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Lady-Distracto is a genius in the literary department! Absolutely loved the lil slice of life story she did with Peggy and Becky, and I was inspired to do a scene from it with a few angles(in case you don't know I love slice of life). Hope you-all like! The girls deserve a break after all the shenanigans they got into.

Here's the stories!
Peggy A. Autumn's Die-Hard-Case“Can't believe I'm doing this...” Peggy grumbled, while her companion rambled on, at length.They passed through the fancy glass doors, into the welcome air-conditioning inside. Leaving the hotter, sticky, smelly air of London in summer behind them.Peggy wasn't a fan of London at the best of times. And this wasn't one of those. Not in this getup.“Going to kill Sara.” Peggy grimaced, tugging at her unbuttoned shirt collar, and the loosely-tied...tie, she was wearing, for the umpteenth time. “This time, going to kill her.” She muttered, under her breath.“Sorry?” Becky Carter turned back, mid-tirade, slowing her rapid, longer-legged pace, so Peggy could catch up.Peggy considered multitude of options as she failed to come face to face with the taller , blonde-haired, green-eyed American reporter.Becky was dressed smartly too. But properly. Definitely she'd made more of an effort than Peggy had. She wore a sleek, smooth-fit red top, with a tall collar. Over which she wore an equally sleek, stylish, black suit-jacket, buttoned in the middle. An inordinately bright white pair of suit trousers, that fit way, way too well for Peggy's peace of mind. Under which she had on a pair of dark pantyhose, and smart black heels on her feet.White trousers. It was either insane courage or insane insanity, to her mind. But Peggy had been idly admiring...them...as Becky had strode ahead of her into the building, before.“Why me?” She eventually settled on, acting like her mind hadn't completely drifted at the end, there.“I need someone with a certain...something.” Becky said simply. “I'm pretty sure after our previous encounters, you've got it. And you had four stars on the Worldwide Emergency Sn-”“Snoopbook has a 'rating' system now?” Peggy blurted. “Worldwide Emergency Snoop Network...that thing really needs a catchier name.” She snorted, crossing her arms.“Snoopbook?” Becky chuckled. “And wait, you don't know? I mean, you've got an account, haven't you?” She grinned, starting off again, heels clicking smartly on the polished floors.“...technically.” Peggy grumbled, rolling her eyes.“Technically?” Becky glanced at her, confused.“I tried to delete it a little while ago and Sara changed my password and locked me out.” She shrugged.Becky snorted, in amusement, shaking her head.“Sounds like Sara.”“Doesn't it just.” Peggy sighed.“You look good, if it's any consolation.” Becky extended an arm, expectantly, which Peggy hooked with her own, before stuffing her hands back in her trouser pockets. “But I thought you were going to wear a dress or something”“A dress?” Peggy winced, almost physically pained.She was trying, at the 'girl' thing, she really honestly was. But it was...hard. Small steps. She'd done skirts, she'd done tights. She was working her way up toward a pair of heels, but it was all about training her mind to-“Sure, you're supposed to be my plus-one, my date.” Becky grinned.“Date?” Peggy blanched, nearly tripping on her own boots as they came to the elevators.“Thought you might've bought another dress, for the occasion.” Becky went on, grinning. “You rocked that summer one, back when we were in Blackport. I was looking forward to having you on my arm. Showing off to all the snobs we're gonna find upstairs.” She wriggled her brows, suggestively.“Buy a dress? I'm flat broke. 'You' had to cover my fare into London.” Peggy snorted, dismissively. “And besides, we both know who wears the trousers in this partnership.” She shot Becky a dry look, back.“Doesn't matter really, you've really got the whole 'dashing rascal' thing down.” Becky teased. “Nice suit. Suits you.” She giggled, at her own joke.Peggy couldn't decide if Becky was taking the piss, but her even, steady smile didn't falter. She glanced down at herself, not quite able to reconcile who Becky was talking about and herself. She wore a simple, smart white shirt, sleeves rolled to her elbows and collar undone. Under a black suit-jacket that was a size or two bigger than she was, sleeves of that rucked up short of her elbows. A long, thin black tie, hanging low, loosely-tied around her collar. The shirt was tucked into a pair of matching black trousers, too long for her, the hems hanging over her sturdy black low-heeled boots.“Thanks.” Peggy mumbled, a tiny bit flattered, in her suit that didn't fit her properly at all. “I borrowed it off my brother.”“Huh.” Becky shrugged. “Fits you better than it does him, I bet.”“I'll take your word for it.” They came to a row of elevators. “Up, you said?”“Up.” Becky waved them past an attendant, with her press badge, and into one of the elevators. “This is a big one.”“Marta Alfonsi, again?” Peggy asked, giving the taller girl another look.“Marta again. But this time, she'll actually be here.” Becky went on, more seriously now, determined, focused.“What's this all about? I don't even know who owns this building.” Peggy stood back, leaning against the elevator wall as Becky started pacing back and forth, building up steam.“Well...I don't actually know yet, but I will!” Becky's eyes flashed, and she stood, hands on hips, tapping her heel impatiently as the elevator rose. “It's some sort of merger between an insurance or loans company here, and one of the Alfonsi's business fronts. They're holding a press event, to announce it, shareholders, some press, but I know Marta, and she's up to something.” She shook a fist, pacing faster in circles in the small space.“Fair enough.” Peggy shrugged, hands in her trouser pockets. “How do you know though?”“Because Marta was the one who invited me! Me specifically!” Becky snapped, dramatically, now fully enveloped in whatever inner-drama she was living through. “It means...it means....it means she's up to something! I mean, fairness to the Manchester Herald, but why would we be covering some insurance merger in London?!” She turned around, arms flailing at Peggy.“Search me.” Peggy chimed in, shrugging again.Less because Becky needed a reply, more because she seemed to be enjoying herself.“...and this time, this time, we'll get her!” She announced, with a flourish, as the elevator doors opened behind her.Outside, an attendant cleared his throat awkwardly, and Becky spun around on her heel, flustered.“Can I...take your...uh...”“No.” Becky snapped, covering her embarrassment. “C'mon, Peggy!” She stomped off, down the hall, heels clicking.Peggy gave the poor man an apologetic nod and jogged after the reporter.“Hey, you're not getting a bit...carried away here, are y-...y...y...ooouuuu...” Peggy came shuffling to a halt, as she rounded a corner, and stopped dead in her tracks.They were in a huge, sweeping, elegant set of fancy offices. Filled with equally elegant, fancy people, in fancy clothes, with filled glasses. And a lot of people with cameras, in less fancy clothes. Some security, big guys in suits, by the doors. And in the midst of all that tinkling glass, twinkling company, and laughter...was her.A woman, in what was technically, by definition, a dress, but the dictionary seemed to fall short on the specifics. And on her...she was tall, curvaceous, vivacious...Peggy was going to need a thesaurus. Long, silky, dark hair, skin tanned to perfection, piercing eyes, really tall...“She's gorgeous.” Peggy breathed, dumbly, as Becky dragged her out of the doorway, near in a daze.“She's Marta.” Becky replied, under her breath.“As in Alfonsi, Marta?” Peggy cringed, managing to half drag her gaze off the woman.“As in Alfonsi, Marta.” Becky nodded, scowling at the woman instead.“Balls.” Peggy sighed. “Well, now I just feel bad.” They came to a stop on the far side of the floor, and Peggy reached for a glass of something to distract herself....she was still gorgeous though. Criminal queen or not. Maybe she'd just keep that to herself.“Don't, she's...” Becky struggled for words, gesturing vaguely. “...Marta.” She finished, leaning over the table and plucking up a glass too, beside her.“Yes?” A smooth, rich, musical voice intoned behind them. “Why, is that you, Miss Carter?”Becky and Peggy spun around, backed against the table. Towering over them, like some kind of...halfway space between calculating villain and goddess, was Marta Alfonsi.“Marta.” Becky replied, pushing forward a bit, probably hoping the woman would take a step back...except she didn't.Now she was stuck awkwardly close to the woman, which Marta seemed to find more amusing than Becky did.“It's so...lovely to see you again, Becky.” Marta's eyes roved slowly, and unabashedly up and down the blonde. “I'm so glad you could come to our little celebration. This merger will do wonderful things for local businesses, putting money in the hands of those who need it most.” She gushed, fluttering her lashes, so earnestly Peggy almost believed it.“Yours, you mean?” Becky quipped back, brow raised, trying to simultaneously lean back, away from Marta, without taking an actual step backward, out of stubbornness. “And it'll be Miss Carter, to you.”“Lots of people.” Marta only grinned, as her long arm, and delicate hand flicked up suddenly, and she playfully touched Becky's chin with her fingers. “...Becky.” She teased, just barely trailing her fingers in a caress of the blonde's cheek as she finally took a step back, turned away.Peggy's attention drifted again, as much as she tried to prevent it. Following all those fascinating curves in Marta's...very form-fitting dress, down her back, down to those...legs. Jesus.“But you haven't introduced me to your...new friend here, Becky.” Marta was suddenly facing them again, catching Peggy off balance, her gaze flicking sharply upward again. “That's so awfully rude of you.” She extended another graceful hand, and moved closer to her, this time.“Leggy.” Peggy said, barely able to think in all that...overawing presence, taking her hand in an awkward clasp.“Peggy.” Becky corrected, under her breath, leaning sideways toward her.“Peggy. Peggy A. Autumn.” Peggy blurted, still staring at the woman.“Charmed.” Marta only smiled, warmly, as if Peggy hadn't made an idiot of herself. “What a lovely name. A lovely name, for a quite lovely young woman. What does the 'A' stand for?”That at least, was something she had some experience with. Unlike being fawned over by a huge, stunning, beautiful mob heiress. That was a new one.Peggy opened her mouth to reply, when Marta slipped her hand free, which Peggy forgot she'd still been holding, and put a finger to her lips, stepping closer again, looming over her now. She froze, like a deer in headlights. Glancing sideways at Becky for a moment, who only glowered at her from the side, rooted to the spot.“Never mind. I like a bit of mystery.” Marta uttered in a kind of breathy rush of air, leaning down over her.Peggy managed a kind of strangled noise, at the back of her throat, in place of anything resembling words, heart going fifty to the dozen in her chest.“So, this is your date, Becky dear?” And then Marta stepped back, and Peggy found she could breathe again. “I can't say I'm surprised. Despite all your claims to the contrary, I think she very much seems your type.” The woman teased, looking at Becky now.Becky had gone an odd shade of red, but Peggy thought that could just be the heat. She was feeling pretty warm herself, all of a sudden, tugging at her shirt collar again.“Marta-!” Becky started, irritably, but Marta only laughed, like music, and then she whirled away, disappearing into the crowd again, leaving them alone.“What...what just happened.” Peggy stared at the glass still in her hand...and necked it back in one.“Marta happened.” Becky was still glowering after her. “Are you okay? I'm sorry, I should've...warned you about her, or...something...” She shrugged, apologetic, and just a bit helplessly.Peggy felt a stirring of sympathy, empathy. And then annoyance, frustration. The woman had walked all over her, and Peggy knew that. She recognised that. She'd exploited Peggy's...vulnerabilities, and she'd known just 'how' to get under her skin. Becky looked a bit ruffled, shaken, and something told her Marta had a history of the same with the blonde.It made her want to do something, about it.“We should...” Becky was thinking, frowning lightly, strolling warily around the outside of the party, Peggy in tow. “...we should find the executive offices. Marta will have a space here. We'll take it slow. We should have a poke around, see what we can find. Maybe...maybe some clues of what she's up to?” She paused, as the two of them carefully slipped away the rest of the crowd, and up to a closed door.It read 'Alfonsi. M.' in shining brass.Peggy caught her hand, pulling her out of her distracted funk.“Stuff that.” Peggy snorted, moving her aside and throwing the handily unlocked door open. “Let's trash the joint.” She grinned, and pulled Becky in behind her.…Peggy stood back, dusting off her hands, satisfied, admiring her handiwork.“Do you feel better now?” Becky asked, wryly, just behind her.“Do you?” Peggy quipped back, grinning.She'd removed her suit jacket, folding it on the back of Marta's chair, leaving her in her shirt. It was the only thing she'd left upright apart from the other thing.Marta's relatively new office looked like a hurricane had hit it. Then an earthquake. Then the hurricane had come back for a second run at it. Then like someone else had come through with a hammer to finish up anything the previous natural disasters had missed. The desk had been turned over, every drawer in the room pulled out and turned upside down. Filing cabinets pushed over, potted plants upended and stuck into things...“I feel better.” Becky looked around. “Too bad your...rigorous method didn't find us any evidence of what Marta was up to.”“Evidence? Oh yeah, nothing in any of those drawers I emptied all over the floor?” Peggy wandered over to a painting she'd missed, on one wall. “Is that real?”“A real copy maybe, probably still very...” Becky stopped, mid-sentence, as Peggy reached out and flicked it off the wall, where the frame smashed face-down on the floor. “...expensive.” She chuckled, shaking her head.“Whoops.” Peggy shrugged, hands back in her pockets as she wandered back to the only other thing left intact.“And no, Marta isn't the kind to deal with 'paperwork'. She pays people to do that for her. No, whatever she's after, or whatever is going to tell us what she's after, it's not a fat wad of paperwork.” Becky rubbed her chin thoughtfully, strolling up beside Peggy. “So...why'd you leave the Lego statue?”Peggy considered this, as she stared at it. It was one of those big, gimmicky things. Made of hundreds and hundreds of bits of Lego, in the shape of a simplistic, smiling person, waving. Something businesses liked to have around to make them seem human, that never really worked. She'd seen a few more, on the way in.“Someone spent hours building this. It seemed...wrong, somehow.”“Peggy A. Autumn, patron of the arts.” Becky snorted, amused, glancing at the face-down shattered painting.“Hey, this is differ-nnmmph!” Peggy blurted, surprised, as Becky got a funny look on her face and rushed over suddenly, pressing a hand over her mouth and an arm around her.“Did you hear that?” The reporter hissed, glancing at the door.“Wrmrmph?” Peggy grumbled into her palm, giving her a sour look, but tried to listen out anyway.There was...shouting, in the main area outside the office. Surprised, and frightened voices, and sharper, more commanding barks, and shouts. Like someone giving orders. Then a louder voice, not far from Marta's office. Boots, thudding nearer.“There might be more around, I'll check the office!”“Find any stragglers, put them with the other hostages!”“Brrcckyy!” Peggy managed to extricate herself from Becky's grip, and free her mouth, and was already hurriedly shaking loose one of her boots. “Get out of the wa-” She tried pushing the temporarily paralysed reporter to one side.The door swung open and a man strode in, wearing all black, with a heavy tool-belt, and a kit-vest. And he was holding a gun.“Well, well, well, seems we got a couple strays...” He grinned, stepping inside, the weighted door clicking shut behind him. “...good looking ones...” The gun waved in their general direction, only vaguely though, like he wasn't expecting trouble.He hadn't seen Peggy had her boot off, gripped in hand, Becky was still in front of her.“You two are gonna have to come with me. Play nice, and you can sit with the others, misbehave, and...” He growled, just a bit too eagerly, for Peggy's tastes.“Peggy, don't do anythi-ING!” Becky yelped, in surprise, hands held up as Peggy hurled her boot overarm past her head from behind.“Uggh!” The intruder grunted, as it thudded square into his forehead, and he stumbled back.It didn't do too much on its own, but as he stumbled back, his head hit the wall, with a more painful sounding thud. Whereupon he groaned, stumbled forward a few shaking, veering, drunken steps...and fell flat on his face. His gun clattered across the floor, skittering toward them. Peggy hurried past Becky, having gotten her other boot off, in hand, just in case. She snatched it up.“Damn, Peggy.” Becky managed a nervous chuckle. “Guns though, that's bad news. There must be more of them out there, judging by all that noise. A gang maybe.” She jogged up to the door, peering out of the glass panel, trying to make out what was happening beyond.“It's...not real.” Peggy lifted the gun, which looked real, but weighed nothing. “Airsoft. Look, see?” She clicked the trigger a few times.Nothing happened, until it did. It clicked, a sound like compressed air hissed sharply. Then a projectile whizzed out, and dinged off the head of the Lego statue. Chipped off a few pieces.Nothing happened...until it did. First the head fell off, and then it fell backward and crashed into the wall behind, and then smashed into a billion pieces, scattering all across the floor.“...whoops.” Peggy cringed, ready for Becky to start lecturing her about all the noise on top of attacking a potentially armed crimina-“Look!” Becky rushed past her, digging through the scattered Lego, and plucking up...something.“What...ow...is...ow...it...?” Peggy winced, pained, trying not to step on the minefield of Lego pieces now covering the floor.An act which had become rendered far more hazardous with both her boots off. She'd just started considering going back for the one she'd thrown, putting them back on, when she came face to...not face, with Becky bent over on the floor in front of her.“Not...Lego, that's what!” Becky stated, triumphantly, holding up her trophy, whatever it was, still on all fours.In those...white trousers. Those white trousers that fit...really well. She opened her mouth, and tilted her head, curiously, fascinated, helplessly drawn toward...“Oh.” Peggy made a quiet noise, cheeks warming, probably a shade of red not far off whatever Becky had on under those very white, very tight, trousers.She should say something. That was the right thing to do, wasn't it? That was what you'd do for a friend? Hey, I was checking out your bum, but by the way, red under white is a very, very risky mo-Peggy spun around, her back to Becky as the blonde started to get up, staring stricken in the opposite direction. That was absolutely not a thing she was prepared to say.“So...er...what is it?” She asked, with ballistic, false curiousity, picking her way painfully back across the Lego-covered floor, agony as she trod on piece after piece, to fetch her other boot.“It's a hard drive!” Becky called, enthusiastically, behind her. “Hidden in Marta's statue, like a bit of Lego. I bet...I bet the others have their own! I wonder if...I think that's what this is all about! I know what she's after! Peggy, we've got to...”Peggy had started off listening, then stopped, frozen, staring out through the glass panel in the door. Then she spun again and hobbled back, quickly, yet again, every flailing step agony.“...what is IT?!” Becky blurted, as Peggy grabbed her wrist and started dragging her away from the door.“They're coming they're coming they're coming!” Peggy hissed, hurriedly scanning the office that obviously only had one door in and out of for some other, ethereal, mythical method of escape....wait, what if...Peggy's gaze drifted to the ceiling...and the relatively small vent.“Marta is with them!” Becky gulped, bumping into her from behind as Peggy stopped without warning.“Give me a leg up.” Peggy insisted, grabbing Becky's shoulder and pushing her down.Becky didn't argue, and got into action quickly. Peggy had noticed that Marta had a way of focusing her mind. For Peggy...it seemed to do the opposite.“On it.”Peggy made a strangled noise, and whooped, as she was suddenly virtually launched upward, Becky who'd gripped her around the legs and...and...“Th...anks...!” Peggy wheezed out, shoving the vent grill aside, and scrambling up, trying not to think about Becky's other hand firmly planted on her backside, pushing her up. “Hold on, I'll-” She scrambled again, inside, trying to turn and flailing a hand down to pull Becky up too.“No time, they're here, take this!” The small, portable hard drive was thrust into her hand instead and she managed to grab it, without dropping it on Becky's head. “Listen, you've got to find the others.” Becky hissed, staring determinedly up at her.“What?” Peggy blurted, managing to straight herself out, and peering down. “I'm not leaving you beh-”Becky waved her quiet, urgently.“This whole thing, it's a sham! It's Marta! There must be more hard drives, check the other offices, those other Lego statues we sa-” Becky halted, and spun around, and Peggy heard the door to the office open again.“Becky, darling, there you are.” Peggy recognised, on cue, Marta's absurdly musical tone. “I'm afraid 'we' are being held captive by some thoroughly unscrupulous villains, who want some very sensitive data belonging to the business I wish to partner with. You'll just have to come and...sit with me, for a while.”Angling her head, Peggy managed to catch a glimpse of the woman, flanked by more goons, dressed like the fallen one, still face down on the office floor. She couldn't help but notice Marta didn't 'look' much like a prisoner.“Great.” Becky raised her hands, as the men approached.Peggy gritted her teeth, and slowly put the vent grill in place again.It was...actually really bloody hot in here, she quickly realised. Stuffy, suffocating warm.She frowned, determined, shook her head, had to focus on what Becky had told her, finding the hard drives. She stuffed Marta's hard drive in the back pocket of her brother's trousers. Couldn't think about leaving her behind.She'd find the other drives. She'd save her friend. From a gang. And a gorgeous criminal socialite with an amazing arse.Probably. Her mind did linger on that mental image, a moment, as she set off at a squirming crawl. Which inevitably went on from there to the image of Becky, bent over, white trousers...had it really not occurred to her that you could practically see...basically any other colour 'through'-“Argh!” Someone yelled, pained, below, following what sounded like an electrical crackling sound.“Screw you MartaaaAAH!” Becky yelped, sharply, following a sharp click. “You shot me!”“Grab her, damn it!”“Try it you assmmpphh!”It was already too hot, and Peggy was building up a sweat and a half. The building's public areas might've had air-conditioning, but the vents were going overtime pumping all that hot air...at her. Her brow, her face, was getting wet with it, and her shirt was starting to cling, as she pushed on.Awkwardly, with some squirming, she unbuttoned her shirt, shrugged it off, and abandoned it, leaving her in just her grey, sleeveless top, tucked into her trousers, now. Sweat beaded her brow, dripping down her face. She used her tie as a headband, knotting it around her head, under her fringe, and set off crawling again.“You take me to all the nice places, Becky...” She muttered, sarcastically.…“You'll never get away with this, Marta!” Becky snapped, defiantly, and just for a moment cringed at the corniness, of it.But...whatever, whatever it took to keep Marta's attention fixed on her, and not on Peggy. Which wasn't proving to be difficult, she had to admit.The sound of ripping tape nearly drowned her out, anyway. One of the gang circled around and around her, winding layer after layer of tape around her arms, and middle, securing her very, very thoroughly to the back of the wheelie chair she'd been forced into.“That was very, very naughty Becky.” Marta held up her taser, and it gave a crackling buzz, before she idly tossed it away.“If you'd been standing closer I'd have gone for you.” Becky quipped back, smirking, trying to appear more confident than she felt.Which wasn't easy, in her current state. She'd felt a bit better with Peggy around, being alone around Marta always made her uneasy.“Becky, darling, would you like me closer?” The heiress sneered, gleefully, and then she was clicking her way over, and Becky blanched, in panic.Being alone, and...begrudgingly...helpless around Marta was a whole 'other' nightmare.Her hands were taped together, behind her back, under the loops of tape around her middle, securing her to the strut and back of the char. More tape was wound above and below her knees, with more around her ankles, which were pulled back under the seat, and taped to the support. Though she could just about get her toes to the floor...if she needed to.But there wasn't much of anything she could do as the tall, shapely woman simply dropped into her lap, draping an arm around her shoulders, and pressed up against her. Smiling, face close...too close, even as Becky tried to squirm, wriggle away, uselessly. One hand, the one around her, played at her shoulder. The other, long, graceful fingers extended, she walked up Becky's chest, toward her neck.“Is this better?” Marta practically breathed, warmth of it tickling at Becky's cheek...way too close. “Why not just admit it, that lanky little thing you brought along was just to make me jealous. It worked, outrageously.” Her captor grinned.Becky tried to think, tried to keep her thoughts straight, remember what she was trying to do. Keep Marta's attention, waste time. Keep her off-balance. Hard to do, through the woman's overwhelming closeness, overwhelming presence, overwhelming...everything.“All those denials, all those objections, all those rejections...” Marta's fingers were on her neck now, trailing up, and she was leaning closer still, breath warm on her cheek. “...why not just admit it? You've always been curious, to know what it's like.” The older woman drew back, a little, smirking again, and started tugging down the high collar of her top, playfully.She felt hot. Had it gotten hotter? Think, think...Becky racked her brains for some kind of sharp, biting zinger, to come back with.“Told you, Marta, it's just you that isn't my type, not all girls.” Becky forced a smug grin onto her face. “Rather her, than you.” She added, and inwardly despaired.Damn it, admitting she was bi-curious as part of her ploy to trigger Marta wasn't 'exactly' the scathing rebuttal she had been going for!But the look of ugly annoyance, sour frustration, that flashed across Marta's face, a faltering in her usually unbroken composure had her wondering if perhaps it 'had' been the right move after-“ARRGGHH!” Someone yelled, muted, far off, in another office, followed by what sounded curiously like a large Lego construct smashing into pieces.“What was that?!” Marta demanded, turning in Becky's lap.Peggy, was Becky's guess.The four gang members who remained shrugged, blankly, if all a little red in the face. Becky realised they'd just been standing there, watching, like fascinated children, and tried not to laugh.“You idiots, what are you standing around for?!” The heiress seemed to realise now too. “We're on the clock here! Find out what that was! One of you, check another office, I want my drives!” She snapped.They all mumbled panicked acknowledgement, and rushed off, to where the sound had come from. For a moment, Becky was hopeful, maybe this was her chance to try and get free, at least she had a shot against Marta...“You! You stay. Keep an eye on the other hostages, and 'us'.” She barked, stopping one of them in their tracks, and Becky stifled a grumble. “Now, where were we...” Marta hummed, smug, and she realised she would have to up her game, escalate quickly.“She's a great lay.” Becky blurted, plunging on into untapped and ridiculous reserves of ludicrous dishonesty. “An animal, in bed. Real sorry Marta, but there it is, you couldn't come close.” She pressed on, with the absurd charade, almost riding high on the stupidity of it.But it was working, Marta was looking...tetchy. Tense. Irritable. Her usual demeanour was chipping away, and-“AARRGGHH!” Another yell, another curiously Lego-like crash and scattering of debris, from the office she'd sent the other thug to.Once again, Becky was quietly impressed. Peggy seemed to have a hard time with a lot of things, and she found she rather felt for the girl, but this kinda stuff wasn't one of them! It almost made her feel bad about using her to set Marta off on one...almost.“What was THAT!?” Marta raged, again, turning in her lap as the rest of the thugs rushed back, dragging an unconscious one of their number with them. “Get to THAT office and find out! Not you, you go to THAT office and find my drive!”The gang split again, dropping the groaning, clocked out guy on the floor, and rushed off, smaller again in number.Go Peg, Becky managed to refrain from grinning. Becky decided to try her luck again.“The trouble is...you're just too old for me, Marta.” Becky shrugged, sighed, like she was real put-out about it.“Too...old...” Marta's head snapped back, eyes staring, and wild, face coming over oddly pale, given her usual rich tan, so fast she wondered her neck didn't break.“I like 'em a bit younger, hungrier...more energetic.” Becky smiled, tilting her head to the side. “God, that Peggy is agrrrpphhmmph!” She managed, garbled, as Marta shot a hand down her plunging, expansive cleavage, in her dress, plucked out a wadded silky scarf, that she wasn't all that surprised was down there, given Marta, and stuffed it into her mouth.“That's...quite...enough...out...of...you...Becky...dear...” Marta hissed, punctuating each word with a shove of her fingers, pushing the large cloth into her packed, gaping mouth.“Ggrrmmppgghh!” Becky grunted, mouth forced wide, around it, tufts sticking out.“You, tape!” She shot out a hand, snapping her fingers.The thug who'd remained rushed over, tearing a strip of grey tape from the roll used to tape her into the chair. Marta snatched it, and with a look of complete, and delighted satisfaction, smeared the tape over her bulging, pouted lips, and the stuffing packed under them, smoothing the wide strip over her face with her fingers.“Mmmph!” Becky protested, trying to fight her off, to no avail.“Another.” She snapped her fingers again.“Mmpph!” Becky grunted, as another strip was pressed over her mouth.Then another.And another.Then Marta just took the roll and started wrapping it around her head, a few times, now she'd worked herself up.“Hrrmphh...” Becky mumbled, a touch breathlessly, under all the tape now coating her face.“Much better.” Marta sneered, less prettily now. “Hmph...too old indeed.” And without warning, she cupped a hand behing Becky's head and leaned in, pressing her lips to Becky's taped ones.“HHRRMPH!” Becky tried frantically backing up, twisting away, but Marta held firm, until she was satisfied.“There, tell me that didn't...oh.” She chuckled, trailing off in amusement. “Phone!” She snapped a finger again, and the thug handed it over.“Mmmpphh...mmpphhh...” Becky mumbled, still in a bit of a daze, only half-noticing as Marta lifted her phone and- “Mmph!” She squeaked, as the camera flashed.“Adorable, that's one for the books.” She held up the screen, and Becky was just able to focus her gaze enough to see her dreamy, glazed face, half-buried under tape...tape with a big lipstick imprint smacked on it, over her own. “Another memory for us, darling.” Marta ran a hand down her cheek, blowing her another kiss, as-“AAARRGGHHH!” Yet another deafening yell, another singularly Lego-based crash, in the office she'd sent the 'other' other thug too.Even as the diminished group came rushing back with another of their number, unconscious.“Hhrrmmhmmhhhmmphh...” Becky chuckled to herself, muffled under her gag, despite the last few minutes.“What is THIS?!” Marta launched herself out of Becky's lap, enraged now.“Well, it's-” One of the gang started, dropping another of their fallen number atop the groaning first.“YOU, find that stupid little girl!” She pointed a finger at one of the two remaining, standing goons. “YOU...FIND MY DRIVE!” She shrieked, stamping her heeled feet.“...uh...alone?” The two men left shared a worried look.“DID I STUTTER!?” Marta bellowed, loud enough to shatter glass.The men rushed off, without a word, in different directions.“Hmmhhhmphhmmph...” Becky failed to stop herself chuckling again, even as Marta rounded on her, like some kind of enraged, howling banshee.“Do you find this amusing, Becky? Is that it?” Marta stalked closer, entirely tilted, at this point. “Your 'girlfriend' really 'is' something, isn't she? WHERE IS SHE?!” She demanded, petulantly.She set her phone down, on a desk, not far off, Becky noted, carefully.“...urrmdrrmnnmrrph?” Becky shrugged, blinking, glancing down at herself taped into the chair.“Where is she, Becky? Talk!” Marta snapped, wagging an accusing finger in her face.“Ummrrph grrggmmphd!” Becky protested, in disbelief.“Where is she?!” Marta grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up, as her captor scowled. “Tell me! I'll get rid of her, and then you and the drives will be all mine!”Becky blinked, worriedly. It occurred to her she 'might' have overdone it a bit with the making Marta jealous and tilting her utterly, thing.“Ummphh grrggmmphd!” She tried again, desperately.“Not talking, huh? Well fine, you can stay quiet, quieter even!” She cackled, a bit madly, and then she was whipping out another silky scarf from her low, low neckline...and...another?How many did she have down there?!“Mmmphh! Mmpphh nnrrmmph!” Becky tried shaking her head, struggling side to side, turning away, pulling away, as Marta easily pulled one scarf over her already-taped mouth, covering her lower face, and then another, covering her mouth and nose. “Mmpphrrmpph nnrrmmphh mmpph!” She objected, helplessly, as both were knotted tightly and securely behind her head.She was feeling pretty breathless, now, but that was mostly the smothering layers of gag covering her face.“That'll teach you not to talk!” Marta snapped, giving the knots of her gags a last, sharp tug.“AAAARRRGGGGHH!” On cue, another yell, another catastrophic, Lego-based crash.“That is IT!” Marta stomped off, thoroughly lost in the throes of a temper-tantrum, as the last remaining gang member hurried back, notably without a hard drive. “You, give me that!” She snatched the airsoft gun from the thug she'd asked to stay.“WrrmphhMMPHH!” Becky blurted, jerking back in her chair as Marta took the gun and aimed it between her eyes, very close. “Mmpph!” She squeaked, going a bit cross-eyed, staring at the barrel.Airsoft or not, this close up that was gonna smart like hell!“Alright you limey scarecrow bitch, I've got your...ugh...'lover', here!” Marta made a disgusted, disappointed face, at Becky, as if she couldn't believe it.Nor could Becky, but that hardly seemed worth bringing up now!“I will put one in her eye if I don't get MY hard drive, NOW!” She stamped her foot, again, stubbornly.“Mmmrrpphh!” Becky gulped.“Lover?!” A muffled voice blurted, from a vent crossing the ceiling, above.Oh darn, Becky's eyes drifted upward.A hatch fell from above, only plastic, but heavy still, and clubbed Marta on the head. Then a few bolts. Marta shrieked again, as something groaned, and then the whole vent buckled. She and her remaining goons scattered, and Becky managed to use her toes to frantically roll her chair backward as the whole thing came down, with a crash.Backward...toward the desk where Marta's phone was.“...ow...” Peggy's voice emanated from the wreckage, as she struggled up, rubbing her head sorely. “My bloody feet are killing me, bloody Lego bloody all over the...” She managed to push herself up onto all fours, looking pretty tired.Becky blinked, knowing she was staring, and couldn't really stop it. This was barely the Peggy she'd arrived with. She was sweaty, greasy, skin and clothes covered with dirt and scuffed up. A few bruises, here or there. Now wearing her tie around her head, as a headband, and only a grey sleeveless vest, suit trousers and socks.She looked more like she'd spent some time in Vietnam, than a cocktail party.“Prggmphh!” Becky tried to warn her, but it was too late.“So glad you could...join us!” Marta coughed, wafting dust and debris aside, joined by her two remaining men. “Let's get you a seat!” She grinned, shark-like, down at the girl.“Oh balls.”Becky could only watch, wasn't much else she could do anyway, as the men wrestled Peggy up, without much resistance. She looked as if she could hardly stand anyway. She could also only watch, though with a touch more alarm, and fluster, as Peggy was wrestled into her lap, straddling her, face to face.“Oh balls.” Peggy muttered again, thoroughly red in the face under all the dirt and grease and sweat, in what Becky sympathetically suspected had little to do with the heat, and everything to do with their proximity.“Come on, now, let's get them reacquainted.” Marta sneered. “After all, 'this' is the thing darling Becky so unjustly jilted me for!” She teased, mocking and sour.Peggy's arms were pulled around her, and ripping tape signalled they were being taped there, behind her back. One of the men pushed Peggy closer, so they were pressed up closer together, and more tape was wound around her waist, and Becky's chest. Peggy's legs, spread either side of her hips, were folded around her waist and dangled behind the chair, taped together there.“Jilted?” Peggy murmured, utterly lost, having a careful struggle, against the tape, and realising all she was doing was grinding up against Becky. “...uh...” She croaked, mortified, stopping immediately.“Where are my hard drives?!” Marta demanded, and Peggy shrugged, unperturbed.Marta spun away, silently raging, fists clenched and waving, like she was trying to stifle some sort of outburst.“Whrrmphh thhrrmph?” Becky mumbled, herself, quietly, trying to catch Peggy's eye. “Pllmph!” She added, urgently, and started pushing with her toes again.Peggy had a slightly strained grin, barely able to meet her gaze, but picked up what Becky was doing, and managed to use the tips of her own feet to just barely help her pull the chair along...nearer to the desk, where Marta's phone was.“...somewhere Marta will never look...going by the look of pretty much straight hatred she's giving me...” She muttered, under her breath, glancing side to side. “...stuck them in my bra, bloody well uncomfortable as shi-” Peggy stopped, as Marta swept back suddenly, somehow filled with even more fury and venom than before.“Huh.” She sneered, giving Peggy a dismissive, unimpressed, and mildly appalled appraisal. “Animal? You?” She snorted, shaking her head in disbelief.Oh...this was going to be awkward. At least she was that mad she hadn't noticed their chair had moved.“Animal?” Peggy frowned in bewilderment, glancing back at Becky.“...uuurrmmmphh...” Becky mumbled, evasively, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling.“I want my hard drives.” Marta growled, through clenched teeth, towering over Peggy. “Where...are...they?”“Where did you last leave them? I'm losing my keys all the time, my brother always asks that, but if I knew the answer to that, I wouldn't have lost them, would I?”“Hhrrhhmhhmmpph.” Becky snorted, giggling under her gag.On some level, she still couldn't work out whether Peggy A. Autumn was a real human being, or not...but she was entertaining. Immediate threat of possible danger and injury seemed to bring out the...something, in her, at least.“Without those hard drives this merger is going to cost a needless fortune, I need that information to secure a favourable deal!” Marta clenched her fists now, shaking them at her sides, and barely restraining her rage, directed at an unperturbed Peggy.“You arranged all this so you could get a discount for money laundering?” Peggy shrugged. “Surprised there isn't a points card for the criminal underworld, at this point.”Marta seethed, snorting like a pig, growing redder in the face.“What are you even supposed to be?!” She snatched the tie Peggy wore as a headband off, and waved it accusingly. “Rambo?!”“Look, I don't know, all I know is I spent a lot of time, treading on Lego for no reason and now my feet are killing mrrmmgggpphh.” Peggy managed, as Marta found another silk cloth...somewhere, and stuffed it in her mouth.She deftly untied Peggy's tie, and then retied a big knot in the middle. Then, with little resistance from Peggy, she yanked it between her packed lips, and tied it tightly behind her head.“You two can sit there and...just sit!” She snapped, childishly. “You, all of you, go get your useless snoozing confederates and recheck all the offices! Fast! Those drives 'are' here, and we are running out of time!” Marta railed, driving her diminished hired goons on, like the angriest shepherd in the world.“Prggmph!” Becky grunted, again, getting her attention. “Pllrmmph!” She jerked her head backward, at the desk.Peggy craned her head sideways, peering around her shoulder, and her eyes widened as she spotted the phone. Right before she looked back at Becky, nodding in understanding, she noticed what Becky had, that their faces were suddenly...very very close.“...uummph...” Becky hummed.“...rrrmmph...” Peggy mumbled, sheepishly.Dodging that minefield, they skipped it, and started pulling, or pushing, with their feet. The chair rolled, jerked a little, but it was moving.Tricky going, and more than a little flustering an experience, both of them still pressed together, particularly with Peggy unable to avoid practically grinding her hips in Becky's lap.“This should have been easy, EASY!” Marta railed, stomping back and forth on her clicking heels, not far away.God, this was turning into one of the most intimate experiences Becky had been involved in, in...way too long, probably. She needed to work on that. Blow off some steam. She was steaming a bit too much, right about now. Peggy looked as if she was struggling a bit, too.The chair, luckily, bumped into the desk at that moment. Becky struggled to crane her head back, but couldn't turn far enough.“Prrggmph.” She mumbled, casting a wary glance at Marta, in case she should spot them.“...rgggphh.” Peggy sighed, and pushed against Becky, harder, trying to see behind her, nestling her head in Becky's shoulder.“...uummggpph...” The girl mumbled, and Becky could feel her arms moving, around her, probably reaching for the phone. “Grrgghtt! Crrgghtgh.”Becky felt the phone dropped into her taped hands, still tucked under the tape around her arms. But she could work the phone, at least. She needed Peggy to point her thumb, though.“Yrrgphh...yrrgghphh...ngghhphh...yrrgghph...ngghpphh...yyrrgghph...”“What 'are' you two doing?” Marta was suddenly there, and Becky and Peggy jumped apart, like two very guilty schoolgirls caught doing something they shouldn't. “You are a dark horse, aren't you Becky. I know I said get caught up with your...'friend' here, but I didn't really think you'd take that so literally and start necking while-”“Urrmmph wrrmpphhmph!” Becky objected, hotly, while Peggy only looked mortified.“If you expect me to believe that now, then you must take me for a-”“Hello, we got a call!” A heavy hand knocked on the office doors, from the corridor outside. “We're checking up, is there any trouble? We had some noise complaints already.”Marta stared, blankly past them, at the doors. And then down at the pair of them. Then the desk.“Becky, where is my phone?”“Mmmrrrrmmpphh...” Becky hummed, thoughtfully.Marta sighed, her shoulders sagging, and for just a moment looked like she'd had enough. Then her old self was back, and she yelled at one of her men, running past.“You, point that weapon at me!”“You what?” He blurted, stumbling to a halt.“YOU HEARD!”Slowly, he raised the gun, aiming at her.“HELP ME!” Marta screamed, dropping to her knees and raising her hands.“Wrrpphh?” Peggy muttered, confused.“We're coming in!”Then the door crashed open, and a team of police charged in.“Nobody move! You're all under arrest!” The leading officer barked.“Oh thank goodness you're here, they were going to hurt us!” Marta gushed, in distress.“Brrcchhpph.” Peggy grumbled, sourly.“Frrttmph crrhmmph.” Becky snorted, still taped to the chair.…Becky waited on the balcony, while the police finished escorting the gang away, in cuffs, and finished talking to the other guests of the party, now released from their 'prison'. The staff toilets.Made the chair she and Peggy had been taped to not seem so bad, suddenly. Shame about everything else.Like Marta getting away, again. She leaned back on the balcony, looking back inside. Marta was still sobbing, relaying her 'version' of events to the police. Glancing up at Becky now and then, masking an entirely genuine smile.Becky frowned, shaking her head. Annoyed, upset, frustrated. Every damn time. She glanced skyward, the now-evening glow painting the clouds over London a shade of orange.“Skippedy-doo-dah, momma-trucker!” A voice that sounded peculiarly like Peggy yelled suddenly.Becky looked sharply down, just in time to see Peggy seem to 'stumble' and reach out with her arm for 'balance', clocking Marta in the nose. Marta squealed, and the police steadied her, as Peggy hurriedly apologised, staggering past, mumbling something about her sore feet and Lego as she jogged her way. She wasn't hiding an entirely cheeky grin, which Becky wasn't sure she'd really seen on the girl before, as she hobbled out the glass doors to join her, still missing any shoes.“That was...beautiful.” Becky chuckled, as Peggy leaned on the balcony beside her.“Welcome.” Peggy inclined her head. “The bitch.”Becky snorted, chuckling again, and felt her mood lifting a bit.“Thank you.”“Don't mention it.” Peggy rested her back on the railing too, arms folded on it, and shaking out the hand she'd hit one of the most dangerous underworld heiresses Becky had ever encountered with.It seemed entirely ridiculous, when she thought about it.“Too bad she's gonna get her way, though.” Becky sighed.“Well...about that.” Peggy cleared her throat. “Might've given those hard drives to the police.”“What?”“Where did you think I went? Had to find somewhere to slip them out of my bloody bra.” Peggy winced, adjusting her top a bit. “If nothing else...”“...it'll raise enough questions that an Alfonsi merger with this company is off the table.” She continued, happily. “I thought you went looking for shoes, to be honest.” Becky glanced pointedly at her feet.“...I did that too...couldn't find any.” She shivered, suddenly. “Bit chillier out, now, isn't it?”Becky finally noticed her friend was missing half the clothes she'd arrived in, and slid off her jacket, handing it over. Peggy grinned, sheepishly again, and put it on.“Thanks.”“Don't mention it.”They stood side by side, in easy silence, for a moment. But Becky frowned, a thought niggling at her. Niggling, and pricking at her conscience.She wanted to make this new friendship work, if she could, and...she owed it to Peggy to explain, what she'd done. To get Marta off-balance.“I...uh...I told Marta we were sleeping together.” She cringed, grinning weakly. “I had to get her riled, keep her busy, get her to trip up.”“Pardon?” Peggy blurted, and her cheeks went bright scarlet again, despite the chill.“Well...” Becky fumbled for some kind of explanation that would make that sound better. “...it worked?”Peggy stared, stricken, like a spooked animal, and Becky was worried she'd bolt, for a second. Then she seemed to mellow, and snorted, and laughed to herself.“Imaginary me has all the luck. She's had more action than I've had since...ever?” Peggy sighed, shaking her head, a sarcastic curl to her mouth. “Unless you count that time in high school. A torrid snogging session with that tit Fred Hopkins behind the bike sheds.”“Sounds steamy.”“Only because of the smokers.”Becky glanced down at the younger girl, and puffed out her cheeks. Shrugged to herself, and went for it. She whistled, causing Peggy to turn at the sound, leaned down and kissed her quickly on the lips. Let it linger just long enough to count, and drew back. Grinning, satisfied at the flummoxed look on Peggy's face.“Crikey.” Peggy croaked, seeming to sink a little, using the balcony for support.Becky only smiled, more satisfied at the reaction. Doubly satisfied when she saw the look on Marta's face, inside, still clutching her nose, having seen the whole thing.They lapsed into quiet again, and it 'seemed' Becky was forgiven. But Peggy seemed tense, still. She was frowning a little, like she was thinking.“Something wrong?”“No. Not...really.” Peggy chewed her lip, thoughtfully, and finally managed to meet Becky's expectant eye. “So...so here's the thing.”“C'mon, Peggy, after what we've been through, nothing can be that bad.” She smiled, touching her shoulder.“Wearing red under white is a really bad idea.” Peggy blurted, suddenly, and clamped a hand to her mouth like she'd tried not to say it at all.Becky held her gaze, and her brain ticked over, and the gears turned, and then it came to her.“Oh god.” She closed her eyes.Her cheeks positively burned, and she couldn't even look inside at all the people.“Would you...like your jacket back?” Peggy ventured, very delicately. “You can probably tie it around your waist or something.”“Please.”

Life Sliced: Life's a Beach“What was that place called again?”“Knackered Tony's Pazza.”Becky gave her a sideways look, one brow cocked high. A slightly glazed, unsteady look.Peggy was feeling pretty unsteady herself. But the two of them were nursing a bottle of some unheard of cheap brand red wine each. Picked up in an off-license that while being of questionable quality when it came to the grape, was no doubt of unquestionable alcoholic potency.“Pazza?” Becky's brows knitted in equal parts amusement and confusion.“Pizza.” Peggy shrugged, biting a mouthful of crunchy, cholesterol-riddled foodstuff. “Tony moved to this country a few years ago, and liked the sound of the name.”The two, at Peggy's behest, to her own surprise, had hopped on a train, after picking up some necessary supplies, and rode out to Ruislip reservoir, technically the only beach 'in' London. It was a warm summer evening, and neither had been in any real hurry to depart. An unwind had seemed a good call, after all the...action.“Pazza.” Becky snorted, shaking her head and necking back the bottle again.“His name's not even Tony.” Peggy chuckled, leaning back on her arms, in the sand. “But he deep fries a good pazza.”Becky snorted, and laughed, again, reaching for a slice herself, in the box between them.Peggy was still missing half her outfit, but she had managed to find her boots at least. She'd taken them off, set them beside her in the sand, leaving her in her sleeveless vest and now very worn, and dirty suit trousers, rolled to her knees. Her tie, also salvaged, hung untied around her neck. She was laying back, propped on her elbows, legs stretched out.“Deep fried?” Becky murmured, around a mouthful of it, in shock.Becky had removed her jacket, folding it beneath her and sitting on it. She'd also removed her collared red top, and heels, leaving her in her white trousers, and a black, loose camisole.“That's what this is for.” Peggy lifted her bottle and wiggled it in the air, grinning.“Agreed.” Becky choked back the swallow, and lifted her own bottle, clinking the necks together by way of some clumsy toast.They lapsed into a relaxed silence, for a moment, soaking in the last dregs of the evening light, the comfortable heat, not too hot, and even managed to ignore all the other people drinking and having barbecues around them. It was a popular spot.“Your brother's gonnna be annoyed, right?” Becky said, eventually, stretching out herself now, settling on one side, angled toward Peggy. “About...” She gestured vaguely, at Peggy's state, with her bottle.“Nah, well...nah, well-...” Peggy mulled this over, thoughtfully. “...yeah.” She nodded, eventually, eliciting another laugh from Becky.“I could probably cover a replacement...” Becky started, but Peggy waved a hand, dismissively.“Nah, I...uh...borrowed his clothes, I'll replace them.” Peggy shook her head, and took another drink. “He'll live. Probably.” She shrugged.Again they fell quiet, drinking now and then, and enjoying the ambience of screeching teens, underaged drinking, and tinny speakers. The sounds of summer. It wasn't an awkward silence though, unlike so many Peggy seemed to find herself a part of!“Sorry you didn't get Marta.” Peggy said, eventually, staring out across the water, and drinking again.She was sinking a little more, into the sand, her head getting lighter. Happy-drunk.“Stopped her making money.” Becky replied, looking over at her again. “...and you punched her in the face. Peggy, that might just be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”Peggy noticed Becky had turned fully on her side now, and had shuffled a bit closer. And at some point moved the pizza box out of the way.The lack of appalling fast food barrier was something she was suddenly very conscious of.Becky was...to be honest, really nice to look at. Freckles smattered across her face, under those eyes. Hair blowing a little in the slightly shaken, messier bun. That skin, and bared shoulders, having a real shine in the last of the light. And she was a few years older, and had all that maturity and elegance and stuff that had always been an imperceptible mystery to Peggy. Like girls in general.Her brain would usually have been kicking into high gear, at this point, panicking, thinking too much...but she was quite definitely pretty much drunk at this point. And so, instead, her thoughts slowed to a crawl. Things were happening, up there, but fast enough that the rest of her brain couldn't catch up. Which led to-“Are you...you're not seeing anyone, are you?” Peggy asked, her mouth leaving her brain in the dust.Becky looked momentarily surprised, and actually smiled a little. Which was preferable to looking horrified. Even as Peggy's brain did catch up, and she started screaming internally.whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck-Becky reached over and gave her arm a calming squeeze. Probably some sort of stricken panic and horror had showed on her face.“No.” Becky shook her head. “But...you're not exactly my type. I'm sorry.” She smiled, again.“Yeah, I know.” Peggy sighed. “Struck out again.” She snorted, frantically trying to play it off.“Peggy.” Becky intoned, resting her head on her hand.“I'm drunk.” Peggy blurted.“I know.” Becky gave her arm a consoling squeeze, again. “So am I.” She giggled.“Can we never mention that again?” Peggy necked back a bunch of mind-bleach, while she was at it.“It's okay, Peggy.”“All the same, though.”Becky sighed, shaking her head, like she was dealing with an idiot. Maybe she was. Peggy yelped, as Becky sat up, wrapped an arm around her neck, and pulled her up so they were sitting side by side. Becky's hand settled around her shoulder, giving it a rub. Knocked her head sideways into Peggy's, warmly.“You're alright.” Becky managed, clearly trying to sound supportive, but slurring her words plenty. “Sooner or later, someone'll be unable to resist your charms.”Peggy appreciated the effort.“Sooner would be good.” She muttered, lifting her bottle, and was horrified to find it empty.“But in the meantime...” Becky held out her own bottle, which Peggy took in the spirit it was offered.She was only mildly surprised this time, when Becky gave her a kiss on the cheek. And they watched the last of the sun set behind the trees, across the water.

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Lady-Distracto is a genius in the literary department! Absolutely loved the lil slice of life story she did with Peggy and Becky, and I was inspired to do a scene from it with a few angles(in case you don't know I love slice of life). Hope you-all like! The girls deserve a break after all the shenanigans they got into.

Here's the stories!
Peggy A. Autumn's Die-Hard-Case“Can't believe I'm doing this...” Peggy grumbled, while her companion rambled on, at length.They passed through the fancy glass doors, into the welcome air-conditioning inside. Leaving the hotter, sticky, smelly air of London in summer behind them.Peggy wasn't a fan of London at the best of times. And this wasn't one of those. Not in this getup.“Going to kill Sara.” Peggy grimaced, tugging at her unbuttoned shirt collar, and the loosely-tied...tie, she was wearing, for the umpteenth time. “This time, going to kill her.” She muttered, under her breath.“Sorry?” Becky Carter turned back, mid-tirade, slowing her rapid, longer-legged pace, so Peggy could catch up.Peggy considered multitude of options as she failed to come face to face with the taller , blonde-haired, green-eyed American reporter.Becky was dressed smartly too. But properly. Definitely she'd made more of an effort than Peggy had. She wore a sleek, smooth-fit red top, with a tall collar. Over which she wore an equally sleek, stylish, black suit-jacket, buttoned in the middle. An inordinately bright white pair of suit trousers, that fit way, way too well for Peggy's peace of mind. Under which she had on a pair of dark pantyhose, and smart black heels on her feet.White trousers. It was either insane courage or insane insanity, to her mind. But Peggy had been idly admiring...them...as Becky had strode ahead of her into the building, before.“Why me?” She eventually settled on, acting like her mind hadn't completely drifted at the end, there.“I need someone with a certain...something.” Becky said simply. “I'm pretty sure after our previous encounters, you've got it. And you had four stars on the Worldwide Emergency Sn-”“Snoopbook has a 'rating' system now?” Peggy blurted. “Worldwide Emergency Snoop Network...that thing really needs a catchier name.” She snorted, crossing her arms.“Snoopbook?” Becky chuckled. “And wait, you don't know? I mean, you've got an account, haven't you?” She grinned, starting off again, heels clicking smartly on the polished floors.“...technically.” Peggy grumbled, rolling her eyes.“Technically?” Becky glanced at her, confused.“I tried to delete it a little while ago and Sara changed my password and locked me out.” She shrugged.Becky snorted, in amusement, shaking her head.“Sounds like Sara.”“Doesn't it just.” Peggy sighed.“You look good, if it's any consolation.” Becky extended an arm, expectantly, which Peggy hooked with her own, before stuffing her hands back in her trouser pockets. “But I thought you were going to wear a dress or something”“A dress?” Peggy winced, almost physically pained.She was trying, at the 'girl' thing, she really honestly was. But it was...hard. Small steps. She'd done skirts, she'd done tights. She was working her way up toward a pair of heels, but it was all about training her mind to-“Sure, you're supposed to be my plus-one, my date.” Becky grinned.“Date?” Peggy blanched, nearly tripping on her own boots as they came to the elevators.“Thought you might've bought another dress, for the occasion.” Becky went on, grinning. “You rocked that summer one, back when we were in Blackport. I was looking forward to having you on my arm. Showing off to all the snobs we're gonna find upstairs.” She wriggled her brows, suggestively.“Buy a dress? I'm flat broke. 'You' had to cover my fare into London.” Peggy snorted, dismissively. “And besides, we both know who wears the trousers in this partnership.” She shot Becky a dry look, back.“Doesn't matter really, you've really got the whole 'dashing rascal' thing down.” Becky teased. “Nice suit. Suits you.” She giggled, at her own joke.Peggy couldn't decide if Becky was taking the piss, but her even, steady smile didn't falter. She glanced down at herself, not quite able to reconcile who Becky was talking about and herself. She wore a simple, smart white shirt, sleeves rolled to her elbows and collar undone. Under a black suit-jacket that was a size or two bigger than she was, sleeves of that rucked up short of her elbows. A long, thin black tie, hanging low, loosely-tied around her collar. The shirt was tucked into a pair of matching black trousers, too long for her, the hems hanging over her sturdy black low-heeled boots.“Thanks.” Peggy mumbled, a tiny bit flattered, in her suit that didn't fit her properly at all. “I borrowed it off my brother.”“Huh.” Becky shrugged. “Fits you better than it does him, I bet.”“I'll take your word for it.” They came to a row of elevators. “Up, you said?”“Up.” Becky waved them past an attendant, with her press badge, and into one of the elevators. “This is a big one.”“Marta Alfonsi, again?” Peggy asked, giving the taller girl another look.“Marta again. But this time, she'll actually be here.” Becky went on, more seriously now, determined, focused.“What's this all about? I don't even know who owns this building.” Peggy stood back, leaning against the elevator wall as Becky started pacing back and forth, building up steam.“Well...I don't actually know yet, but I will!” Becky's eyes flashed, and she stood, hands on hips, tapping her heel impatiently as the elevator rose. “It's some sort of merger between an insurance or loans company here, and one of the Alfonsi's business fronts. They're holding a press event, to announce it, shareholders, some press, but I know Marta, and she's up to something.” She shook a fist, pacing faster in circles in the small space.“Fair enough.” Peggy shrugged, hands in her trouser pockets. “How do you know though?”“Because Marta was the one who invited me! Me specifically!” Becky snapped, dramatically, now fully enveloped in whatever inner-drama she was living through. “It means...it means....it means she's up to something! I mean, fairness to the Manchester Herald, but why would we be covering some insurance merger in London?!” She turned around, arms flailing at Peggy.“Search me.” Peggy chimed in, shrugging again.Less because Becky needed a reply, more because she seemed to be enjoying herself.“...and this time, this time, we'll get her!” She announced, with a flourish, as the elevator doors opened behind her.Outside, an attendant cleared his throat awkwardly, and Becky spun around on her heel, flustered.“Can I...take your...uh...”“No.” Becky snapped, covering her embarrassment. “C'mon, Peggy!” She stomped off, down the hall, heels clicking.Peggy gave the poor man an apologetic nod and jogged after the reporter.“Hey, you're not getting a bit...carried away here, are y-...y...y...ooouuuu...” Peggy came shuffling to a halt, as she rounded a corner, and stopped dead in her tracks.They were in a huge, sweeping, elegant set of fancy offices. Filled with equally elegant, fancy people, in fancy clothes, with filled glasses. And a lot of people with cameras, in less fancy clothes. Some security, big guys in suits, by the doors. And in the midst of all that tinkling glass, twinkling company, and laughter...was her.A woman, in what was technically, by definition, a dress, but the dictionary seemed to fall short on the specifics. And on her...she was tall, curvaceous, vivacious...Peggy was going to need a thesaurus. Long, silky, dark hair, skin tanned to perfection, piercing eyes, really tall...“She's gorgeous.” Peggy breathed, dumbly, as Becky dragged her out of the doorway, near in a daze.“She's Marta.” Becky replied, under her breath.“As in Alfonsi, Marta?” Peggy cringed, managing to half drag her gaze off the woman.“As in Alfonsi, Marta.” Becky nodded, scowling at the woman instead.“Balls.” Peggy sighed. “Well, now I just feel bad.” They came to a stop on the far side of the floor, and Peggy reached for a glass of something to distract herself....she was still gorgeous though. Criminal queen or not. Maybe she'd just keep that to herself.“Don't, she's...” Becky struggled for words, gesturing vaguely. “...Marta.” She finished, leaning over the table and plucking up a glass too, beside her.“Yes?” A smooth, rich, musical voice intoned behind them. “Why, is that you, Miss Carter?”Becky and Peggy spun around, backed against the table. Towering over them, like some kind of...halfway space between calculating villain and goddess, was Marta Alfonsi.“Marta.” Becky replied, pushing forward a bit, probably hoping the woman would take a step back...except she didn't.Now she was stuck awkwardly close to the woman, which Marta seemed to find more amusing than Becky did.“It's so...lovely to see you again, Becky.” Marta's eyes roved slowly, and unabashedly up and down the blonde. “I'm so glad you could come to our little celebration. This merger will do wonderful things for local businesses, putting money in the hands of those who need it most.” She gushed, fluttering her lashes, so earnestly Peggy almost believed it.“Yours, you mean?” Becky quipped back, brow raised, trying to simultaneously lean back, away from Marta, without taking an actual step backward, out of stubbornness. “And it'll be Miss Carter, to you.”“Lots of people.” Marta only grinned, as her long arm, and delicate hand flicked up suddenly, and she playfully touched Becky's chin with her fingers. “...Becky.” She teased, just barely trailing her fingers in a caress of the blonde's cheek as she finally took a step back, turned away.Peggy's attention drifted again, as much as she tried to prevent it. Following all those fascinating curves in Marta's...very form-fitting dress, down her back, down to those...legs. Jesus.“But you haven't introduced me to your...new friend here, Becky.” Marta was suddenly facing them again, catching Peggy off balance, her gaze flicking sharply upward again. “That's so awfully rude of you.” She extended another graceful hand, and moved closer to her, this time.“Leggy.” Peggy said, barely able to think in all that...overawing presence, taking her hand in an awkward clasp.“Peggy.” Becky corrected, under her breath, leaning sideways toward her.“Peggy. Peggy A. Autumn.” Peggy blurted, still staring at the woman.“Charmed.” Marta only smiled, warmly, as if Peggy hadn't made an idiot of herself. “What a lovely name. A lovely name, for a quite lovely young woman. What does the 'A' stand for?”That at least, was something she had some experience with. Unlike being fawned over by a huge, stunning, beautiful mob heiress. That was a new one.Peggy opened her mouth to reply, when Marta slipped her hand free, which Peggy forgot she'd still been holding, and put a finger to her lips, stepping closer again, looming over her now. She froze, like a deer in headlights. Glancing sideways at Becky for a moment, who only glowered at her from the side, rooted to the spot.“Never mind. I like a bit of mystery.” Marta uttered in a kind of breathy rush of air, leaning down over her.Peggy managed a kind of strangled noise, at the back of her throat, in place of anything resembling words, heart going fifty to the dozen in her chest.“So, this is your date, Becky dear?” And then Marta stepped back, and Peggy found she could breathe again. “I can't say I'm surprised. Despite all your claims to the contrary, I think she very much seems your type.” The woman teased, looking at Becky now.Becky had gone an odd shade of red, but Peggy thought that could just be the heat. She was feeling pretty warm herself, all of a sudden, tugging at her shirt collar again.“Marta-!” Becky started, irritably, but Marta only laughed, like music, and then she whirled away, disappearing into the crowd again, leaving them alone.“What...what just happened.” Peggy stared at the glass still in her hand...and necked it back in one.“Marta happened.” Becky was still glowering after her. “Are you okay? I'm sorry, I should've...warned you about her, or...something...” She shrugged, apologetic, and just a bit helplessly.Peggy felt a stirring of sympathy, empathy. And then annoyance, frustration. The woman had walked all over her, and Peggy knew that. She recognised that. She'd exploited Peggy's...vulnerabilities, and she'd known just 'how' to get under her skin. Becky looked a bit ruffled, shaken, and something told her Marta had a history of the same with the blonde.It made her want to do something, about it.“We should...” Becky was thinking, frowning lightly, strolling warily around the outside of the party, Peggy in tow. “...we should find the executive offices. Marta will have a space here. We'll take it slow. We should have a poke around, see what we can find. Maybe...maybe some clues of what she's up to?” She paused, as the two of them carefully slipped away the rest of the crowd, and up to a closed door.It read 'Alfonsi. M.' in shining brass.Peggy caught her hand, pulling her out of her distracted funk.“Stuff that.” Peggy snorted, moving her aside and throwing the handily unlocked door open. “Let's trash the joint.” She grinned, and pulled Becky in behind her.…Peggy stood back, dusting off her hands, satisfied, admiring her handiwork.“Do you feel better now?” Becky asked, wryly, just behind her.“Do you?” Peggy quipped back, grinning.She'd removed her suit jacket, folding it on the back of Marta's chair, leaving her in her shirt. It was the only thing she'd left upright apart from the other thing.Marta's relatively new office looked like a hurricane had hit it. Then an earthquake. Then the hurricane had come back for a second run at it. Then like someone else had come through with a hammer to finish up anything the previous natural disasters had missed. The desk had been turned over, every drawer in the room pulled out and turned upside down. Filing cabinets pushed over, potted plants upended and stuck into things...“I feel better.” Becky looked around. “Too bad your...rigorous method didn't find us any evidence of what Marta was up to.”“Evidence? Oh yeah, nothing in any of those drawers I emptied all over the floor?” Peggy wandered over to a painting she'd missed, on one wall. “Is that real?”“A real copy maybe, probably still very...” Becky stopped, mid-sentence, as Peggy reached out and flicked it off the wall, where the frame smashed face-down on the floor. “...expensive.” She chuckled, shaking her head.“Whoops.” Peggy shrugged, hands back in her pockets as she wandered back to the only other thing left intact.“And no, Marta isn't the kind to deal with 'paperwork'. She pays people to do that for her. No, whatever she's after, or whatever is going to tell us what she's after, it's not a fat wad of paperwork.” Becky rubbed her chin thoughtfully, strolling up beside Peggy. “So...why'd you leave the Lego statue?”Peggy considered this, as she stared at it. It was one of those big, gimmicky things. Made of hundreds and hundreds of bits of Lego, in the shape of a simplistic, smiling person, waving. Something businesses liked to have around to make them seem human, that never really worked. She'd seen a few more, on the way in.“Someone spent hours building this. It seemed...wrong, somehow.”“Peggy A. Autumn, patron of the arts.” Becky snorted, amused, glancing at the face-down shattered painting.“Hey, this is differ-nnmmph!” Peggy blurted, surprised, as Becky got a funny look on her face and rushed over suddenly, pressing a hand over her mouth and an arm around her.“Did you hear that?” The reporter hissed, glancing at the door.“Wrmrmph?” Peggy grumbled into her palm, giving her a sour look, but tried to listen out anyway.There was...shouting, in the main area outside the office. Surprised, and frightened voices, and sharper, more commanding barks, and shouts. Like someone giving orders. Then a louder voice, not far from Marta's office. Boots, thudding nearer.“There might be more around, I'll check the office!”“Find any stragglers, put them with the other hostages!”“Brrcckyy!” Peggy managed to extricate herself from Becky's grip, and free her mouth, and was already hurriedly shaking loose one of her boots. “Get out of the wa-” She tried pushing the temporarily paralysed reporter to one side.The door swung open and a man strode in, wearing all black, with a heavy tool-belt, and a kit-vest. And he was holding a gun.“Well, well, well, seems we got a couple strays...” He grinned, stepping inside, the weighted door clicking shut behind him. “...good looking ones...” The gun waved in their general direction, only vaguely though, like he wasn't expecting trouble.He hadn't seen Peggy had her boot off, gripped in hand, Becky was still in front of her.“You two are gonna have to come with me. Play nice, and you can sit with the others, misbehave, and...” He growled, just a bit too eagerly, for Peggy's tastes.“Peggy, don't do anythi-ING!” Becky yelped, in surprise, hands held up as Peggy hurled her boot overarm past her head from behind.“Uggh!” The intruder grunted, as it thudded square into his forehead, and he stumbled back.It didn't do too much on its own, but as he stumbled back, his head hit the wall, with a more painful sounding thud. Whereupon he groaned, stumbled forward a few shaking, veering, drunken steps...and fell flat on his face. His gun clattered across the floor, skittering toward them. Peggy hurried past Becky, having gotten her other boot off, in hand, just in case. She snatched it up.“Damn, Peggy.” Becky managed a nervous chuckle. “Guns though, that's bad news. There must be more of them out there, judging by all that noise. A gang maybe.” She jogged up to the door, peering out of the glass panel, trying to make out what was happening beyond.“It's...not real.” Peggy lifted the gun, which looked real, but weighed nothing. “Airsoft. Look, see?” She clicked the trigger a few times.Nothing happened, until it did. It clicked, a sound like compressed air hissed sharply. Then a projectile whizzed out, and dinged off the head of the Lego statue. Chipped off a few pieces.Nothing happened...until it did. First the head fell off, and then it fell backward and crashed into the wall behind, and then smashed into a billion pieces, scattering all across the floor.“...whoops.” Peggy cringed, ready for Becky to start lecturing her about all the noise on top of attacking a potentially armed crimina-“Look!” Becky rushed past her, digging through the scattered Lego, and plucking up...something.“What...ow...is...ow...it...?” Peggy winced, pained, trying not to step on the minefield of Lego pieces now covering the floor.An act which had become rendered far more hazardous with both her boots off. She'd just started considering going back for the one she'd thrown, putting them back on, when she came face to...not face, with Becky bent over on the floor in front of her.“Not...Lego, that's what!” Becky stated, triumphantly, holding up her trophy, whatever it was, still on all fours.In those...white trousers. Those white trousers that fit...really well. She opened her mouth, and tilted her head, curiously, fascinated, helplessly drawn toward...“Oh.” Peggy made a quiet noise, cheeks warming, probably a shade of red not far off whatever Becky had on under those very white, very tight, trousers.She should say something. That was the right thing to do, wasn't it? That was what you'd do for a friend? Hey, I was checking out your bum, but by the way, red under white is a very, very risky mo-Peggy spun around, her back to Becky as the blonde started to get up, staring stricken in the opposite direction. That was absolutely not a thing she was prepared to say.“So...er...what is it?” She asked, with ballistic, false curiousity, picking her way painfully back across the Lego-covered floor, agony as she trod on piece after piece, to fetch her other boot.“It's a hard drive!” Becky called, enthusiastically, behind her. “Hidden in Marta's statue, like a bit of Lego. I bet...I bet the others have their own! I wonder if...I think that's what this is all about! I know what she's after! Peggy, we've got to...”Peggy had started off listening, then stopped, frozen, staring out through the glass panel in the door. Then she spun again and hobbled back, quickly, yet again, every flailing step agony.“...what is IT?!” Becky blurted, as Peggy grabbed her wrist and started dragging her away from the door.“They're coming they're coming they're coming!” Peggy hissed, hurriedly scanning the office that obviously only had one door in and out of for some other, ethereal, mythical method of escape....wait, what if...Peggy's gaze drifted to the ceiling...and the relatively small vent.“Marta is with them!” Becky gulped, bumping into her from behind as Peggy stopped without warning.“Give me a leg up.” Peggy insisted, grabbing Becky's shoulder and pushing her down.Becky didn't argue, and got into action quickly. Peggy had noticed that Marta had a way of focusing her mind. For Peggy...it seemed to do the opposite.“On it.”Peggy made a strangled noise, and whooped, as she was suddenly virtually launched upward, Becky who'd gripped her around the legs and...and...“Th...anks...!” Peggy wheezed out, shoving the vent grill aside, and scrambling up, trying not to think about Becky's other hand firmly planted on her backside, pushing her up. “Hold on, I'll-” She scrambled again, inside, trying to turn and flailing a hand down to pull Becky up too.“No time, they're here, take this!” The small, portable hard drive was thrust into her hand instead and she managed to grab it, without dropping it on Becky's head. “Listen, you've got to find the others.” Becky hissed, staring determinedly up at her.“What?” Peggy blurted, managing to straight herself out, and peering down. “I'm not leaving you beh-”Becky waved her quiet, urgently.“This whole thing, it's a sham! It's Marta! There must be more hard drives, check the other offices, those other Lego statues we sa-” Becky halted, and spun around, and Peggy heard the door to the office open again.“Becky, darling, there you are.” Peggy recognised, on cue, Marta's absurdly musical tone. “I'm afraid 'we' are being held captive by some thoroughly unscrupulous villains, who want some very sensitive data belonging to the business I wish to partner with. You'll just have to come and...sit with me, for a while.”Angling her head, Peggy managed to catch a glimpse of the woman, flanked by more goons, dressed like the fallen one, still face down on the office floor. She couldn't help but notice Marta didn't 'look' much like a prisoner.“Great.” Becky raised her hands, as the men approached.Peggy gritted her teeth, and slowly put the vent grill in place again.It was...actually really bloody hot in here, she quickly realised. Stuffy, suffocating warm.She frowned, determined, shook her head, had to focus on what Becky had told her, finding the hard drives. She stuffed Marta's hard drive in the back pocket of her brother's trousers. Couldn't think about leaving her behind.She'd find the other drives. She'd save her friend. From a gang. And a gorgeous criminal socialite with an amazing arse.Probably. Her mind did linger on that mental image, a moment, as she set off at a squirming crawl. Which inevitably went on from there to the image of Becky, bent over, white trousers...had it really not occurred to her that you could practically see...basically any other colour 'through'-“Argh!” Someone yelled, pained, below, following what sounded like an electrical crackling sound.“Screw you MartaaaAAH!” Becky yelped, sharply, following a sharp click. “You shot me!”“Grab her, damn it!”“Try it you assmmpphh!”It was already too hot, and Peggy was building up a sweat and a half. The building's public areas might've had air-conditioning, but the vents were going overtime pumping all that hot air...at her. Her brow, her face, was getting wet with it, and her shirt was starting to cling, as she pushed on.Awkwardly, with some squirming, she unbuttoned her shirt, shrugged it off, and abandoned it, leaving her in just her grey, sleeveless top, tucked into her trousers, now. Sweat beaded her brow, dripping down her face. She used her tie as a headband, knotting it around her head, under her fringe, and set off crawling again.“You take me to all the nice places, Becky...” She muttered, sarcastically.…“You'll never get away with this, Marta!” Becky snapped, defiantly, and just for a moment cringed at the corniness, of it.But...whatever, whatever it took to keep Marta's attention fixed on her, and not on Peggy. Which wasn't proving to be difficult, she had to admit.The sound of ripping tape nearly drowned her out, anyway. One of the gang circled around and around her, winding layer after layer of tape around her arms, and middle, securing her very, very thoroughly to the back of the wheelie chair she'd been forced into.“That was very, very naughty Becky.” Marta held up her taser, and it gave a crackling buzz, before she idly tossed it away.“If you'd been standing closer I'd have gone for you.” Becky quipped back, smirking, trying to appear more confident than she felt.Which wasn't easy, in her current state. She'd felt a bit better with Peggy around, being alone around Marta always made her uneasy.“Becky, darling, would you like me closer?” The heiress sneered, gleefully, and then she was clicking her way over, and Becky blanched, in panic.Being alone, and...begrudgingly...helpless around Marta was a whole 'other' nightmare.Her hands were taped together, behind her back, under the loops of tape around her middle, securing her to the strut and back of the char. More tape was wound above and below her knees, with more around her ankles, which were pulled back under the seat, and taped to the support. Though she could just about get her toes to the floor...if she needed to.But there wasn't much of anything she could do as the tall, shapely woman simply dropped into her lap, draping an arm around her shoulders, and pressed up against her. Smiling, face close...too close, even as Becky tried to squirm, wriggle away, uselessly. One hand, the one around her, played at her shoulder. The other, long, graceful fingers extended, she walked up Becky's chest, toward her neck.“Is this better?” Marta practically breathed, warmth of it tickling at Becky's cheek...way too close. “Why not just admit it, that lanky little thing you brought along was just to make me jealous. It worked, outrageously.” Her captor grinned.Becky tried to think, tried to keep her thoughts straight, remember what she was trying to do. Keep Marta's attention, waste time. Keep her off-balance. Hard to do, through the woman's overwhelming closeness, overwhelming presence, overwhelming...everything.“All those denials, all those objections, all those rejections...” Marta's fingers were on her neck now, trailing up, and she was leaning closer still, breath warm on her cheek. “...why not just admit it? You've always been curious, to know what it's like.” The older woman drew back, a little, smirking again, and started tugging down the high collar of her top, playfully.She felt hot. Had it gotten hotter? Think, think...Becky racked her brains for some kind of sharp, biting zinger, to come back with.“Told you, Marta, it's just you that isn't my type, not all girls.” Becky forced a smug grin onto her face. “Rather her, than you.” She added, and inwardly despaired.Damn it, admitting she was bi-curious as part of her ploy to trigger Marta wasn't 'exactly' the scathing rebuttal she had been going for!But the look of ugly annoyance, sour frustration, that flashed across Marta's face, a faltering in her usually unbroken composure had her wondering if perhaps it 'had' been the right move after-“ARRGGHH!” Someone yelled, muted, far off, in another office, followed by what sounded curiously like a large Lego construct smashing into pieces.“What was that?!” Marta demanded, turning in Becky's lap.Peggy, was Becky's guess.The four gang members who remained shrugged, blankly, if all a little red in the face. Becky realised they'd just been standing there, watching, like fascinated children, and tried not to laugh.“You idiots, what are you standing around for?!” The heiress seemed to realise now too. “We're on the clock here! Find out what that was! One of you, check another office, I want my drives!” She snapped.They all mumbled panicked acknowledgement, and rushed off, to where the sound had come from. For a moment, Becky was hopeful, maybe this was her chance to try and get free, at least she had a shot against Marta...“You! You stay. Keep an eye on the other hostages, and 'us'.” She barked, stopping one of them in their tracks, and Becky stifled a grumble. “Now, where were we...” Marta hummed, smug, and she realised she would have to up her game, escalate quickly.“She's a great lay.” Becky blurted, plunging on into untapped and ridiculous reserves of ludicrous dishonesty. “An animal, in bed. Real sorry Marta, but there it is, you couldn't come close.” She pressed on, with the absurd charade, almost riding high on the stupidity of it.But it was working, Marta was looking...tetchy. Tense. Irritable. Her usual demeanour was chipping away, and-“AARRGGHH!” Another yell, another curiously Lego-like crash and scattering of debris, from the office she'd sent the other thug to.Once again, Becky was quietly impressed. Peggy seemed to have a hard time with a lot of things, and she found she rather felt for the girl, but this kinda stuff wasn't one of them! It almost made her feel bad about using her to set Marta off on one...almost.“What was THAT!?” Marta raged, again, turning in her lap as the rest of the thugs rushed back, dragging an unconscious one of their number with them. “Get to THAT office and find out! Not you, you go to THAT office and find my drive!”The gang split again, dropping the groaning, clocked out guy on the floor, and rushed off, smaller again in number.Go Peg, Becky managed to refrain from grinning. Becky decided to try her luck again.“The trouble is...you're just too old for me, Marta.” Becky shrugged, sighed, like she was real put-out about it.“Too...old...” Marta's head snapped back, eyes staring, and wild, face coming over oddly pale, given her usual rich tan, so fast she wondered her neck didn't break.“I like 'em a bit younger, hungrier...more energetic.” Becky smiled, tilting her head to the side. “God, that Peggy is agrrrpphhmmph!” She managed, garbled, as Marta shot a hand down her plunging, expansive cleavage, in her dress, plucked out a wadded silky scarf, that she wasn't all that surprised was down there, given Marta, and stuffed it into her mouth.“That's...quite...enough...out...of...you...Becky...dear...” Marta hissed, punctuating each word with a shove of her fingers, pushing the large cloth into her packed, gaping mouth.“Ggrrmmppgghh!” Becky grunted, mouth forced wide, around it, tufts sticking out.“You, tape!” She shot out a hand, snapping her fingers.The thug who'd remained rushed over, tearing a strip of grey tape from the roll used to tape her into the chair. Marta snatched it, and with a look of complete, and delighted satisfaction, smeared the tape over her bulging, pouted lips, and the stuffing packed under them, smoothing the wide strip over her face with her fingers.“Mmmph!” Becky protested, trying to fight her off, to no avail.“Another.” She snapped her fingers again.“Mmpph!” Becky grunted, as another strip was pressed over her mouth.Then another.And another.Then Marta just took the roll and started wrapping it around her head, a few times, now she'd worked herself up.“Hrrmphh...” Becky mumbled, a touch breathlessly, under all the tape now coating her face.“Much better.” Marta sneered, less prettily now. “Hmph...too old indeed.” And without warning, she cupped a hand behing Becky's head and leaned in, pressing her lips to Becky's taped ones.“HHRRMPH!” Becky tried frantically backing up, twisting away, but Marta held firm, until she was satisfied.“There, tell me that didn't...oh.” She chuckled, trailing off in amusement. “Phone!” She snapped a finger again, and the thug handed it over.“Mmmpphh...mmpphhh...” Becky mumbled, still in a bit of a daze, only half-noticing as Marta lifted her phone and- “Mmph!” She squeaked, as the camera flashed.“Adorable, that's one for the books.” She held up the screen, and Becky was just able to focus her gaze enough to see her dreamy, glazed face, half-buried under tape...tape with a big lipstick imprint smacked on it, over her own. “Another memory for us, darling.” Marta ran a hand down her cheek, blowing her another kiss, as-“AAARRGGHHH!” Yet another deafening yell, another singularly Lego-based crash, in the office she'd sent the 'other' other thug too.Even as the diminished group came rushing back with another of their number, unconscious.“Hhrrmmhmmhhhmmphh...” Becky chuckled to herself, muffled under her gag, despite the last few minutes.“What is THIS?!” Marta launched herself out of Becky's lap, enraged now.“Well, it's-” One of the gang started, dropping another of their fallen number atop the groaning first.“YOU, find that stupid little girl!” She pointed a finger at one of the two remaining, standing goons. “YOU...FIND MY DRIVE!” She shrieked, stamping her heeled feet.“...uh...alone?” The two men left shared a worried look.“DID I STUTTER!?” Marta bellowed, loud enough to shatter glass.The men rushed off, without a word, in different directions.“Hmmhhhmphhmmph...” Becky failed to stop herself chuckling again, even as Marta rounded on her, like some kind of enraged, howling banshee.“Do you find this amusing, Becky? Is that it?” Marta stalked closer, entirely tilted, at this point. “Your 'girlfriend' really 'is' something, isn't she? WHERE IS SHE?!” She demanded, petulantly.She set her phone down, on a desk, not far off, Becky noted, carefully.“...urrmdrrmnnmrrph?” Becky shrugged, blinking, glancing down at herself taped into the chair.“Where is she, Becky? Talk!” Marta snapped, wagging an accusing finger in her face.“Ummrrph grrggmmphd!” Becky protested, in disbelief.“Where is she?!” Marta grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up, as her captor scowled. “Tell me! I'll get rid of her, and then you and the drives will be all mine!”Becky blinked, worriedly. It occurred to her she 'might' have overdone it a bit with the making Marta jealous and tilting her utterly, thing.“Ummphh grrggmmphd!” She tried again, desperately.“Not talking, huh? Well fine, you can stay quiet, quieter even!” She cackled, a bit madly, and then she was whipping out another silky scarf from her low, low neckline...and...another?How many did she have down there?!“Mmmphh! Mmpphh nnrrmmph!” Becky tried shaking her head, struggling side to side, turning away, pulling away, as Marta easily pulled one scarf over her already-taped mouth, covering her lower face, and then another, covering her mouth and nose. “Mmpphrrmpph nnrrmmphh mmpph!” She objected, helplessly, as both were knotted tightly and securely behind her head.She was feeling pretty breathless, now, but that was mostly the smothering layers of gag covering her face.“That'll teach you not to talk!” Marta snapped, giving the knots of her gags a last, sharp tug.“AAAARRRGGGGHH!” On cue, another yell, another catastrophic, Lego-based crash.“That is IT!” Marta stomped off, thoroughly lost in the throes of a temper-tantrum, as the last remaining gang member hurried back, notably without a hard drive. “You, give me that!” She snatched the airsoft gun from the thug she'd asked to stay.“WrrmphhMMPHH!” Becky blurted, jerking back in her chair as Marta took the gun and aimed it between her eyes, very close. “Mmpph!” She squeaked, going a bit cross-eyed, staring at the barrel.Airsoft or not, this close up that was gonna smart like hell!“Alright you limey scarecrow bitch, I've got your...ugh...'lover', here!” Marta made a disgusted, disappointed face, at Becky, as if she couldn't believe it.Nor could Becky, but that hardly seemed worth bringing up now!“I will put one in her eye if I don't get MY hard drive, NOW!” She stamped her foot, again, stubbornly.“Mmmrrpphh!” Becky gulped.“Lover?!” A muffled voice blurted, from a vent crossing the ceiling, above.Oh darn, Becky's eyes drifted upward.A hatch fell from above, only plastic, but heavy still, and clubbed Marta on the head. Then a few bolts. Marta shrieked again, as something groaned, and then the whole vent buckled. She and her remaining goons scattered, and Becky managed to use her toes to frantically roll her chair backward as the whole thing came down, with a crash.Backward...toward the desk where Marta's phone was.“...ow...” Peggy's voice emanated from the wreckage, as she struggled up, rubbing her head sorely. “My bloody feet are killing me, bloody Lego bloody all over the...” She managed to push herself up onto all fours, looking pretty tired.Becky blinked, knowing she was staring, and couldn't really stop it. This was barely the Peggy she'd arrived with. She was sweaty, greasy, skin and clothes covered with dirt and scuffed up. A few bruises, here or there. Now wearing her tie around her head, as a headband, and only a grey sleeveless vest, suit trousers and socks.She looked more like she'd spent some time in Vietnam, than a cocktail party.“Prggmphh!” Becky tried to warn her, but it was too late.“So glad you could...join us!” Marta coughed, wafting dust and debris aside, joined by her two remaining men. “Let's get you a seat!” She grinned, shark-like, down at the girl.“Oh balls.”Becky could only watch, wasn't much else she could do anyway, as the men wrestled Peggy up, without much resistance. She looked as if she could hardly stand anyway. She could also only watch, though with a touch more alarm, and fluster, as Peggy was wrestled into her lap, straddling her, face to face.“Oh balls.” Peggy muttered again, thoroughly red in the face under all the dirt and grease and sweat, in what Becky sympathetically suspected had little to do with the heat, and everything to do with their proximity.“Come on, now, let's get them reacquainted.” Marta sneered. “After all, 'this' is the thing darling Becky so unjustly jilted me for!” She teased, mocking and sour.Peggy's arms were pulled around her, and ripping tape signalled they were being taped there, behind her back. One of the men pushed Peggy closer, so they were pressed up closer together, and more tape was wound around her waist, and Becky's chest. Peggy's legs, spread either side of her hips, were folded around her waist and dangled behind the chair, taped together there.“Jilted?” Peggy murmured, utterly lost, having a careful struggle, against the tape, and realising all she was doing was grinding up against Becky. “...uh...” She croaked, mortified, stopping immediately.“Where are my hard drives?!” Marta demanded, and Peggy shrugged, unperturbed.Marta spun away, silently raging, fists clenched and waving, like she was trying to stifle some sort of outburst.“Whrrmphh thhrrmph?” Becky mumbled, herself, quietly, trying to catch Peggy's eye. “Pllmph!” She added, urgently, and started pushing with her toes again.Peggy had a slightly strained grin, barely able to meet her gaze, but picked up what Becky was doing, and managed to use the tips of her own feet to just barely help her pull the chair along...nearer to the desk, where Marta's phone was.“...somewhere Marta will never look...going by the look of pretty much straight hatred she's giving me...” She muttered, under her breath, glancing side to side. “...stuck them in my bra, bloody well uncomfortable as shi-” Peggy stopped, as Marta swept back suddenly, somehow filled with even more fury and venom than before.“Huh.” She sneered, giving Peggy a dismissive, unimpressed, and mildly appalled appraisal. “Animal? You?” She snorted, shaking her head in disbelief.Oh...this was going to be awkward. At least she was that mad she hadn't noticed their chair had moved.“Animal?” Peggy frowned in bewilderment, glancing back at Becky.“...uuurrmmmphh...” Becky mumbled, evasively, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling.“I want my hard drives.” Marta growled, through clenched teeth, towering over Peggy. “Where...are...they?”“Where did you last leave them? I'm losing my keys all the time, my brother always asks that, but if I knew the answer to that, I wouldn't have lost them, would I?”“Hhrrhhmhhmmpph.” Becky snorted, giggling under her gag.On some level, she still couldn't work out whether Peggy A. Autumn was a real human being, or not...but she was entertaining. Immediate threat of possible danger and injury seemed to bring out the...something, in her, at least.“Without those hard drives this merger is going to cost a needless fortune, I need that information to secure a favourable deal!” Marta clenched her fists now, shaking them at her sides, and barely restraining her rage, directed at an unperturbed Peggy.“You arranged all this so you could get a discount for money laundering?” Peggy shrugged. “Surprised there isn't a points card for the criminal underworld, at this point.”Marta seethed, snorting like a pig, growing redder in the face.“What are you even supposed to be?!” She snatched the tie Peggy wore as a headband off, and waved it accusingly. “Rambo?!”“Look, I don't know, all I know is I spent a lot of time, treading on Lego for no reason and now my feet are killing mrrmmgggpphh.” Peggy managed, as Marta found another silk cloth...somewhere, and stuffed it in her mouth.She deftly untied Peggy's tie, and then retied a big knot in the middle. Then, with little resistance from Peggy, she yanked it between her packed lips, and tied it tightly behind her head.“You two can sit there and...just sit!” She snapped, childishly. “You, all of you, go get your useless snoozing confederates and recheck all the offices! Fast! Those drives 'are' here, and we are running out of time!” Marta railed, driving her diminished hired goons on, like the angriest shepherd in the world.“Prggmph!” Becky grunted, again, getting her attention. “Pllrmmph!” She jerked her head backward, at the desk.Peggy craned her head sideways, peering around her shoulder, and her eyes widened as she spotted the phone. Right before she looked back at Becky, nodding in understanding, she noticed what Becky had, that their faces were suddenly...very very close.“...uummph...” Becky hummed.“...rrrmmph...” Peggy mumbled, sheepishly.Dodging that minefield, they skipped it, and started pulling, or pushing, with their feet. The chair rolled, jerked a little, but it was moving.Tricky going, and more than a little flustering an experience, both of them still pressed together, particularly with Peggy unable to avoid practically grinding her hips in Becky's lap.“This should have been easy, EASY!” Marta railed, stomping back and forth on her clicking heels, not far away.God, this was turning into one of the most intimate experiences Becky had been involved in, in...way too long, probably. She needed to work on that. Blow off some steam. She was steaming a bit too much, right about now. Peggy looked as if she was struggling a bit, too.The chair, luckily, bumped into the desk at that moment. Becky struggled to crane her head back, but couldn't turn far enough.“Prrggmph.” She mumbled, casting a wary glance at Marta, in case she should spot them.“...rgggphh.” Peggy sighed, and pushed against Becky, harder, trying to see behind her, nestling her head in Becky's shoulder.“...uummggpph...” The girl mumbled, and Becky could feel her arms moving, around her, probably reaching for the phone. “Grrgghtt! Crrgghtgh.”Becky felt the phone dropped into her taped hands, still tucked under the tape around her arms. But she could work the phone, at least. She needed Peggy to point her thumb, though.“Yrrgphh...yrrgghphh...ngghhphh...yrrgghph...ngghpphh...yyrrgghph...”“What 'are' you two doing?” Marta was suddenly there, and Becky and Peggy jumped apart, like two very guilty schoolgirls caught doing something they shouldn't. “You are a dark horse, aren't you Becky. I know I said get caught up with your...'friend' here, but I didn't really think you'd take that so literally and start necking while-”“Urrmmph wrrmpphhmph!” Becky objected, hotly, while Peggy only looked mortified.“If you expect me to believe that now, then you must take me for a-”“Hello, we got a call!” A heavy hand knocked on the office doors, from the corridor outside. “We're checking up, is there any trouble? We had some noise complaints already.”Marta stared, blankly past them, at the doors. And then down at the pair of them. Then the desk.“Becky, where is my phone?”“Mmmrrrrmmpphh...” Becky hummed, thoughtfully.Marta sighed, her shoulders sagging, and for just a moment looked like she'd had enough. Then her old self was back, and she yelled at one of her men, running past.“You, point that weapon at me!”“You what?” He blurted, stumbling to a halt.“YOU HEARD!”Slowly, he raised the gun, aiming at her.“HELP ME!” Marta screamed, dropping to her knees and raising her hands.“Wrrpphh?” Peggy muttered, confused.“We're coming in!”Then the door crashed open, and a team of police charged in.“Nobody move! You're all under arrest!” The leading officer barked.“Oh thank goodness you're here, they were going to hurt us!” Marta gushed, in distress.“Brrcchhpph.” Peggy grumbled, sourly.“Frrttmph crrhmmph.” Becky snorted, still taped to the chair.…Becky waited on the balcony, while the police finished escorting the gang away, in cuffs, and finished talking to the other guests of the party, now released from their 'prison'. The staff toilets.Made the chair she and Peggy had been taped to not seem so bad, suddenly. Shame about everything else.Like Marta getting away, again. She leaned back on the balcony, looking back inside. Marta was still sobbing, relaying her 'version' of events to the police. Glancing up at Becky now and then, masking an entirely genuine smile.Becky frowned, shaking her head. Annoyed, upset, frustrated. Every damn time. She glanced skyward, the now-evening glow painting the clouds over London a shade of orange.“Skippedy-doo-dah, momma-trucker!” A voice that sounded peculiarly like Peggy yelled suddenly.Becky looked sharply down, just in time to see Peggy seem to 'stumble' and reach out with her arm for 'balance', clocking Marta in the nose. Marta squealed, and the police steadied her, as Peggy hurriedly apologised, staggering past, mumbling something about her sore feet and Lego as she jogged her way. She wasn't hiding an entirely cheeky grin, which Becky wasn't sure she'd really seen on the girl before, as she hobbled out the glass doors to join her, still missing any shoes.“That was...beautiful.” Becky chuckled, as Peggy leaned on the balcony beside her.“Welcome.” Peggy inclined her head. “The bitch.”Becky snorted, chuckling again, and felt her mood lifting a bit.“Thank you.”“Don't mention it.” Peggy rested her back on the railing too, arms folded on it, and shaking out the hand she'd hit one of the most dangerous underworld heiresses Becky had ever encountered with.It seemed entirely ridiculous, when she thought about it.“Too bad she's gonna get her way, though.” Becky sighed.“Well...about that.” Peggy cleared her throat. “Might've given those hard drives to the police.”“What?”“Where did you think I went? Had to find somewhere to slip them out of my bloody bra.” Peggy winced, adjusting her top a bit. “If nothing else...”“...it'll raise enough questions that an Alfonsi merger with this company is off the table.” She continued, happily. “I thought you went looking for shoes, to be honest.” Becky glanced pointedly at her feet.“...I did that too...couldn't find any.” She shivered, suddenly. “Bit chillier out, now, isn't it?”Becky finally noticed her friend was missing half the clothes she'd arrived in, and slid off her jacket, handing it over. Peggy grinned, sheepishly again, and put it on.“Thanks.”“Don't mention it.”They stood side by side, in easy silence, for a moment. But Becky frowned, a thought niggling at her. Niggling, and pricking at her conscience.She wanted to make this new friendship work, if she could, and...she owed it to Peggy to explain, what she'd done. To get Marta off-balance.“I...uh...I told Marta we were sleeping together.” She cringed, grinning weakly. “I had to get her riled, keep her busy, get her to trip up.”“Pardon?” Peggy blurted, and her cheeks went bright scarlet again, despite the chill.“Well...” Becky fumbled for some kind of explanation that would make that sound better. “...it worked?”Peggy stared, stricken, like a spooked animal, and Becky was worried she'd bolt, for a second. Then she seemed to mellow, and snorted, and laughed to herself.“Imaginary me has all the luck. She's had more action than I've had since...ever?” Peggy sighed, shaking her head, a sarcastic curl to her mouth. “Unless you count that time in high school. A torrid snogging session with that tit Fred Hopkins behind the bike sheds.”“Sounds steamy.”“Only because of the smokers.”Becky glanced down at the younger girl, and puffed out her cheeks. Shrugged to herself, and went for it. She whistled, causing Peggy to turn at the sound, leaned down and kissed her quickly on the lips. Let it linger just long enough to count, and drew back. Grinning, satisfied at the flummoxed look on Peggy's face.“Crikey.” Peggy croaked, seeming to sink a little, using the balcony for support.Becky only smiled, more satisfied at the reaction. Doubly satisfied when she saw the look on Marta's face, inside, still clutching her nose, having seen the whole thing.They lapsed into quiet again, and it 'seemed' Becky was forgiven. But Peggy seemed tense, still. She was frowning a little, like she was thinking.“Something wrong?”“No. Not...really.” Peggy chewed her lip, thoughtfully, and finally managed to meet Becky's expectant eye. “So...so here's the thing.”“C'mon, Peggy, after what we've been through, nothing can be that bad.” She smiled, touching her shoulder.“Wearing red under white is a really bad idea.” Peggy blurted, suddenly, and clamped a hand to her mouth like she'd tried not to say it at all.Becky held her gaze, and her brain ticked over, and the gears turned, and then it came to her.“Oh god.” She closed her eyes.Her cheeks positively burned, and she couldn't even look inside at all the people.“Would you...like your jacket back?” Peggy ventured, very delicately. “You can probably tie it around your waist or something.”“Please.”

Life Sliced: Life's a Beach“What was that place called again?”“Knackered Tony's Pazza.”Becky gave her a sideways look, one brow cocked high. A slightly glazed, unsteady look.Peggy was feeling pretty unsteady herself. But the two of them were nursing a bottle of some unheard of cheap brand red wine each. Picked up in an off-license that while being of questionable quality when it came to the grape, was no doubt of unquestionable alcoholic potency.“Pazza?” Becky's brows knitted in equal parts amusement and confusion.“Pizza.” Peggy shrugged, biting a mouthful of crunchy, cholesterol-riddled foodstuff. “Tony moved to this country a few years ago, and liked the sound of the name.”The two, at Peggy's behest, to her own surprise, had hopped on a train, after picking up some necessary supplies, and rode out to Ruislip reservoir, technically the only beach 'in' London. It was a warm summer evening, and neither had been in any real hurry to depart. An unwind had seemed a good call, after all the...action.“Pazza.” Becky snorted, shaking her head and necking back the bottle again.“His name's not even Tony.” Peggy chuckled, leaning back on her arms, in the sand. “But he deep fries a good pazza.”Becky snorted, and laughed, again, reaching for a slice herself, in the box between them.Peggy was still missing half her outfit, but she had managed to find her boots at least. She'd taken them off, set them beside her in the sand, leaving her in her sleeveless vest and now very worn, and dirty suit trousers, rolled to her knees. Her tie, also salvaged, hung untied around her neck. She was laying back, propped on her elbows, legs stretched out.“Deep fried?” Becky murmured, around a mouthful of it, in shock.Becky had removed her jacket, folding it beneath her and sitting on it. She'd also removed her collared red top, and heels, leaving her in her white trousers, and a black, loose camisole.“That's what this is for.” Peggy lifted her bottle and wiggled it in the air, grinning.“Agreed.” Becky choked back the swallow, and lifted her own bottle, clinking the necks together by way of some clumsy toast.They lapsed into a relaxed silence, for a moment, soaking in the last dregs of the evening light, the comfortable heat, not too hot, and even managed to ignore all the other people drinking and having barbecues around them. It was a popular spot.“Your brother's gonnna be annoyed, right?” Becky said, eventually, stretching out herself now, settling on one side, angled toward Peggy. “About...” She gestured vaguely, at Peggy's state, with her bottle.“Nah, well...nah, well-...” Peggy mulled this over, thoughtfully. “...yeah.” She nodded, eventually, eliciting another laugh from Becky.“I could probably cover a replacement...” Becky started, but Peggy waved a hand, dismissively.“Nah, I...uh...borrowed his clothes, I'll replace them.” Peggy shook her head, and took another drink. “He'll live. Probably.” She shrugged.Again they fell quiet, drinking now and then, and enjoying the ambience of screeching teens, underaged drinking, and tinny speakers. The sounds of summer. It wasn't an awkward silence though, unlike so many Peggy seemed to find herself a part of!“Sorry you didn't get Marta.” Peggy said, eventually, staring out across the water, and drinking again.She was sinking a little more, into the sand, her head getting lighter. Happy-drunk.“Stopped her making money.” Becky replied, looking over at her again. “...and you punched her in the face. Peggy, that might just be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”Peggy noticed Becky had turned fully on her side now, and had shuffled a bit closer. And at some point moved the pizza box out of the way.The lack of appalling fast food barrier was something she was suddenly very conscious of.Becky was...to be honest, really nice to look at. Freckles smattered across her face, under those eyes. Hair blowing a little in the slightly shaken, messier bun. That skin, and bared shoulders, having a real shine in the last of the light. And she was a few years older, and had all that maturity and elegance and stuff that had always been an imperceptible mystery to Peggy. Like girls in general.Her brain would usually have been kicking into high gear, at this point, panicking, thinking too much...but she was quite definitely pretty much drunk at this point. And so, instead, her thoughts slowed to a crawl. Things were happening, up there, but fast enough that the rest of her brain couldn't catch up. Which led to-“Are you...you're not seeing anyone, are you?” Peggy asked, her mouth leaving her brain in the dust.Becky looked momentarily surprised, and actually smiled a little. Which was preferable to looking horrified. Even as Peggy's brain did catch up, and she started screaming internally.whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck-Becky reached over and gave her arm a calming squeeze. Probably some sort of stricken panic and horror had showed on her face.“No.” Becky shook her head. “But...you're not exactly my type. I'm sorry.” She smiled, again.“Yeah, I know.” Peggy sighed. “Struck out again.” She snorted, frantically trying to play it off.“Peggy.” Becky intoned, resting her head on her hand.“I'm drunk.” Peggy blurted.“I know.” Becky gave her arm a consoling squeeze, again. “So am I.” She giggled.“Can we never mention that again?” Peggy necked back a bunch of mind-bleach, while she was at it.“It's okay, Peggy.”“All the same, though.”Becky sighed, shaking her head, like she was dealing with an idiot. Maybe she was. Peggy yelped, as Becky sat up, wrapped an arm around her neck, and pulled her up so they were sitting side by side. Becky's hand settled around her shoulder, giving it a rub. Knocked her head sideways into Peggy's, warmly.“You're alright.” Becky managed, clearly trying to sound supportive, but slurring her words plenty. “Sooner or later, someone'll be unable to resist your charms.”Peggy appreciated the effort.“Sooner would be good.” She muttered, lifting her bottle, and was horrified to find it empty.“But in the meantime...” Becky held out her own bottle, which Peggy took in the spirit it was offered.She was only mildly surprised this time, when Becky gave her a kiss on the cheek. And they watched the last of the sun set behind the trees, across the water.