the pearl

Embrace Your Inner Skank

She slides up all slick and shiny, covered in oil, glitter and a torn white wedding dress, and grins at Britney with a razor-sharp wolfish grin. "So..." she says, looking up at her through dyed-black curls. "I guess you took my advice."

Britney pushes her veil back from her face, the taste of Madonna's lipstick still bittersweet against her tongue, like weird English chocolate, all dark and strange. She pauses, just long enough to affect a pose of nonchalance, and looks back at Christina. "Jealous?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

Christina smirks. "Only 'cause I wasn't first," she replies.

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