or two friends on the dance floor.
Millissa said Corky was classy and selective, and very feminine; Trixie said Corky was a tease. Trixie told Millissa it bothered her to see Millissa chase Corky with so little success, especially when there were so many other available women, like Trixie. Trixie said she didn’t believe Corky was really bi-sexual as she claimed. There were too many boyfriends and not many girlfriends. Hadn’t Millissa gotten only a cuddle or two from her? The modesty was false, Trixie said, and irritating, even if her profile said, “Ain’t Misbehavin’.” This was Second Life, the place to shed inhibitions and have new experiences like Millissa did. Trixie said it was obvious Corky’s flirting plus ambiguous hints of things to come were frustrating Millissa.
Millissa pouted in the middle of the dance floor. “Well, let’s see if it picks up; if not, I’m going someplace else,” Millissa IMed to Trixie, although she had no intention of leaving, expecting the club owner would later pay her L$400 to take off her top, and maybe a bit more for the rest.
“Oh!!! Don’t leave, stay here.” Trixie’s desperation came clearly through on the IM window.
Millissa didn’t answer; she started dancing. I muted the computer speakers so my parents couldn’t hear. I reached for the telephone and made two calls. I ordered a large double cheese pizza and checked with the video store to see if “300” had come in yet. I left my room, took a leak, grabbed a Pepsi and returned. Millissa was still dancing.
There was an IM from Trixie: “Where did you go?”
Millissa IMed: “telephone.”
“Nice to have you back, hun.”
Millissa shouted “Woo-Hoo” in chat. She paid L$50 into Corky’s tip jar and IMed: “Love you.” Corky IMed back: |
“Me too :).” I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bag of potato chips and another Pepsi. I spread my math homework on the desk in case my mother walked in.
Millissa had one IM waiting, from Vinni, her best friend and fuck-buddy: “Stay at the beach club. We need to talk.”
The IM made me restless. Did Vinni plan to ask Millissa to partner? Millissa hoped so. She’d hinted at it enough. In fact, she and Vinni often stayed up all night, partying and making love. Recently, they had begun to do it increasingly frequently in three-ways that usually included Trixie.
Millissa liked Trixie but sometimes wished she would go away. She hung on, even when it was clear Millissa wanted to be alone with Vinni. Vinni was just too polite about it, and even told Millissa once she liked three-ways better than anything.
Millissa stayed on the dance floor but it was getting boring just waiting there, sort of like watching people from a tall building; you see them move but you’re not in the action. My attention wandered and I turned on the television and loaded a DVD. Occasionally Millissa would shout a “WooHoo, way to GO!!!!!!!” which I had saved to the clipboard and pasted into the Chat window at intervals.
Vinni finally rezzed. I didn’t recognize her at first. Her hair was changed, for one thing; it was Annie Lennox short instead of her usual long black flexis. She hadn’t dressed for the beach party, either; she was wearing a black tee-shirt and jeans. I zoomed in the camera. She was slimmer, too; no boobs. Maybe she was debuting a new look. I didn’t like it.
A blond newbie rezzed just after her: Jennyfer Volenski. I recognized her. She was with Vinni yesterday. Millissa had hit on her, but got brushed off. I really didn’t like that.
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