Pink on pink

Aliza and Niki show up at Charlene’s place for the weekend, already flushed with plans for a party. The popcorn is still popping when the mood shifts. One of them sinks into the couch first, legs parting with casual ease, and the other follows without a word. Fingers trace warm skin, blond hair spilling over flushed cheeks. Shorts slip down. Hands find what they’re looking for. The television flickers, ignored. A soft laugh, then a sigh. Bodies tangle in the blue light, pink on pink, the three of them lost in it before the microwave even beeps.