“Which is why I’m telling you,” Chloe said patiently.
“Dammit, now I want fajitas,” Bailey grumbled.“You nervous?”
“A little,” Chloe admitted.“Mostly about maybe doing anal for the first time.”
Bailey nodded.“You know how to prep, right?”
Chloe nodded.“Jesse sent me some good links.”
“Prep?”Gwen frowned.
“Anal douche,” Bailey clarified.
Gwen’s set her soda down with a thunk.“Analdouche?That’s a thing you have to do?”
“Well, you don’thaveto,” Bailey drawled.“But it’s the polite thing to do.Don’t you clean your apartment when you invite people over?”
“Yes.”
Bailey shrugged.“Same thing.”
Gwen was silent for a moment, then she said, “That seems like an awful lot of trouble to go through when you’ve got a perfectly good, self-cleaning vagina right there.”
“You’re so distressingly vanilla sometimes,” Bailey said.
“I amdeliciouslyvanilla, and I’m not ashamed of it,” Gwen shot back.“And can we please change the subject?”
Bailey rolled her eyes.“What do you want to talk about?”
“Anything except butt holes.”Scowling, Gwen picked up her can of Vernors and gestured at Bailey.“What’s the deal with your roommate?Is she still moving out next month?”
“Oh, she moved out yesterday,” Bailey said, spreading her arms.“Can’t you tell?”
Chloe looked around Bailey’s kitchen and through the open archway into the living room, both of which looked the same as they had when she’d been there last.“No.”
“That’s because she left all her shit behind.”Bailey scowled.“Didn’t even pack it up.She wants me to let her keep it here for another month until Bruce finds a place to store his amps and drums.”
“Bruce is the boyfriend, I take it?”Gwen asked.
Bailey nodded.“He’s in a punk band.I’m pretty sure they’re Nazis.”
“Ew.”
“Which is only one of the reasons I had the locks changed yesterday, and I’m getting security cameras tomorrow.”
“Are you going to get another roommate?”Gwen wanted to know.
“I don’t know.After Joann, I don’t really want to put up with anyone else’s bullshit—or their Nazi boyfriend.”
“Can’t blame you.”
“But I really do hate living alone.”
“You should get a dog,” Chloe suggested.
Bailey sipped her beer.“Dogs need to be walked.”
“Okay, a cat.”
