Log: Layla and Sarah, Monday evening (backdated)

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On Hallowe'en night Sarah stops by to visit Layla and, after some suspicious activities with candy, they head out to Blockbuster to rent some scary movies.


After reading on the journals that Layla had been tasked with taking pictures of all the craziness that was the hay ride, Sarah was a little worried. Not that she didn't trust Layla, or that she thought the blonde would use the pictures against her or anything like that, it was just a little worrisome to know that there was photographic evidence of... whatever she'd been that night. She still shuddered to think how she'd acted, how she'd treated Layla, and the last thing she wanted was any proof or reminders of that night.

So she decided it was time to pay her friend a visit. Not only to ask about the pictures, but to also bring her a little loot bag of sorts. Sarah's parents had sent her a ton of candy, both for Hallowe'en and to make up for the fact they'd been too busy to visit the previous weekend. Things were hectic and busy back in DC, as usual, and they couldn't make it up to see her. Thankfully she'd had plans with Layla to go into the city anyway so it was no big deal, and she'd see them for Thanksgiving soon anyway, but she wasn't about to turn down free candy. She packed up a brown paper bag with as many chocolates, gummy bears, lollipops, and any and all other little bits of candy that she could, then brought it with her as she headed to Layla's room.

Once she got there, she stopped and knocked loudly several times. She'd learned her lesson about barging in on the other girl so this time she waited until either the door opened for her or she heard clear permission to come on in.

It was a good thing Sarah had knocked. Layla was in the process of jumping as high up as she could from her bed and throwing herself in the air so she could try to fall the right way. It was her not entirely useful way of practicing the stuff Kyle wanted to make sure she had down before he tried to teach her awesome flippy things. Of course, falling was something she practiced in self-defense as well but she needed more practice than that. A rather loud thud came not that long after the knock on the door. Layla was wincing a bit and rubbing her ass when she opened the door to find Sarah there.

"Oh, hey." Any attempts at rubbing away the pain in her bony ass where she had connected with the floor instead of the mattress was abruptly abandoned. A faint pink flush began just as quickly. "What's up?"

She'd learned that lesson well from the last time she'd just walked on into Layla's room without confirmation, which had resulted in Layla falling down, however it sounded like something else had fallen down without her barging in. Sarah frowned at the loud thud but turned that into a smile when the blonde girl opened the door.

"Trick or treat!" Holding up the bag she'd stuffed with candy for her, Sarah once again frowned a little as she saw Layla. "Well, treat I guess, no tricking, but still. Are you ok?" Would it be nosy of her to ask what that thud had been? She seemed alright, the slight pinkness aside anyway. "Just wanted to bring you this and see how you were doing." And the ask about the pictures, which she'd eventually do.

"You know you usually get candy when you go to doors and say 'trick or treat.' You're doing this whole thing backward, kid." Layla was, however, smiling. She stepped back to let Sarah into the suite after taking the bag. Of course, she couldn't just open the bag to see what was in it. She had to shake it like a Christmas present and then guess. "And, yeah, I'm fine. Should I not be fine? Do I have a fatal disease and you found out before me?"

"Aha, well maybe it's a trick then!" Perhaps she had ulterior motives, which was kind of true in a way. "Anyway, it's better to give than receive, or something." She smiled at Layla, tucking some hair behind one of her ears as she entered the room. Sarah put her hands in her pockets and turned around, watching Layla shake the bag of candy. "No, you're fine, that's good. I just heard a noise, that's all, and." And last time she came into the room the blonde had taken a rough little tumble on the floor, so maybe she had again? Hopefully not though, she didn't want her to be hurt, so fine was good. "Never mind, I'm silly. I'm glad you're fine!"

"Ooooh! The noise." A sheepish look overcame Layla's expression. "Yeeeeah, that. Flawed practice technique. Let's just say the floor in my room is really fucking hard." Layla closed the door behind Sarah, then wandered over toward the couch in the common area and hopped over the back to land neatly on a cushion. She patted the cushion next to her as an invitation to Sarah. Now, there were priorities, which was to investigate this goodie bag which had so conveniently fallen into her lap. "Also, thanks. I'm sorta, uh, not really eager to put on a costume and try to convince the 'townsfolk' to give me candy. This totally gives me all the trick or treating benefit without having to actually do it." Layla grinned over at the other girl.

"Ahhhhh, ok, gotcha." Sarah nodded and wouldn't press for any more information than that. Nobody liked to linger on that kind of thing, falling down while practicing something, it was usually more embarrassing than actually physically painful. She watched Layla move over to the couch, smiling and walking around to the front of the couch once the other girl had patted the cushion beside her. Sarah took a seat, crossing her legs as she did so. While she wasn't dressed up in costume, she did have on some nice, bright orange tights that were fitting for the occasion, and also had the benefit of keeping her warm, what with the cold weather and all. "Thank my mom, she sent a crapload of stuff. You're doing me a favour because otherwise I'd just eat it all and go crazy on a sugar rampage or something." She'd already had a lot of it before coming to see Layla, truth be told. "Exactly, see, it's a treat!" That's why she said treat earlier after all. No tricking from her! She returned the smile, leaning back in the seat a little and looking from Layla, to the candy bag, back to Layla, then the bag again. "Well, open it, come on!" She really was a little more hyper than usual, shh.

Unfolding the top of the paper bag, Layla spared a glance over toward Sarah. "I could thank your mom but it might be kinda weird for her to have some kid she doesn't know thanking her for candy you were supposed to get sugar high in class on." She stuck out her tongue at the brunette, then peered into the bag. "You know, I'm not supposed to take unwrapped candy. It could have a razor hidden in it. Or be drugged." Layla pulled out a stray gummy bear, narrowed her eyes at it, then licked it. "Sarah, are you trying to drug me?"

Sarah thought about that for a moment. "Well, yeah, I suppose that might be a little weird. Especially since she hasn't met you yet." Yet being the key word! "I still have enough to get high though, no worries!" That came out a little wrong, but she still had more than enough candy stashed away in her room nonetheless. "That only applies to strangers, and I'm not strange, am I?" She batted her eyelashes at Layla, smiling prettily at her. Laughing as Layla tested the gummy bear, she shook her head. "Of course not! Though if I was gonna do that, I wouldn't actually tell you, would I?" To prove otherwise, however, she also snagged a gummy bear out of the bag and made a big show out of licking it like Layla had done. "See? All safe!"

"You are strange," Layla pointed out. She squinted at Sarah, then licked the other side of the gummy bear. "And some times you're stranger than other times. So that kinda makes you a stranger. And you licking that bear all seductively like that, yep, totally qualifies as strange." She said this while licking her own bear again with an utterly straight face. "And you could be immune. Like the tiny Sicilian man in The Princess Bride. Or it could be only on the back." Layla wiggled a finger at Sarah's gummy bear. "Prove yourself. Lick his ass."

"Heyyyy, I'm not strange!" She tried to mock!pout at Layla but it didn't really work as she was grinning at the whole joking around bit. Her eyes went wide at the blonde's words, however. "Layla!" She tried to look shocked but honestly how could you not laugh at such a ridiculous phrase as that? While trying not to laugh, she held up her bear and turned him around. "And you think I'm strange." Perhaps she was after all because, after another moment's hesitation, she quickly licked the bear again, then promptly ate it to destroy the evidence. "There, safe!" Sarah laughed and then pointed at Layla's piece of candy. "I'm not licking yours though!"

Layla immediately started pouting. She presented her gummy bear's backside to Sarah and started to sort of wiggle-march it in the other girl's direction. "But Sarah," she said the name in a singsong, "lookit how sexy my ass is. It's a fantastic ass. So perky! C'mon, you know you wanna lick it. Just a little bit. I taste like cheeeeerry." The last word was also said in singsong, though Layla was pretty sure the bear was whatever they were passing off as miscellaneous red flavor these days. It probably wasn't cherry. Maybe strawberry. By now the bear was dancing around mere inches from Sarah's mouth. "C'mon....show it some love. Just a little bit. You know you want to."

The combination of a sugar high and Layla's puppetry and sing-song voice made her giggle uncontrollably. "It's a candy ass!" Well, it was a piece of candy, after all. "Noooooooooooooo!" She raised her hand up to block it, but her hand fell as she laughed even more at the cherry part, because holy crap. It was kind of adorable. And then the bear was inches away from her and there was nowhere else to turn. Well, she could've gotten up and ran away but she didn't want to do that. So instead she looked up at Layla, her eyes meeting with the other girl to make sure she really was serious, then she stuck out her tongue and ever so briefly reached out and juuuuust touched the bear, and a slight bit of Layla's finger too. It was a small bear, after all!

A scandalized expression came over Layla's face at once and she retracted the bear quickly. "Do you have a gummy-on for Sarah now, Mister Bear?" She gave the little gummy bear a scathingly disapproving look. Then she popped him into her mouth, closed her eyes and chewed him up with an Mm.... sound. As she chewed she cracked an eye open to look at Sarah. "Admit it, you loved it. You were timid, but that's okay. You'll get less nervous about my ass next time around." She grinned and swallowed. "I knew you couldn't resist my ass though. And I was right. Cherry."

"Laylaaaaa!" She was still laughing but the idea of a... well, she was just glad that Layla had eaten the gummy bear and now that was that. There were probably more inside the bag but at least that one was gone. Sarah brushed a hand through her hair as Layla ate it with her eyes closed, then grinned a little as she opened an eye and spoke to her. "You were gentle, it's true." Her cheeks flushed a violent colour of red as she talked about her ass though, because ohmygosh, Layla. Layla! There were no words there for a few moments, even though she opened her mouth, and after a few more seconds... no, there were still no words, only more blushing. "I... it tasted like cherry, yeah." She sat up and hugged her knees to herself, partly because that enabled her to bury her face a little and cover up the omgblushing. "So, uh, what are you doing?" Besides trying to make her spontaneously combust or something.

"Right now I'm getting on with the sweet gummy ass action. I'm an ass girl, what can I say?" She grinned, fished another gummy bear out and tossed it into the air to try to catch it in her mouth. She failed, tossed it again and failed again. After the fourth attempt she just popped it in her mouth. "Before I was jumping on my bed like the careless wild child that I am. And later I was planning to avoid this whole trick-or-treating thing by watching horror movies. Maybe classics. Maybe new stuff. Maybe really, really gory shit. I'm not really decided yet. Except nothing lame like Scream 4 or something. I don't do lame horror. I think there was a station playing totally fucked up Japanese horror movies at some point tonight if you're interested. I swear, the Japanese are the most fucking demented people on earth. There is no other excuse for their movies. Which are awesome."

Sarah just leaned her ear against her knees, her head turned to one side, one red cheek hidden by her leggings and the other covered by her hair. She watched Layla try to toss the gummy bear in her mouth, grinning at each failed attempt and cooling off back to normal. "Well, what else is there? I mean, I know what else there is, but what else would you... gummy bears taste awesome." That was a quick way to end it there. She hugged her legs again, then turned her head back up when the talk shifted to movies. "Ew, Scream 4, yeah, that was a bad choice for those actors." Not the best movie ever in her opinion. She raised her eyebrows at the mention of Japanese horror movies. "I don't think I've ever seen one of those, really. That'd be cool, sure." Sarah smiled again, brave enough to reach out and steal another candy out of the bag.

"Do you like ghost story type movies? There are a lot of rally fucked up ghosts in Asian horror movies. Seriously, twisted fucking people. Oh and there's this Korean movie, A Tale of Two Sisters? They remade it in English and it kinda blew. I wonder if we can find that at the video store or whatever. What time is it? Is Blockbuster still open?" Xavier was giving her an allowance which was basically the money the state gave him as her foster parent. Most of those checks went to hang out in some bank account with her name on it and apparently she could spend like a hundred bucks a week with the way the account was set up. It was more money than she'd ever had in her life and she almost never spent it anyway. Movies for a horror night, though, she would totally splurge on. "Oh and we could find that Finnish movie about the kid vampire that they turned into an American movie I never watched." She pulled another gummy bear out of the bag and considered it. "I think I'm a shoulders girl too." She tilted her head. "Wrists. Hands. Necks. I like necks. Is that weird?" Whether she meant that in terms of people or the gummy bear wasn't entirely clear but a moment later the new bear was being chewed up. "So, you down for fucked up Asian horror night?"

Listening with rapt attention, Sarah's eyes got a little wider as Layla described all of the foreign horror flicks. She checked her steampunk watch when she asked for the time. "Um, it's a little after seven, they should be, I think?" Maybe they could walk down there and pick up some movies first, it certainly sounded like Layla had a good idea on what they should be watching. Sarah had no idea about Korean or Finnish movies, she didn't really even keep up on domestic films all that much, really. Taking a little chocolate from the bag, Sarah unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth. "Shoulders are nice too, yeah. And hands." For some reason Layla's warm hands came back to the surface of her thoughts, from their adventure to the leather shop a few weekends' back. "Nah, that's not weird at all. Maybe you're part vampire." She grinned, then pulled back her hair to reveal her neck. "Here's a test, does this do anything for you?" She was looking away as she did so, one hand around her knees and the other holding her hair. "Oh no, don't bite me, Laylaaaaaaaaa!" While turned away, she nodded her head a little, which didn't mean much if the other girl couldn't see her, so she added. "Oh yeah, totally, that sounds like it'll be fun!" She didn't know much about those movies but she really liked hanging out with the blonde girl so if that's what she wanted to do, count her in.

Layla tilted her head and considered Sarah's neck. It was...well. A neck. But it was also all smooth and stretched out from the way Sarah's face was turned away and...yeah. Layla totally got why people seemed to like fixate on kissing necks. Sarah's neck was...well. Very kissable. And possibly bite-able, but she was pretty sure she wasn't into the whole blood sucking thing. Before she realized it, Layla had reached out and a single fingertip traced a line down the side of Sarah's neck, her touch feather light. "Hm...yeah. I think I find myself uncontrollably attracted to you." She managed to keep her voice light and joking despite how completely serious she was about that. The beginnings of a blush possibly would have given her away had Sarah been looking at her. "But don't worry, it's not biting you inspire. We're probably safe from me being part-vampire or part-zombie, then. No promises about the likelihood of me being part succubus, though." Wow...and that was just...yeah. Hello happy place again.

Continuing to look away as she held her hair up, Sarah jumped almost imperceptibly at the light touch of Layla's finger along her neck. It wasn't a bad feeling; quite the opposite, it felt really good. When Layla's fingertip pulled back, she exhaled, only then becoming aware how she'd been holding her breath for a few moments there. When Layla spoke she had no idea what to say to that, because wow. It sounded like she was joking but there also seemed to her like maybe there was an undercurrent of something else there... truth, maybe? It was a good thing she was still looking away because her cheeks resumed their own blushing at the thought. She'd entertained the thought after having held hands with the blonde girl, but there was no denying it now: she liked it when Layla touched her. What that meant, well, that was still unclear, but that much at least was true. Letting her hair fall back down, she finally turned to face Layla, smiling a little. "That's ok. I mean, not biting is ok. Touching is ok, but not biting. Biting bad." Sarah said the last in a Frankenstein-esque voice, and hopefully the other girl would forgive her if she seemed a little unraveled because, well, she totally was. "What's a succubus?" She really wasn't sure, it sounded like a kind of vampire maybe but she'd just said she wasn't half vampire. It was all a little confusing!

Layla giggled at Sarah's Frankenstein voice, but the laughter faltered at the question about a succubus. It was one thing to casually reference it in a joking sort of way but...yeah. Actually having to explain it to her? Damn, that was gonna be awkward. "A succubus seduces men." Men, not women, maybe that would save her from some awkward. "I think they usually did it in dreams. And sometimes they fed on their like lifeforce or something but I think sometimes they just got dudes off. So, you know, sorta like a vampire only they feed on...sex." By now Layla was full of shifty eyes and a solid pink color on her cheeks.

Sarah listened as Layla explained things to her, frowning at the description. "In dreams? Huh." It sounded like a pretty scary thing, if it attacked you while you were asleep. How could anyone ever hope to defend themselves against something like that, in your dreams, or nightmares? She unconsciously rubbed her forehead where she'd suffered those horrible psychic scars from awhile back. Her own cheeks deepened their rosy hue at the mention of sex. "How do you feed on... well, I mean." No need to explain! "But we're women, so we're ok. Right?" Sarah was looking down at a specific section of the couch that had caught her attention herself because, yeah. Thoughts of Layla feeding on sex, and her, and... that spot really was fascinating indeed.

Shrugging, Layla went back into a more joking mode. It was easy when she was talking more generally about a succubus and less personally about herself. "Maybe succubuses...wait, no that's wrong. Succubi? Yeah, maybe that's it. Anyway, maybe succubi are lesbians sometimes. Seems unfair to assume they're all straight. Or...maybe it's the lesbians draining life out of guys after seducing them. You know, pay back for all those 'hey, baby, let's have a threesome with your girlfriend' comments and shit? So the hetero succubi with serious girl envy are the ones who feed on chicks? Or...I dunno, this is getting complicated now, isn't it?"

Joking mode was one of the best modes ever to Sarah right then and there. "Succubuseseseses." She laughed at her own joke, foolish as she was, but nodded when Layla used what sounded like a way better and more likely term. "Succubi, yeah. And maybe? They could be, you know." Beat. "Lesbians. I guess." Well, Layla was able to say the L-word, so it was ok for Sarah to say it too. She rolled her eyes at the comments the blonde suggested, shaking her head. "Guys suck, it's true. Who needs 'em?" Shifting in her seat, Sarah turned to one side and leaned her arm on the back of the couch, resting her head on her arm as they talked. "It is very complicated, yes." In oh so many ways, but she wasn't about to get into that. "So. Movies? We can get some, maybe get some snacks too, if you want."

"You're starting to sound like a bitter lesbian there," Layla teased with a grin. She set down her sack-o-candy, because it wasn't like anyone else lived in her suite to steal it on her anyway, and stood up. "To the Laylamobile! And by 'Laylamobile' I mean get yo sweet ass up so we can go conquer the Blockbuster!" She ran off into her bedroom to grab a sweatshirt. Or maybe, like, a flannel shirt and a sweatshirt. Lack of sun brought lack of heat, but it wasn't cold enough out yet for her. Coats were for December, damn it. "Wait, do we need someone with a Blockbuster card? Do you have a Blockbuster card?" she asked from the other room before popping just her head out the door. "Hm...we might need to conscript a legal-aged person into this." Layla disappeared again to figure out where the hell she had thrown all her hoodies. "Maybe I can get Herr Wuschelig to help."

"Hey, I'm not bitter!" Well, that much was true, at least. When she realized what she'd said in haste, Sarah decided that discretion was the better part of valour and didn't say anything else on that front. She quickly stood up when Layla did, smiling and maybe blushing a little at the blonde's comments - did she really have a sweet ass? She might have to look in the mirror later - but thankfully by then Layla had already ran off to get some warmer clothing. That reminded her that she'd need something warm too, maybe they could pop by her room and she could grab a sweater herself. While Layla spoke, Sarah turned around and looked in one of Layla's mirrors, trying to glance at her backside, just because. "Oh, I used to, it used to work back in DC anyway..." It was probably lost amongst many other cards in her purse back in her room, which she'd have to stop by for the sweater too. She leaned over to one side and then noticed Layla's head popping out, stumbling but catching herself on the arm of the couch. "We, uh, we can stop and get it because I need something warm too."

"Damn, and here I was hoping to haul back a Sarahcicle." Layla smirked, grabbed her keys and gestured for Sarah to head to the door. The blond got there first, though and opened it for the brunette, all the while with a somewhat smug look on her face. It wasn't until Sarah was going out the door that she said, "So do your parents know you're a non-bitter lesbian? I hear it's reassuring when your daughter who is all about the womenfolk aren't man-hating bra burners. Some people can only take so much radical behavior, you know?" Oh, she was so going to get thwapped for that, but it was so worth it.

She giggled at that. "Well, you still might, if it gets too, too cold." Sarah wondered how that would work, that sounded like something out of a horror movie. She started to walk towards the door ahead of Layla but stopped when the other girl got there first. "Why thank you, ma'am!" She gave her a little curtsey just for laughs, then stood up and swatted Layla on the shoulder for her comments. "Layla. You're making me bitter now, for the record." She said it with a smirk on her face, however, and again wasn't sure what to say to the lesbian part so she skipped over it. Not like that had worked before, clearly, but still. "And I've burned stuff in the past! Not, like, bras or anything, but I can be radical sometimes." She owned a whip, after all!

"Uh-huh." Layla sounded far from convinced. "Sure. You're totally the bad influence in this," she nearly said relationship but managed to correct herself, "hallway. You are a bad ass chick from the wrong side of the tracks or...um, something. And what is people's obsession with tracks? Are there actually places where like the bad seeds all live on one side of the tracks and all the rich kids live on the other? Not to mention, why is it always the broke kids who are the bad influences supposedly? Fuck, man, half the time rich kids act way worse than poor kids. Mostly because they've got the money to spend on their crack or E or whatever."

"Hey now, I do own a whip, bitch." Sarah was totally trying to talk the part at the very least. She frowned a second after saying that, however. "I'm sorry, you're not a bitch, I don't know why I said that." She really wasn't bad ass at all, sadly. She thought about what Layla was saying about tracks and ended up shrugging her shoulders. "I dunno, it's just an old saying I suppose. Maybe back from the days when trains were big?" There were still trains around of course but cars and planes and such were far more common. "I think you're right, yeah. Damn right side of the tracks people." Obviously her and Layla were from the wrong side and were totally bad ass, even if she'd just proven she wasn't 30 seconds earlier. She headed for her room, unlocking the door once she got there so she could pop in for her stuff.

Layla snorted and shook her head. "Don't let the half-pint in there hear you. You could be a corrupting influence on the kid and we can't have that. I mean, if you're such a bad ass though you can totally corrupt me." The blonde grinned. "Obviously I should be striving for bitchdom here and since you've decided to relinquish my title I've got some work to do!" She said nothing of the fact that there were very likely some people around who would have argued Sarah on the point of Layla's bitchiness. That Wade dude, for one. Possibly Matt for getting all in a twist because she'd said she knew his dad. God, of all the things people got picky about language for. Seriously.

Sarah's eyes went a little wide at that, then she looked around to see if her suitemate actually was around. "I'm not a bad influence. And I think that it's you-" She made a point to reach out and gently but firmly poke Layla in the chest, just below her throat. "-that's corrupting me, young lady." Of course she was totally smirking as she did so. She shook her head though at the talk about bitchdom. "Nah, you're not one of those." Layla was right, she would be careful with the b word now. She smiled awkwardly at Layla for a second or two, then darted into her room to get her things. Grabbing a thick, warm sweater, she also snagged her purse and rifled through it to make sure her old Blockbuster card was inside. "Aha, got it!" she yelled out, in case Layla was wondering, and then she headed back outside. "Alright, good to go!"

Layla gestured for Sarah to lead the way and fell into step beside her. "You're right, though. I'm totally the bad influence. It's like a badge of honor. I go around corrupting sweet, innocent girls wherever I go. Soon it's all drugs, sex and binge drinking. By this time next year you will be dying to flash cameras trying to capture you for Girls Gone Wild or whatever other crap like that is popular at the time. You know, you'll end up on Doctor Phil with your parents and they'll be wondering where they went wrong with you. You were such a sweet girl but then you went to that mutie school and you came back different. Changed. And wearing black nail polish!" Layla covered her mouth as she feigned a gasp, eyes wide.

Pulling her sweater on as she walked past Layla, she almost bumped into the other girl, but managed to not bang into her when she poked her head through the hole of her sweater. She started walking and pulled the rest of her hair up through the sweater, looking over at Layla as they walked along. "You do, uh huh, I was all sweet and innocent and now look at me." Ok, well, she pretty much looked sweet and innocent, but she owned a whip and stuff now. "What? I've never taken drugs or drank or... or those things. Or flashed anyone! And I've never seen you flash anyone either." Sarah may have stolen a quick glance at Layla's chest when she mentioned flashing, but only for a microsecond that hopefully the other girl didn't catch. She laughed at the Doctor Phil reference. "Besides, I'd only do that for Oprah, and she's retired. Black nail polish would be kinda cool, though." She giggled at the fake gasping, playfully tapping Layla on the shoulder.

"Is that a challenge?" Layla grinned. "Because I can probably find someone to flash on the way to Blockbuster." Not that she had a ton to flash at anyone or anything anyway. Seriously, she'd like flash someone and they would think she was just weirdly having hot flashes or something. Her sports bra didn't really inspire people to think about her rack.

"No, no it's not! I believe you." Sarah shook her head. That was more than alright, she couldn't imagine Layla actually doing something like that, especially when she was next to her. "Besides, it's too cold for that kind of thing anyway. You'll... you'd catch a cold or something." That seemed to make sense to her anyway. Trying to change the subject, she looked down at her fingernails. "Do you actually have any black finger nail polish?"

"As opposed to black toenail polish?" the blonde quipped back. "Yeah, I've got black nail polish. You feelin' like embracing this dark, corrupt side being friends with me is developing? 'Cause I could get behind that. But you need to agree to wear fewer fuzzy and/or colorful things for at least three days, though." She eyed Sarah in her cozy sweater. God, she just screamed cuddle me in that thing. What the fuck was she doing hanging out with Layla?

"They have that?" Sarah couldn't quite catch herself from saying that out loud, then rolled her own eyes at her naivety. She shrugged at the question. It wasn't like she wanted to become a complete and total rebel or anything, but it couldn't hurt to change things up a little. Looking down at her sweater, Sarah frowned and thought about what she owned that wasn't fuzzy or colourful. Not a lot jumped out at her, really, at first blush anyway. "Ok, but I don't know what I have that's not really either of those." It's true, it was a very warm and comfy sweater, which was why she loved it so.

Sarah's question had Layla slapping a hand over her face and shaking her head. Seriously? Did she just ask that? "You own no clothes that are non-fuzzy, dark colors? Or white? Or grey? Seriously? You're just neon all over? That's kind of scary. I may need to rethink this whole friendship thing. I can't have you rubbing off on me and me turning into one of those brightly colored perky cheerleader types." Layla shuddered at the thought of wearing electric blue and neon pink.

Nail polish wasn't really something she'd ever gotten into before, that was more her sister's speed. "Well, no, I have plain things like that, dark colours, grey, white. Just not a lot of black I guess. And not a lot of neon either." She wrinkled her nose at that, thinking about bright, electric neon colours herself. That wasn't her style either, but she did have a lot of different coloured clothing. "Not all of it is fuzzy, no." Sarah raised an eyebrow at Layla, wondering if the other girl really did think of her as a perky cheerleader type.

"Who said you needed black? I mean, if you want to go all out goth that's your choice. It'd be hot but I think the black market is pretty much covered between me and that girl Nico. You know she's like knitting me fingerless gloves or something?" Which was pretty awesome. Especially since all Layla had done to earn them was go around taking pictures of people acting like idiots at that Halloween Gone Wrong thing on Saturday. She had considered that she should possibly make up for her lack of effort by making Nico strudel or cookies or something. Just to help make them more even.

"Nah, you're right, you ladies have it covered. Maybe I can start wearing more dark stuff, though, if you think it'll look better." She looked down again at her sweater, thinking of what it'd look like if it was darker. "Oh, that's sweet of her, and fingerless gloves are cool." Nico was a good egg in her books. They'd gone out and beaten things with sticks to work out pent up frustration and rage, that was always fun.

"Seriously? I am so not the paragon of fashion sense here. I mean, hi, most of my jeans, and skirts have holes in them or something. Why are you listening to me? I just meant you needed to go dark to match the nail polish, that's all. I mean, if you wanna rock the fuzzy perky thing with the black nails that's cool. Your choice and all." People listening to her was so weird. Layla was used to the smile and nod approach way more.

Sarah wasn't sure how to answer that so she just shrugged. In reality she cared what the other girl thought, that was the reason, or so she figured, but she didn't really know how to put that into words or how not to sound awkward talking about that with her. Thankfully they'd reached the Blockbuster by then, which was still open. "Good, it's still open!" Sarah went in, holding the door open for Layla once she was inside and looking around for the horror section.