Cammie and Lil

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A day of laying around leads to Lil and Cammie coming to a startling revelation.



Between Silver on Friday night, a day (and night) with Bishop on Saturday-into-Sunday and then work, Lil was beat. With no other plans, the blonde had made it as far as the recroom and then had collapsed onto the couch, determined not to move until the kiddies got out of classes. Television, a bottle of water and various snacks were all at her disposal along with her iPod and a few magazines she'd hauled in with her. Complete vegetation with nothing to do for hours. Simply put: it was the perfect way to spend a day.

Cammie was up and around. After going about what she had been the last few days and 'cleaning' out the fridge and took today's fine. Some sort of meat that smelled of rot and mystery, slapped it on a couple pieces of fresh bread and made her way to one of the rec rooms. She was happily showing off her Violence isn't the answer (I got it wrong on purpose) shirt today.

It was then she saw Lil on the couch. Holding her rotting meat sandwich in her mouth she wandered over, leaned over the edge of the couch and looked down at the giant. "So, some little tailor take you down or is this just where the giants go to sleep?"

"Ain't sleeping," Lil pointed out as she laid the copy of Cosmo across her stomach and looked up at the green-haired girl with a smirk. "Just relaxing and I needed a change of scenery. Nice shirt. You get someone else to buy it for you?" The blonde would have gladly done it but it looked like Cammie had found someone else to be her t-shirt mule.

"Yeah, that thing I said didn't exist? I guess does," she wasn't going to sell Adrienne out, unless she got really bored, "But get this. The site isn't really closing. It was all a stunt prank thing," Cammie said with a laugh. She got a kick out of stuff like that. Of course, her sense of humor was about as far from normal as someone could get.

The Amazon's smile blossomed. "Told you she did," Lil laughed. "I got a couple, too. Just haven't worn them yet." Having 'If I had balls they'd be bigger than yours' splashed across her chest for Valentine's Day - or even the day after - seemed a little tacky and today she'd just picked out the first thing she'd found that was clean.

News that the site wasn't closing had Lil sitting up a bit. "Really? It's not. Damn. Good ploy to increase sales," she said then reached to grab a chocolate from her stash and popped it in her mouth. Another was offered to Cammie but from the looks of the girl's lunch, the Canadian didn't think she'd be accepting.

"Yeah, I checked it out today. There's a great post from the owner and they've brought back some horrible, horrible shirts. It's almost enough to make me want to get a job," Cammie said the rest with a yeah-right expression on her face. For the moment she was happy free loading. Though without really fighting or even stealing stuff, boredom was starting to set in.

She shook her head when Lil offered her chocolate, "Thanks but I can't taste those. So the appeal is lost on me. Hell, even when I could taste those the appeal was lost on me."

"I'm gonna have to read it when I go back to my room." She hadn't bothered to tote the laptop in because that meant unhooking her brand new webcam and the blonde wasn't sure she could get it set up again if she did. "And check out the new shirts."

Lil shrugged when the chocolate was turned down and popped it into her own mouth. "Kinda weird, huh? You can't taste stuff and I can't feel stuff," she mused out. "Always some kinda trade off it seems."

"Sex must suck if you can't feel anything," Cammie said with no shame whatsoever. "And yeah, I guess. I mean, if you had dipped that chocolate in motor oil, I could taste it. And it would taste good. And I get that creeps people out, but whatever," she said the last with a shrug.

"At least with me around, you people will never have to worry about cleaning out your fridge again. Well, maybe the scrubbing it out bit, because that's not what I do, but yeah. And you really need to check out the shirts. There's one about clubbing baby seals, but its seals at a dance club they're talking about," Cammie said with a grin.

"Didn't say I couldn't feel anything. Just some stuff - textures, temperature, stuff like that. You can't taste bland food, yeah? Need extra spice for that kick?" A naughty smirk spread over her lips and she took along swig of her water. "Apply the same idea to sex and that's what it's like for me." Well, not the exact same idea, but it was the closest Lil care to get without discussing the specifics of her sex life.

She snorted and gave a little shake of her head. "You're more than welcome to clean out our fridge whenever I forget." Which was often. Lil wasn't much of a cleaner. "And I saw the clubbing baby seals one before. Cute but not for me. I'm gonna have to see what they've got an make up a wishlist for the Evil T-Shirt Fairy."

"Eww," Cammie said to the first, "Well, I hope you have your man well trained then. And hopefully he didn't run away screaming when he realized you were about three inches taller the other night," Cammie said.

"And how can you say no to Stop Clubbing Baby Seals?" Cammie asked, "I mean, clubbing… baby seals! Oh, fine. And sure, I'll clean out your fridge of food, but you're doing the scrubbing yourself."

"Former cop; he knows how to take orders and handle his weapon. And, sweetie, with those heels, he didn't take his eyes - or his hands - off my ass the entire night." The blonde looked immensely proud of herself as she lounged. Deciding to play nice, at least for now, she saved any comments about spending all of Valentine's day - or most of it along with the good portion of the day after - with him as well.

Stilll smirking, Lil gave a cat-like stretch and dropped her magazine onto the floor. "Deal. All the moldy leftovers you can find are yours," she promised. "It's a funny shirt, just not my speed. I'm a little... cruder."

"Oh, oh, I have horrible images burned into my brain now!" Cammie said, her voice ripe with mock suffering. "You can keep your weapon handling man with a giant fetish, I am not so very, very scarred by the Zombie Queen," she finished, and then leaned over the couch like she was about ready to pass out.

"Ooooh, moldy leftovers. And yeah, then you'll like the one they have finishing your pussy on account of the 'starving' children in Ethopia."

She laughed and took another sip of her water while Cammie put on her little show though nearly spit it all out when the girl mentioned the t-shirt. "Oh please don't tell Adrienne about that one," Lil groaned.

"Why?" Cammie asked, "She play for the home team or something?" she said snickering. Damn, almost. Well, she could figure out something else to make Lil choke on her water. "I mean, not that I care, but it's a thing I have with blackmail. I'd just like to know."

Lil's shoulder rose and fell in one of her signature shrugs. "She hit on me couple weeks back. That's what started all this; I had a... bad reaction to her propositioning me but we got over it. Then she sent me a shirt that says 'Canadians Eat More Beaver' across the tits. So, I wore it." Another chocolate disappeared into her mouth. "

"Huh," was all Cammie said, around a mouthful of sandwich. She honestly didn't care. Women did nothing for her personally. But other than 'blackmail' either real or imagined it wasn't her business, "Well, do they? Eat more beaver, I mean. I wouldn't know, not being from Canada. I don't think I can count the couple months I spent in Toronto thinking I was a moron for going north in the winter."

"Wouldn't know," Lil returned with another shrug. "Never had beaver myself. Real or the other kind. Not that it matters; Adrienne was just teasing." At least, that's what the blonde hoped. "And if it's gonna score me a few free tshirts, I can handle it."

"Haha, you're a t-shirt whore," Cammie pointed out with a laugh. The grin said it was meant to be taken lightly. Not that she would mind if it wasn't, but hey. "…Damnit, does this mean I'm a t-shirt whore now too?"

Cackling, the older woman nodded. "Hate to break it to you, but yeah, you are. Welcome to the club. Here's hoping Adrienne doesn't start hiring us out."

“Damnit!” Cammie said again. And that was about all she had as far as that went. Welcome to life as a t-shirt whore. Then she was chuckling too.