Log: Monet, Clarice and a bottle of wine

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Monet, Clarice and a bottle of wine on Friday night.


It was pretty lame in Clarice's opinion that it was a Friday night and she didn't have plans. It seemed everyone she was inclined to hang out with was busy and after her last debacle at a club there was no way she was going to one to dance right now. Instead, she was enjoying a bottle of wine she had recieved for Christmas, a very good vintage too she thought, though her palate was extremely untrained, and watching movies. Bo-ring and a general recipe for disaster. Oh yes.

Monet, equally lacking in plans for the evening wandered out of her room where she'd been reading until the sound of the movie distracted her and settled at the other end of the couch and reached for the wine. Pouring a glass, she leaned back against the cushions, kicked her shoes off and rested her feet on the coffee table. "Whatcha watching?"

"Strange Bedfellows. It's this Australian movie. Basically it's I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry, but this one came first. And it stars the Crocodile Dundee dude, which automatically makes it cooler than anything Adam Sandler did," she owned both movies actually and so far, this was almost scene for scene the same movie. Then again, she owned a lot of movies about gay boiz, "They're apparently fighting over copyright and plagerism and stuff in court."

Monet nodded. "Oooh!" She pointed at the screen. "That guy was totally in Home and Away! He got really pissed at the Logies last year." She paused a moment. "But I'm not sure that having Paul Hogan in is ever a good thing."

"I love Paul Hogan," Clarice replied. She refilled her glass with the bottle, "I mean, what's not to love about a man that can wrestle alligators?" that explained why she had dated Kyle too. Though she was quite blithely willing to ignore that Crocodile Dundee wasn't real. "Yeah? I've never seen Home and Away." Silly Australians and their TV.

"Ill leave him to you. Anyway, he's old. He's like, as old as my granddad." Monet reached for the wine and refilled her glass, too. "I don't think you've missed all that much with Home and Away: it's a soapie about these people living by the beach."

"So? Still hot. Like Sean Connery. Hot," Clarice didn't really sip her wine. She drank it like it was a soda and it was clearly going straight to her head, "And you. Yup."

Monet grinned, taking another sip of her wine - a sweet white something-or-other that was amazingly drinkable. "Me? Well, duh." Clarice did have gorgeous legs...

"Miss Perfect," Clarice replied, smiling, "So obviously. But see, I think I need proof about your perfection," she leaned over and kissed Monet on the lips, "Well, your lips are pretty perfect," she granted after a thorough kiss.

"Honey, I thought you were straight?" Monet asked. Monet herself was very cheerfully not but she'd long-ago stuck Clarice into the 'probably isn't interested in girls category. "Not that this isn't fun, but..." she trailed off.

"Nope. Gave up guys for Lent. All girls now," she said with a smile, not stopping at Monet's lips and brushing her long black hair from her face, "Muff for me!"

"Awesome." Monet ran a hand down Clarice's arm and kissed her back.