Five. We are calling it quits and I will pull a Britney for the damned thing if we don't find anything in here, agreed?"
Blaze flung the door wide. “Bitch, I say we call it quits now and do the Britney thing. Track suits are hella more comfortable than the froo-froo stuff we've been looking at all day."
Meg stopped in the entryway. “No, no track suits,” She pointed at Blaze. “No bare feet.” And then the tiny tigress turned on Gina. “And, yes, there will be clothes. This will not be a nudist wedding."
Gina's jaw dropped open. “Way to grow a pair, Meg-sie."
Meg caressed Gina's arm. “I'm forcing the dress, but I really do believe we can find the perfect one for you. This is your day to be a princess, Gina, to your pair of charming princes."
The woman smiled and strode into the store, her copper hair swishing with purpose. She and Blaze trudged along behind her. Meg grabbed a saleswoman while Gina and Blaze stared at the sea of white before them.
"I can't do it, Blaze."
Her long time friend threw an arm around her shoulders. “Ah, sure you can, Gina. You want to get married, right? Well, looking like a bleached circus tent is just part of the fun."
Gina elbowed her friend. “Bitch. You know you'll be doing this in a few months.” The sparkle of Blaze's engagement ring caught a ray of the fading sunlight and threw rainbows along the floor.
"Yeah, yeah. Only, Jack and I agreed that comfort came before the whole ‘following tradition’ thing. We're not a terribly traditional couple. Plus, I'm hoping Meg will work out her mothering needs with planning your wedding. Maybe by the time mine comes along, she'll dig the whole track suit and bare feet idea."
Gina snorted. “Not hardly.” Then she sighed. “Speaking of dog-boy, he won't try and mark his territory all over Ben's farm, will he?” Gina had chosen to have her wedding in a place that spoke of peace and freedom and change. Ryan would be giving her away.
Blaze snickered and she giggled in response before her partner-in-crime wiped the smile away. “Don't tell Jack I laughed. We agreed to do this whole cat and dog thing, but he still gets pissed when you guys crack dog jokes."
She swallowed her laugh. “It's just so hard, Blaze. I mean, dogs…” Gina looked around and lowered her voice to a whisper, “They eat their own shit. I hope you broke him of that habit when you moved in together.” She shuddered. “Gross."
Before Blaze could respond, Meg yelled from across the store. Bridal Warehouse was just that, a big freaking warehouse filled from front to back in nothing but frilly white dresses. With Gina's curly thick hair and dark golden skin, white looked stark and forbidding. White, the bane of a curvy chick's existence.
"All right, let's do this. I swear to God, though… If she's got more than ten dresses over there, I'm picking number five. I don't care how ugly it is. I am done with this wedding preparation shit. Daniel is much better at it."
Blaze squeezed her shoulder. “Agreed. I never knew that beneath that sweet exterior of Meg's lurked a freaking drill sergeant. It's all Ben's fault. Good sex can change a woman."
"Gi-na!" Meg's teacher-tone flashed Gina back to the first grade.
"Damn, the woman's got a set of pipes on her, too,” Blaze muttered.
"You aren't lying. You should hear her and Ben going at it. I swear, his sole purpose in life is to fuck the stripes onto her. No lie.” Gina laughed and the two of them meandered toward the back of the warehouse.
They passed rack after rack after rack of white and cream colored frilly-ness. Long dresses, short dresses and pieces of cloth that could never even pass for a dress hung all around them. Her skin felt tight and itchy just looking at them. Halfway through the store, a bright swath of red caught her eye and Gina paused.
"Whoa.” She cut between two racks. There, lining the side wall of Bridal Warehouse, were mannequins dressed in… colors.
She reached out and
Blaze flung the door wide. “Bitch, I say we call it quits now and do the Britney thing. Track suits are hella more comfortable than the froo-froo stuff we've been looking at all day."
Meg stopped in the entryway. “No, no track suits,” She pointed at Blaze. “No bare feet.” And then the tiny tigress turned on Gina. “And, yes, there will be clothes. This will not be a nudist wedding."
Gina's jaw dropped open. “Way to grow a pair, Meg-sie."
Meg caressed Gina's arm. “I'm forcing the dress, but I really do believe we can find the perfect one for you. This is your day to be a princess, Gina, to your pair of charming princes."
The woman smiled and strode into the store, her copper hair swishing with purpose. She and Blaze trudged along behind her. Meg grabbed a saleswoman while Gina and Blaze stared at the sea of white before them.
"I can't do it, Blaze."
Her long time friend threw an arm around her shoulders. “Ah, sure you can, Gina. You want to get married, right? Well, looking like a bleached circus tent is just part of the fun."
Gina elbowed her friend. “Bitch. You know you'll be doing this in a few months.” The sparkle of Blaze's engagement ring caught a ray of the fading sunlight and threw rainbows along the floor.
"Yeah, yeah. Only, Jack and I agreed that comfort came before the whole ‘following tradition’ thing. We're not a terribly traditional couple. Plus, I'm hoping Meg will work out her mothering needs with planning your wedding. Maybe by the time mine comes along, she'll dig the whole track suit and bare feet idea."
Gina snorted. “Not hardly.” Then she sighed. “Speaking of dog-boy, he won't try and mark his territory all over Ben's farm, will he?” Gina had chosen to have her wedding in a place that spoke of peace and freedom and change. Ryan would be giving her away.
Blaze snickered and she giggled in response before her partner-in-crime wiped the smile away. “Don't tell Jack I laughed. We agreed to do this whole cat and dog thing, but he still gets pissed when you guys crack dog jokes."
She swallowed her laugh. “It's just so hard, Blaze. I mean, dogs…” Gina looked around and lowered her voice to a whisper, “They eat their own shit. I hope you broke him of that habit when you moved in together.” She shuddered. “Gross."
Before Blaze could respond, Meg yelled from across the store. Bridal Warehouse was just that, a big freaking warehouse filled from front to back in nothing but frilly white dresses. With Gina's curly thick hair and dark golden skin, white looked stark and forbidding. White, the bane of a curvy chick's existence.
"All right, let's do this. I swear to God, though… If she's got more than ten dresses over there, I'm picking number five. I don't care how ugly it is. I am done with this wedding preparation shit. Daniel is much better at it."
Blaze squeezed her shoulder. “Agreed. I never knew that beneath that sweet exterior of Meg's lurked a freaking drill sergeant. It's all Ben's fault. Good sex can change a woman."
"Gi-na!" Meg's teacher-tone flashed Gina back to the first grade.
"Damn, the woman's got a set of pipes on her, too,” Blaze muttered.
"You aren't lying. You should hear her and Ben going at it. I swear, his sole purpose in life is to fuck the stripes onto her. No lie.” Gina laughed and the two of them meandered toward the back of the warehouse.
They passed rack after rack after rack of white and cream colored frilly-ness. Long dresses, short dresses and pieces of cloth that could never even pass for a dress hung all around them. Her skin felt tight and itchy just looking at them. Halfway through the store, a bright swath of red caught her eye and Gina paused.
"Whoa.” She cut between two racks. There, lining the side wall of Bridal Warehouse, were mannequins dressed in… colors.
She reached out and
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