“Oh I agree!” Lou leaned forward. “So what was the dream about?”
“Oh magahd, Lou!” Sally’s face flamed, if possible, even brighter.
“Well now I’vegotto know!”
Chet turned to look at them from over his shoulder. “Now I’m curious, too. You don’t usually turn quitethatshade of crimson when she needles you for details.”
Sally rolled her eyes, giving him alook. “Thanks, Chet.”
“Welcome!” He grinned cheekily, waving his spatula.
Sally poured her coffee, face still flushed, as she studiously ignored Lou’s pointed stare. Lou pouted, batting her eyelashes.
“Sallyyyyyy.”
“No.”
“Pleeaaaassseeee???”
“NO.”
“You got to listen to me and my boyfriend haveverygood sex this morning, but I don’t get to know about your wet dream? Comeon, that ain’t fair!”
Sally silently stirred sugar into her cup and took a bracing sip. She gave Lou a side-eyed glance, watching her friend practically pee her pants trying to hold herself back from shaking Sally silly. Sally’s lips twitched into a tiny smile.
“I SEE THAT SMILE! Yer havin’ a go at me! Ohhh, you’re someanin the mornin’!”
Sally laughed, “Well you’re an easy mark before coffee, so I’ve gotta get my fun in somehow!”
They sat at the table, waiting for Chet to appear with food. Llewellyn tapped the table in impatience.
“Well?!?!”
Sally flushed once more, but finally told her friend, “I got fucked by the Xenomorph Queen…”
Lou let out a shriek of excited laughter, slapping at her knee. “Tell me more! Tell me more!”
Sally leaned in conspiratorially, “…andPredator.”
Lou’s eyes went wide with surprise while Chet made an appreciative noise and delivered a plate of breakfast burritos. The cowboy waggled his eyebrows and grinned at Sally as she watched him sit down a trifle gingerly. Before Sally could say anymore about her dream, or comment on Chet’s delicate ass, Tracy banged on the door.
“Let me in, you weirdos! I smell Chet’s cookin’ and I’m hongry!”
Lou scooted up to let Tracy in, telling her instantly, “You’re just in time! Sally was about to tell us about her dream gettin’ railed by aliens!”
Tracy grinned as she joined them at the table. “Sal, did you get Eiffel-Towered by ET? Does this officially make you a U-F-Ho now?”
Sally groaned, “Tracy, it is too early for puns! At least let me have my coffee first!”
“It’s never too early for puns! Well go on, I want to hear about this!”
“Alright,look, all I’ll say is that the Xenomorph QueenandPredator were there. It started with me gettin’ railed by the Queen and ended with them fighting over who got to do the railing!”
Everybody looked at her expectantly.
“OH MAH GAHD, FINE! Predator had like 4 dick-heads in one and the Xenomorph had, erm…” Sally made a gesture mimicking the infamous tiny, secondary Xenomorph mouth. “…only it weredown there, if you know what I’m sayin’.”
“Talk about ‘eatin’ out’!” Chet muttered, grinning.
