inkonstage (inkonstage) wrote in repose, @ 2016-12-25 14:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | *narrative, *text, flash madison, marta flores |
[Text: Flash M / Narrative: Sunshine]
[Sometime Saturday/Sunday:]
Hey, got your note. You still with Gwen?
[A while later:]
Everything okay?
[After that:]
So I'm guessing we're off for Christmas buffet?
[And finally:]
Okay, just let me know you're still alive at some point.
[As an afterthought:]
Merry Christmas to you and Gwen.
***
[For the first time in a few years, she had been expecting more from Christmas. A meal with her brother, a secret santa gift. Even though she had no actual expectation of a new place to live, she thought she'd at least get something. That was the way it was meant to work, right?
But she'd had neither. Flash was caught up in whatever shit was going on with Gwen (and all she could hope was that neither of them would end up hurt - them or Reaper or... anyone). And there was nothing that had arrived from anyone. And it shouldn't have hurt, but she'd gotten too vulnerable over the last few months, and it did.
She needed a distraction.
***
Over the two days of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, a certain adult website showed a decrease in the number of livecams that were broadcasting for customers. Even camgirls celebrate the holidays with friends and family. There are still those that log on, though. Both the girls and the customers.
Miss Sunshine was one of the girls that logged on over those two days. Wearing a santa hat and only a bit more to cover herself, she spent time typing with people in the chat window and taking certain "special" requests from those who paid a little extra. She kept a cheerful smile on her face the entire time, and was sweet to those customers who commented.
At the very end, she kissed the lens of her camera and hung her hat over the camera before the cam shut off.]