Laureen navigated her car through the parking garage. Despite the age, it had a navigation system, but wasn't an automatic. The interior of the Ford Fiesta was clean, on the rear mirror a pair of cloth dice hung and shifted around as the car moved. Multiple bugs had smashed against the windshield at one point, so it was in need of cleaning, which was also the case for the remaining car on the outside. A layer of dust, mixed with pollen tinted the car's blue into a light shade of gray.

Giselle had been careful when getting into the car so her clothes stayed clean, but it hadn't been as daunting as expected when the car next to theirs had already left the parking spot.

"Love, do you want me to stay over?", Laury asked her all of a sudden. Giselle gave her a flat look in response, one her coworker couldn't see, she had the eyes on the road. "I don't need babysitting, Laury. I'm fine", the brunette said after realizing her look might have gone unnoticed.

"No, you're not fine. I've known you for years and you're not fine!", Laury sounded determined and added, "We'll drop by my place, I grab the clothes I need and that's that". Then the woman raised a finger and glanced over, "No, you don't get to reject me!".

Giselle crossed both arms in front of her chest and looked outside the window on the opposite side of the driver. "Okay, fine", she said grumpily and Laury snickered.

With her coworker making decisions for her, she stayed silent for the drive. The car fit into a small parking spot on the side of the road while Laury fetched everything she needed. It took her over ten minutes. As she jumped into the seat and started the engine, she announced, "Ready! Let's drive". Giselle opened her mouth and wanted to complain about what took the woman so long to pack a toothbrush and clothes, but then she saw it. "Did you already change and remove your makeup and all that?", she wondered while peering at the slightly glossy face of her driver. "Of course! Do you think I want to go to bed with a crust on my face? And then I also jumped into something more comfy, threw in my toothbrush and the light makeup for tomorrow, my pajamas and the spare clothes I'll need in the morning. I'll borrow your shampoo and soap and hairdryer and now we're good!", she said with a grin. Her passenger just shook her head and shrugged. "What! I need to be presentable tomorrow!", the driver added sheepishly. When Giselle responded, she said what she had been meaning to say for a long time, "You don't need that much makeup, Laury. Look at you. You're pretty like that!".

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The woman next to her turned her head when the car stopped at a traffic light a few seconds later, "Do you really mean that?". "Fuck yes! I mean that!", the brunette exclaimed and Laury gave her a thoughtful stare. Both women fell silent again. The air wasn't heavy and so they enjoyed the drive out of town. Giselle handed her key over to open the gate down into the parking garage. Since Ian had taken the car, their spot would be empty.

A few minutes later, they entered a dark apartment. It was just as she had left it 8 hours ago. Ian had not been home. Laureen took her shoes off and put the bag next to the bathroom door. She fell into the soft cushions of the sofa and waited for Giselle to join her. It took a little while, as the brunette had to wash off the makeup, too. Then she went to the bedroom and changed into the pajamas. She stayed slightly behind the open door when she undressed and yelled out, "Y'know, you can get something to drink. You know where it is, right?". There was no response and a minute later she emerged in her silk pajamas. The ones she wore to Annie on that fateful poker night. "Oh, don't wear such a face, your thong is quite pretty after all!", Laury told her and chuckled. Giselle just blushed and went into the kitchen to fetch drinks, "Saw that, huh? Yeah well, do you want wine, juice or water?". "Love, I can even see it now in that lingerie you're wearing. Wine and water, please!", her coworker teased her. It forced her to look down her own body and assess herself. Granted, she could see her nipples, most of the shape of her breasts, her thighs and since the pants hugged her silhouette tightly, one could probably see her panties. She sighed and made a mental note to only wear it when she was alone, or when Ian was around. Ian immediately reminded her of her morning. She grimaced. The woman on the sofa peered at her and pointed with her index towards her face, drawing a circle in the air, "How the fuck did you get from lingerie and wine to that expression?".