Well, I did, I do. Subconsciously. I just wasn’t aware people talked about that so openly. Before I can answer him some kind of squeal makes me turn around and to my surprise, I see Meggy walking over to us in a whirlwind. I did not expect to see her at the fair, I’d assumed it wouldn’t really be her thing.
“Why are you waving a flog in my girl's face Gil? Keep your Dom shit to yourself.” Meggy says as she walks over and gets right into Gil’s face. Of course my bestie from high school knows Gil. Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised, she never moved away and she knows everyone in a ten-mile radius.
“Just showing her the ropes,” Gil answers as he gives her a one-armed hug and then lets her go. He looks at her outfit, which is lacking in, well, just being there, I guess. She’s dressed up in the smallest black dress I’ve ever seen. To be honest, I would probably wear it as a tank top. But I wasn’t the girl to let my friends down, so go Megs.
“What are you supposed to be?” he asks her as he looks at her from head to toes.
Her eyes begin to twinkle before she answers as she leans into him and whispers conspiratorially: “I’m a harlot.”
I eye her dress again and now that I know the story, it’s actually an outfit. She turns back to me and squeals again. Meggy is the kind of girl that gets easily excited. I love that about her. But the noise she makes when she’s excited can be a little much for someone that’s easily overstimulated.
“You look to die for!” she squeaks as she grabs my hand and makes me twirl. “I didn’t know you’re a fair girl!”
“I guess I am, maybe next time we can go together? Then I won’t have to make the boys come along. Unless they’ll want to come along next time, that is. How do you know Gil?”
They look at each other. “I’m fairly known in the Kinseltown nightlife. And if you know the nightlife in Kinseltown, you know Gil.” He just shrugs, so there must be something to say for it.
“You’re here with him?” Meggy asks as she focuses on me again, while simultaneously eyeing a handsome man who’s passing by.
“Him. And O, Jonah, and Dean. They’re here somewhere. Last I saw them they were looking at armor for Dean’s Thor costume.”
I swear I can see her swoon at the mention of Dean dressed up as Thor. I can’t blame her. He does look scrumptious.
“Let’s get something to drink in a bit,” she says while scanning the crowd for my companions. “There’s a rock performance tonight, they start right after the bagpipers. We need to drink and dance together.”
She doesn’t really wait for me to agree before she walks away to go talk to someone else she knows. I guess that means we’re having drinks later on then.
I turn back to Gil, who’s still standing there with his flog. The thing actually matches his outfit and suddenly it dawns on me how he got such a good costume in such a small period of time.
“Oh my god, your outfit is something you wear at work!”
His eyes sparkle as he walks closer to me. “You’re not the only one who’s into a bit of roleplaying.” He then gently spanks me with his flog and walks off again.
I just stand there for a short amount of time, trying to understand what the hell just happened.