother, and Lively certainly qualified for that post.

Amy struggled to regain her unhappy frown, it was a complete failure until the younger girl set the teapot full of water on the stove.

"LIVELY!!!!"

"OK FINE!!!", Liv whined out, turning to look at her. "I still think she's into you! I mean, I know you're into her..."

"W-what?! No, I'm not!"

"Sure you are, you were talking to me, but kept looking at her breasts when she wouldn't catch you. You're pretty good at sneaking glances... Makes me wonder why you even bothered dating bo-"

"LIVELY!"

"Aim, you were mental masturbating all over the place, and the only one who didn't see it was her." Liv raised a dark black brow. "I know you. You were... Mind stroking. Under all that innocence is a dirty perve..."

Time for quick thinking. For the ever perfect liar Amy Bradshaw, crime fighting master, the invi-... Well, time for her to think up something real fucking fast.

"Okay, Okay, I'm into her, but she's straight." Amy sighed deeply, slowly working into her role. It really wasn't that hard to play a person deeply in love with their best friend. That whole... unrequited love... teenage drama factor. "So you can't tell anyone!! ESPECIALLY HER... Uhm, and Mama."

Lively got that look on her face. The one Amy knew meant that she was thinking of something bad, and she reallyyyyy didn't want to know what THAT could be considering the conversation topic.

"Hey, I have a good idea, Aim."

"NO, YOU DON'T!!!"

"Huh? Sure I do, let me tell you."

"No!!! I don't want to know!!! Whatever it is, don't do it."

Lively seemed to consider that for a moment... before bombing the idea with a nuke.

"I'm gonna do it."

"Oh noooo!!! Why!?"

"Sisters don't mind sharing right?"

"Huh?" Amy blinked, unsure of what to say about the change of topic. "Y-Yeah, sure. I guess... Why?"

"Perfect~" Lively smiled... Bad sign.

"Perfect... for what?"

"I'm gonna turn her gay for you! Least I can do for my favorite person in the world, right? On the bright side, she's very... heh... attractive. So it'll be fun, huh?"

Amy's jaw dropped.

"NO! DON'T DO THAT!!!"

"I'm DOING IT!!! Love is a splendid thing, Aim, don't let it pass you by" Lively wiggled her fingers in the air before pouring the steaming water into a cup. She didn't speak again, despite Amy's mutterings, until she'd dropped in the tea spoon. "I won't let you"

Fuck... and the battle was lost. How the hell was she going to keep her sister away from Lucy? This was really really really fucking bad. Liv never gave up once she decided on doing something. The blonde groaned as Lively handed her the cup of tea and a package of saltine crackers.

"B-"

"No buts, Aim. Stop worrying so much, huh? Now go and shove this down Ms.Food-Poisoning's throat."

The younger woman left a quick kiss on Amy's lips, walking away without so much as a by-your-leave.

"Fuck it all to hell...", Amy muttered a long string of uncharacteristic curses as she stomped up the stairs, tea and crackers in hand.

~~~~Now~~~~

"How do you even know this part of the story?"

"Huh? Amy told me once we left. Well, she told me some of it before, but then in detail later on."

"Ah"

"Do you REALLY need to be so technical, or can we just go through the story?!"

"Well... you know, I just WONDER, DAMMIT!"

"WELL STOP IT AND JUST ENJOY THE DAMN THING! It's not like people are reading this, or something, and thinking 'Hey, I wonder how Lucy could know what went on with Amy'. This isn't some writing thing, Scud!"

"Okaaaaay, Anyway, go on??"

"Mmm, righto. So I was stalking around Amy's bedroom like a PMSing bear when I noticed-"

~~~~Then~~~~

Lucy blinked at her find. She wasn't snooping of course... It had been a COMPLETE accident that she'd found it, really. She was totally innocent! It had just... called to her. The brunette had been wearing paths into the carpet with her stomping around back and forth when she'd... accidently opened the closet. Yeah... Then... accidently noticed something shiny and gold in the faaaar back. Now, maybe right here is where she was to blame.

She'd looked back and forth almost guiltily, hoping that Amy would come in and interrupt her. Sadly the ex-spy hadn't caught her psychic message to ruin her curious... uh... accident. So what could she do? With an overdramatic sigh, the thief wiggled around other objects, pushing aside a box so that she could reach the gold... thingymajigger. Lucy blinked, reading the engraving on what appeared to be a medal.

"First place winner, Amy Bradshaw. Middle weight women's BOXING DIVISION?!"

BOXING!? Amy did state boxing?! She set the medal down and started searching for more. By now, she really didn't care if she was snooping or not.

"Amy Bradshaw, first place Boxing" Lucy tossed that one down, picking up the next. "First place boxing. First place Kyokushin Kai Karate sparring!? First place decathalon? First place debate. First place Boxing. First place Karate, again. First place MARKSMANSHIP!? First place pool. First place... wet T-shirt contest?"

Okaaaaaay, now she was in shock. What the hell was she dating? An alien? Amy was smart, sweet, and fucking gorgeous. That had been her first impression. After that she'd learned she was the perfect score, and a fantastic artist... So she'd already been perfect. Now... all this? Lucy glanced down at the wet T-shirt trophy, a sudden smile breaking on her features. Only she could be lucky enough to get a girl who really was perfect.

"Uhm... get lost in there?"

Lucy jolted, dropping the little gold statue of a woman with HUGE boobies right onto her foot. Amy on the other hand just watched her in shock as Lucy yelped, tripping on a box when she jerked her foot back at the pain. The brunette toppled over faster than a drunk man on a treadmill, her head hitting a stack of books before she hit the ground. The last thing she saw before she blacked out was a thick tome titled. 'Gravity, Key to the universe'... Go figure.

"OH MY GOD!!!"

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THUD

"OH MY GOD!!!"

Blue eyes widened to almost comical porportions at the lack of sound comming from her girlfriend. Of all the things Amy had expected to see when she opened her bedroom door... that had not been one of them. The tea and snack were quickly set down on her dresser, and faster than even she thought possible, she'd hopped over all the stuff Lucy had haphazardhly tossed this way and that. With a small oath, she crouched down next to the fallen thief, pushing books off her, and pulling the completely unconscious brunette's head onto her lap.

"Lucy!? Lucy, you okay, hunny?"

The lack of response wasn't really reassuring. She didn't NEED a response though. Afterall, she'd taken 4 years of intensive first aid as a Deb, and her quick checks really didn't show anything but that Lucy had probably seen a few stars and taken a quick nap to stop those birdies from circling around her head. At least there didn't seem to be anything wrong with her...

Amy sighed softly, she wasn't the type who could leave Lucy like this. Instead, she gently stroked dark hair, glancing around at the mess her mischievious girlfriend had created. It'd been forever since she'd looked at all this stuff... All of her trophies and pictures had been all over her room until Conrad, her older brother, had started pestering her about it. Teasing that she was an egomaniac. She glanced down at the trophy Lucy had caused such a disaster with. Well... okay... THAT one hadn't EVER been displayed.

Feeling a slight rustle on her lap, she looked down to see Lucy still out of it. Did Lucy ever win a trophy? Did she have a nickname when she was younger? Does she prefer bowling to tennis? Does she like her toast with jam or butter?

She knew who her girlfriend was. The way her smile could send her heart into overdrive. Her kindness, and that fun-loving personality that never really managed to vanish, even in the worse situations.

Yet... there was so much she didn't know, and so much Lucy really didn't know about her either.

Amy smiled gently at the peaceful face resting on her thigh. It didn't really matter if she didn't know now. She wanted to, and that was enough. The desire to be closer to one person than she ever had before, it was one of the many obvious examples of how she knew she was in love with this troublesome girl in her lap. Guessing from what had just happened... Lucy wanted to know more about her too. It made her happy all the way down to the marrow of her bones... although HOW Lucy had chosen to do it was kind of weird.

"I can't say this to you when you're awake, Lucy. Not yet, anyway. I'm looking at your face right now, and you're just... So beautiful, that it hurts..." Amy swallowed, long artist's fingers slipping from silk strands of chocolate hair to the curve in a slender throat. "I love you. I don't think I ever could have smiled again and meant it if you hadn't... Come for me at endgame. It's odd. Everything is moving so fast. I haven't even known you for a month, but I love you more than I ever have anyone. I want... I want to know everything about you. I want you in my life. My permanent life, not just... My college years or... Something like that. Maybe that's why... I don't want to leave home yet. I want you to meet my family and... I know they're difficult, and stubborn, and strange, but I love them, and... I want... I guess I want you to love them too. I know my dad likes you. Lively does too, or she wouldn't have made you tea. I want to tell them. I want them to know I met the most amazing, exciting, beautiful girl in my life... I do! I just... I'm scared."

A warm hand closed over her own. Amy made a sharp intake of breath, her gave jerking up from Lucy's neck to her face. The first thing she was greeted with were rich brown eyes. It was a moment where she didn't know what to say. Deep down, maybe she was hoping Lucy would say something first, but when she didn't, the blonde tried to summon the strength to say something. Anything.

"L-Lucy I-I-"

"I love you too, Amy."

Her heart was beating a painful melody. Thudding hard against the caged barrier of her ribs. Her breathing and facial expressions not hiding the painful embarrassment and insecurity for a moment. Amy looked down, trying to avoid Lucy's clear gaze.

Lucy, however, wasn't having it. She sat up slowly, her hand never letting go of the one it had captured. Her other, lifting up Amy's chin until the blonde was staring straight at her again.

"Don't... Don't be flustered. I- I'm really sorry for listening, but... You started a-and I... I didn't want you to stop. It was... Beautiful. You're beautiful. I love you too. I want all of that too so... Don't be afraid."

It took a moment to sink in, but when it did, relief spread across Amy's features, her body going soft as she fell into Lucy's arms, Hugging the brunette tightly. Lucy smiled and held on just as tightly.

"We'll tell them when you're ready, Amy. Together. We do everything together from now on. I promise. I love you, just as much as you love me."

Amy took a moment to respond. When she did, the soft 'good' was almost inaudible, but did that really matter at all when she kissed her like that??

Nope!

~~~~Now~~~~

"You guys are so cute! Aw, love."

Lucy just grinned at Scud. At the very least, since she'd started this story, she'd slowly calmed down. Lucy had been kinda scary for a moment there...

~~~~Then~~~~

"So how long did you take boxing???"

Lucy sipped on her tea, almost moaning in pleasure. She hated to say it, but this was the best fucking thing she'd tasted in her entire life. All sweet and tangy...

DAMN THAT DEVIL! Forcing herself not to think of it, she smiled at Amy as the blond continued shuffling through the box Lucy had tripped over. The deb looked so cute with her hair tied up in a little ponytail...

"Mmmm, My dad put me in self defense when I was seven... and then I started Karate for a year before boxing so... I must have been around nine?"

Lucy munched on a cracker, waiting for the blonde to continue, which after a moment, she did.

"I kept up in everything, even trying a few different martial arts until I joined the debs. My Grandpa on my Mama's side was in the military, he looooved boxing, and Conrad was too much of a pansy." Amy grinned at that. She stood up and reached for a thick picture book on the top shelf as she continued speaking. "So when he saw how good I was at it, he bought me all kinds of gear, and a private instructor. Mama was a daddy's girl, so she never objected to it, although I think she might have wanted to."

When Amy sat back down, showing her the photo album, Lucy face broke into uncontrollable smiling. There was a small Amy with a large dark haired man resting his hand on her shoulder looking proud as can be.

"Go on, you can look" Amy beamed at her before continuing her search through the closet.

Lucy leafed through a few more pictures. Still smiling as she saw Nikki, his hair almost touching his ass, all teased 80s style. Amy and her two siblings in the snow. The little boy with dark hair had built a lopsided snowman, the younger, and much less devilish, Lively had a snowman who was wearing her scarf and coat as she stood next to Amy, not seeming to mind the cold at all... and Amy? Amy was standing there, shyly waving, right next to something that looked much more like an amature ice sculpture than a snowman. She turned the page to what looked like a birthday... with two cakes?

"You're twins!?"

"Yup!" Amy winked at her. "I'm your favorite though, right?"

"Y-yeah of course." Lucy blinked, flabbergasted. Instead of asking questions though, she just shook her head and kept looking at the pictures. "Hey... Why don't you have any Halloween pictures?"

Amy paused

"I... hate Halloween"

"What? Why?" Lucy couldn't seem to comprehend who wouldn't like free candy.

"... It's a long story"

"I'm listening..."

"My mother was actually born in England. When she was a kid she didn't celebrate Halloween since they don't have it there. By the time she moved to the US, she was too old for that kind of stuff. So she never cared about it very much..."

"Uhm, yeah? Your dad though..."

"Well, he liked it, but he worked nights, so Mama would have had to take us trick-or-treating. It was legally 'Mom's decision' at that point..."

"So you didn't go?"

"Nope, not until I was about 13... and that's where my memories of Halloween child abuse begin..."

"Uh..."

"I realllly wanted to go trick-or-treat'ing, right? Mama was reallly stingy with money though. It was 5 people all being supported by my dad back then, since she was a stay at home mom. So she decided to MAKE my costume. Apple computers were still pretty popular at the time, right? So she for some reason thought that it was a really clever idea to make me a PUMPKIN COMPUTER!"

"Er..."

"EXACTLY!!! So she puts these two big intertubes around my waist, puts a big orange dress over it, spraypaints a cowboy hat green, and hangs a piece of cardboard painted like a keyboard around my neck. SHE ACTUALLY SENT ME TO SCHOOL LIKE THIS! So everyone's like 'Hey... Uh... what the heck are you??' I'M A PUMPKIN COMPUTER! Get it? Haha? NOT FUNNY! Nobody even got it, and it was stupid ANYWAY!"

Lucy waited for a long moment. Should she even speak? It did sound pretty... traumatizing... Besides, Amy's tirade was kinda hot... Scary, but hot. Best to just sit back, nod, and enjoy these things.

"I'm guessing you like Halloween though so... I'll do whatever you normally like to."

"Amy... How about this Halloween, you dress up like a naughty nurse and feed me bits of chocolate?"

Amy sputtered with laughter. The thief mentally high-fived herself. Mission cheer up Amy, accomplished.

"Sounds like a plan!"

"Hey... Amy... Where did you get the wet T-shirt trophy?"

The blonde groaned.

"Ask Lively"

"Huh? No way!"

"I'm serious... Here, I'll get her. Oh, but whatever you do... DON'T GET SEDUCED BY MY SISTER!"

Like she would! How insulting! Lucy pouted heavily, setting the album down next to her.

"Of course not!"

Amy smiled and got up again, moving to the door. Just as the blonde was leaving, she called over her shoulder with one last quick fact before she left the room.

"I was prom queen too, you know"

Hot damn! She WAS perfect!

~~~~Now~~~~

"You're dating the prom queen?"

"Fuck yes, I am."

"Eaaaah!!! How the hell did THAT happen? We were the misfits in highschool if you recall. Remember? We used to smoke in your fucked up 69 Mustang and steal all of the teachers answer sheets."

"AHAHA!!! I REMEMBER! Remember that one time I supercharged the T shirt thrower for rallies, and the the vice principal got hit in the face from across the whole gym? KAPOW!!! She had a black eye for weeks."

"I remember you used to be a lot paler until you fell asleep on the roof that one time in your bathing suit..."

"I know... I mean, I'm naturally tanned and all, but after that... The tan just wouldn't go away!!!! That sunburn sucked... My poor pale skin of youth..."

"...Didn't you hate our prom queen? I remember you putting a dildo in her purse at prom. When she went to give her speech you-"

"Remote control set it off. BUZZZZZZZZZ!!!! The twat pulled it out in shock too. Everyone staring at her while she goes 'IT ISN'T MINE!!!! REALLY!!!!!' ..... HAHAHAHHAHAA"

"You're in love with a prom queen now!!!"

"Yeah, but mine is fucking amazing, Scud."

"Yeah, just don't put a dildo on her when she least expects it."

".........." Lucy snorted "I think... she'd be expecting it if I put a dildo in her."

"Huh?...... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I SAID ON! I SAID ON!!!"

"AAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"ANYWAY, Wet T-shirt contest!?"

"Ah, right right..."

~~~~Then~~~~

Lucy supressed a growl when she saw Amy leading in her darker twin. Holdings hands... DAMMIT!!!! Amy and her didn't always hold hands. She made a quick mental note to hold her hand more... and kill Lively.

"Okay okay, so Liv, I want you to tell Lucy about how I won the wet T-shit contest"

Lively seemed to think carefully for a long moment. It was really freakin' weird. How hers and Amy's expressions were almost exactly the same at times. When Lively bit her lip, casting Amy a questioning glance, the blonde nodded.

"It was our 20th birthday..."

~~~~Lively and Amy Age:20~~~~

"Oh c'mon Aim. It's just for one day, huh? Then I'll shred it!" Lively didn't look much different at all. Her hair was still long, although maybe a few inches shorter... and her fashion sense was pretty much the same too, although slightly toned down. A black bomber jacket wasn't as much forbidden territory as a leather S&M coat afterall.

"I don't WANNA use a fake I.D! It's just... bad!" Amy on the other hand... was exactly the same. Maybe her hair was it bit shorter too, but like hell would anyone be able to tell. Especially right then, with the blonde forcefully resting her hands on her hips, a sharp tone in her voice.

"Every time you pick what we do... It ends up being boring as hell, C'mon, Aim! Don't you ever want to have any fun?"

"...Yeah, but you don't have to be bad to have fun"

"Sort of like you don't have to drink to get drunk?"

"LIVELY!!!"

"BORING!!! BORING GOODY-GOODY!!!"

"I AM NOT!!!"

"Sure you are.", Liv held up her gloved hands, a playful smile on her face. "Remember our last birthday?"

"Okay... The Mickey Mouse thing was a really bad idea, I admit it. I THOUGHT IT SOUNDED CUTE!!!!"

"It was like a Disney insane asylum..."

Both girls were quite for a long moment, remembering the horror that was Disney cruises.

"Mickey was everywhere. My blanket, my bed, my mirror, my soap, the pool, the balcony, the cups, the fruit, the pancake, the pizza, the eggplant, the tequila, the TV, the speakers-" Amy's eyes got wider and wider as she spoke.

"STOP TALKING ABOUT IT!!!!", Lively screamed, clamping her hand over Amy's mouth. Amy pushed her hands down, frowning. "It drove me insane. I was starting to imagine mickey... with a knife in his head."

"You weren't imagining it. You stabbed the giant Mickey statue in the lobby with a knife... In the head. YOU SCARED THE KIDS!!!"

"HE DESERVED IT!!!!"

"Okay OKAY, but I get your point. You get to choose what we do this time, but next time is all mine."

"Fine fine fine, deal deal deal", Lively shrugged, gesturing off to the side with one hand flamboyantly. "I was hit on by one of the workers there... Mickey crue. She wanted to fuck me with a Mouse c-"

"DON'T SAY IT!!!! Anyway, what do you want to do then, huh?"

Lively grinned like the chesire cat... Bad sign.

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Amy blinked at the woman in front of her. She wasn't even gay! Why was she at a gay bar? Club... bar.... whatever. Night lounge... She had a test tomorrow actually. Debs, infiltration history to the modern age. There were much better things to do than be sitting across from a woman with obscenely large breasts... with nipple cutouts.

"Uhm... So you're a dancer???"

"Yeah, but I really want to be something cool, like an assassin."

"Oh?" What had she gotten herself into? "Uhm, so you like... Dance for anybody?"

"For the right fee, I guess..."

"Ah..."

"I remember one time, I had to wear a nipple chain and-"

Amy grimaced.

"Something wrong?"

"Uhm, no no, I uh... I just... I don't feel so good, maybe I drank too much."

"ARE YOU BLOWING ME OFF!?!?!"

"Huh? No! NO!! OF COURSE NOT!!!"

Thank the heavens for her good luck, because Lively saved her then. Pushing the exotic dancer off with one of her friends. Her sister was just so smooth... Which was good for her in this instance. The woman didn't even realize she'd practically been manhandled away.

"Wow" Lively looked at her with a bemused smile. "I didn't know you were into those kind of girls...."

"I'M NOT INTO THOSE KIND OF GIRLS!!!!", Amy snapped. Glaring at her sister. Lively actually had the audacity to just smile a bit wider.

"Oh? What kind of girls are you into then?"

"None!" She'd fallen into that one... Even she had to admit it...

"Come on, have a beer? Just one beer. You'll feel better."

"I don't want one" The blond replied snarkily, zipping up her jacket quickly before folding slim arms over her chest.

Lively just ignored her and got up to get a few beers anyway.

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"I swear it, Liv... I was a cat in a past life" Amy laughed, pushing over her glass. Empty shots of tequila littered the table, a few beer bottles tossed across the chipped surface haphazardly. It was pretty damn obvious, that the sexy blonde was wasted out of her mind. "Or maybe a kangaroo..."

"Why a cat?", Liv raised a brow, slightly tipsy, but not even near drunk. "Or better yet, why a kangaroo??"

"...I dunno..." Amy snorted.

The girls were interrupted from their conversation when loud voice boomed through the speakers. The club quieted quickly, all eyes moving to the red-headed DJ standing on his elevated platform.

"WELCOME TO THE RAINBOW ROOM"

The crowd cheered, noisy and rancous with fun and laughter. The DJ waited for all the sound to quiet a bit before he continued with his game.

"We have this competition once EVERY night! You know what it is... So... BOYS, CLOSE YOUR EYES!!! And girls? VOLUNTEEEERR!!!! TIME FOR THE WET T BONANZA!!!!" YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES TO GET YOUR ASS ON THE STAGE, LADIES!!!! I'm going to hide in the bathroom and let my assistant handle this."

The DJ waved and handed the microhphone to a pretty blonde who started calling out to contestents to get up.

"Go on, you should do it", Lively nudged Amy in the shoulder with the bottom of her beer bottle.

"Oh no way... I don't want people to oggle my goodies until I'm married or something".

Lively snorted.

"...Or in a deep loving relationship" Amy gave her that much.

That's when they heard the DJ scream out loudly.

"THE WINNER GETS THE WHOLE NIGHTS DRINKS ON THE HOUSE!!!!!"

"..."

"..."

"...I'll do it..."

~~~~Now~~~~

Lucy was looking at the twin girls like they'd grown two heads. Amy had used a fake ID, gotten wasted at a gay bar, went on a date with a female stripper, and then won a wet T-shirt contest!?

"WHAT?!" Lucy gasped.

"Yup, it's true. She's a wild child", Lively whispered loudly, bending over, and holding up a single finger. "Very naughty. I ended up dragging her home after that wasted off her ass. She danced on the bar and had water pitchers emptied on her head coyote ugly style too. It was a mess... I got phone calls all month... 'WHERE'S THAT HOT SISTER OF YOURS!?'... You know....?"

"I am not a wild child" Amy nudged Lively in the ribs like she always did. Grinning when Liv blew her a kiss. "But THAT'S how the wet T-shit thing came about..."

"I... I see..."

Lively suddenly stood up straight, glancing at the bedroom door.

"Mama's home", The younger twin said with a groan. Lucy blinked... did they all call Mrs.Bradshaw Mama? Lively just frowned, turning towards the door. "I'll go greet her first, all right? Come save me in a minute."

"Sure, of course", Amy spoke softly. Smiling in that cutely innocent way she did.

When Lively left, sticking out her tongue in parting, Amy turned toward her, blue eyes sparkling with laughter.

"Not expecting that story??"

"Nope" Lucy smiled "Promise you'll do fun stuff with me too??"

"Of course~ I am dressing up like a naughty nurse for Halloween, right?"

Lucy grinned

"Yup, after the private contest."

"I'm guessing..." Amy took a step forward, her arms wrapping loosely around the brunette's waist. "You mean a wet T-shirt contest."

"Yup" Lucy rested her forehead against the blondes. Secretly admiring just how vibrant and gorgeous she was, inside and out. "Maybe a kissing contest too?" She asked hopefully.

Amy kissed the very tip of her nose.

"You bet, Diamond"

~~~~End of chapter 7~~~~