Title: gimme the dream
Fandom: good girls (tv)
Rating: mature
Length: 750
Notes: post s4a, beth&annie&ruby, beth/amber, recreational drug use

They’re two bowls deep, Annie having brought what she calls ‘celebration weed’ to girls’ night. It’s nicer than the last stuff she brought, whenever that was, makes Beth feel all light and giggly instead of tired and unmovable.

“I had a threesome dream about Stan and Krystal,” Ruby suddenly says, and Beth can feel her jaw drop.

Annie doesn’t seem as surprised, saying, “Yeah, Diane’s a certified hottie.”

“We work with her!” Beth exclaims, can’t help her scandalized tone.

Annie snorts loudly, and Ruby pats her knee. “Girl don’t even.”

Her sister squints at her, head tilted as she wobbles on the couch. “Has it been long enough that we can ask about the crazy murdering gangfriend sex elephant in the room?”

“The fuck,” Ruby whispers, and cheeks red, Beth shakes her head, takes another hit. The last thing she wants is to think about Rio right now, will probably do something stupid like text him or ask for Grisham book recommendations or if –

“-lost her, way to go A.”

Annie snatches the piece from her limp hands, and Beth comes back, “Hey! I wasn’t done.”

“Too slow,” Annie says with a grin, flicking the lighter, and Beth turns to Ruby. “Have you told Stan?”

Ruby’s eyebrows pop up, “That I wanna fuck the girl crushin’ on him at work together? No.”

“Her tits are so cute,” Annie complains, passing back to Ruby. “I want cute tits.”

“Like of your own or to hold?” Ruby asks.

Annie happily sighs, leaning back into the couch, and Beth trades a look with Ruby. Yeah, she’ll be out of it for a while.

“What about you?” Ruby asks, exhaling smoke to the side and passing back.

Beth takes it, it’s still going and takes a quick hit. “I wouldn’t mind less back pain for cute tits.”

Ruby laughs easy, cheeks glowing. “Yeah. I mean, y’know,” she pitches her voice to imitate Annie, “what’s the dream? Bossman? Anyone but Deansie?”

Her nose scrunches up, and Beth leans into the plush couch. Keeping her eyes open is so much work right now, and she slides the piece back on the table. “No. I need someone not in this mess. Like. I need an Amber.”

An Amber sounds perfect really. Someone hot and young, too dumb to question her less than legal work, an escape of a person. Just sex and endorphins, no baggage, no history. And that’s probably being cruel or whatever, but Amber fucked a married man knowing it, she can go all two dimensional for her fantasies. And okay, maybe there is history with Amber, but it isn’t history she cares about and – oh. That’s new. Huh. Guess that’s closure or something.

Laughter echoes around the room, and Annie’s back with them.

“If you want a hookup, we got a new delivery guy, and he really-”

“Delivers?” Beth asks dryly.

“-could take you down to poundtown,” Annie finishes with a grin.

Ruby throws a cheeto at Annie, and oh, Beth had forgotten they have snacks, grabs a handful of the mix. (Ugh, mini pretzels, tosses those back.)

“Jeremiah is freshly divorced and looking.”

“Church Jeremiah? No, Beth needs a freak in the sheets.”

Beth flushes, “I do not.”

Ruby indulges her, because of course she does, “Why’s that?”

Annie grins huge, “Post-Deansie we got Rio, ‘nough said, and the hitman.”

“It was one date,” Beth grumbles, “and it was business.”

“Stan did say there’s a new bouncer the girls know. Fine as hell.”

“Oh! Or there’s this really hot teacher at Ben’s school. No taste obvs since I didn’t hit it, but-”

“No,” Beth interrupts. “I wanna fuck Amber.”

The quiet is nice.

She had meant to say ‘an Amber’ but the more she thinks about it, the more she likes it. Amber owes her. Wants to sit on her face, smother her, and bend her leg back into a split while slowly fucking her, make her cry for it. Have her as a little sous chef in the kitchen, only wearing an apron, toy with her whenever she’s waiting on something to boil or a timer to go off. Maybe even let her do her acting schtick, because she really would make a fabulous pornstar, all eager to please with no standards. Fuck her slow in bed, early enough that the sun’s still crossing the horizon and she’s dazzling with it.

“Like fuck up her life? ‘Cause we know people.” Annie says.

“We are people,” Ruby whispers, and Beth can’t stop giggling.