So Good At Being In Trouble

Margo leaned back, a wink settling onto her expression with ease. "My type is young, fit, and viral. The rest are just details."

"Virile," Molly corrected, stubbing the last of her cigarette out on the sole of her shoe.

But Margo was pressing on. "Type's are overrated, and besides, sexuality is a spectrum." She glanced towards Molly to confirm that this was true, and Molly lit another cigarette.

"He's tall with shoulders that go on for centuries," she said, a little sigh as she looked up into the sky. "Arms are a little long for his body. Makes him look a bit like a monkey but weirdly works for him? I dunno." She shrugged. "Molly, you have anything to drink?" The brunette shook her head and Margo flopped onto her back. "Oh well," she sang, before turning to look at Millie. She rolled over onto her stomach, putting her chin into her hands, beaming at Millie. "So, Millie-Millie-bo-Billie. What trouble we getting into this year?"