beverly & richie
Oh, now, what was this? Beverly watched carefully, exhaling another stream of smoke, the dead end of her cigarette dropped and snuffed with a twist of one of those needlepoint high heels. She'd received a bow and arrows from her Secret Santa, so she was ready for some weapons lessons, but she could still use her shoes if need be.
"Richie - " It was a squee of a sound, an emotional response, a warm tingle that tickled in her toes all the way up, even reaching each strand of ginger hair until it seemed to giggle out of her, like confetti at a party. And Beverly wasn't much of a giggler, let it be known. But she was happy for him - maybe it had only been a couple months here, but those two had loved each other for years and years.
She threw her arms around him in a hug. "Let me see it! Where did you get it?!"