“Babe, get your rainbow outfit on!” Lisha squealed, bounding into the living room. Beatrice was sitting on the couch, painting her fingernails.
“I don't have a rainbow outfit.”
Lisha pointed a finger gun at Beatrice and made a firing sound. In a flash of light, Beatrice’s black outfit was transformed into a rainbow collage. She groaned and leered down Lisha.
“I liked those clothes.”
“And now they’re fabulous!” she cheered.
“What’s this all about?” Beatrice growled.
“I’ve been told that I’m going to be in a Pride festival!”
“Ugh,” she groaned. “I’m not going to one of those.”
“I’ve never seen a lesbian hate Pride month so much!” Lisha exclaimed. “Come on, why the hate?”
“I’ve got nothing to be proud of.”
“Babe, come on, you can be in the parade with me.”
“Mmmmmmm no.”
“Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-“
“Shut up!” Beatrice interrupted. “I’m not going down there for some stupid rainbow festival!”
“It’s not just a rainbow festival! It’s something so much more than that!”
“Then it’s something I’m not a part of and am not planning on being a part of.”
“Please babe…”
“No.”
“We’ll have sexy time tonight.”
“I’m not-“ Beatrice thought for a moment. “Fine. This one festival. For the sexy time.”
“Yayyyyy!” Lisha cheered, jumping down onto the couch and crushing Beatrice.
“Get your fat ass off my colon!”
* * * * *
“I’m having second thoughts.”
“Remember sexy time.”
“Ugh, fine.”
The two of them were on top of a parade float in the pride parade. Lisha was wearing a rainbow toga and held a bundle of flowers in her hand while wearing a sash that read “Pride Queen” on it. Beatrice was dressed similarly with a sash that said “Pride Princess” instead. Lisha was waving with a friendly smile while Beatrice kept her arms folded and gave an icy stare.
She looked down into the crowd and spied someone she knew. Max was walking around the crowd giving out slips of paper, shoving them into people’s hands.
“Call me for a good time!” she told one.
“I’m not just strong when pushing through a crowd!”
“If you wanna have a good night, I’m your gal!”
Beatrice frowned and looked even more upset at the sight. Her lack of awareness made her surprised when Lisha grabbed her face and pulled her into a suffocating kiss on stage. She pulled away and stumbled around dizzily.
“What was that?!” Beatrice asked.
“Look at them, babe!” Lisha smiled, immeasurably happy.
Beatrice saw the crowd below them and heard that they were actually cheering at the kiss. Beatrice loved the cheers; she smiled and got an idea. She jumped into Lisha’s arms and kissed her again. The crowd went wild.
“What happened to having nothing to be proud of?” Lisha smugly asked.
“Less smug, more kissy.”
The two of them put on a show on the parade float for the crowd. Beatrice and Lisha were also having the time of their lives up there. Beatrice changed her mind about the pride parade. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
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