This choice: ...this was her literal last pair of clean clothes; they needed to go shopping • Go Back... Audrey didn't knock on Uma's door before entering. It was only 10am, so she knew that wouldn't be necessary. Live with anyone long enough and you'll start picking up on their daily rhythms and rituals, and Audrey had long since learned that her old friend would be asleep for at least another hour. Maybe two, if she had hit the sauce a little too hard last night. Taking small cautious steps into the dank pit Uma called home, careful not to trip on the numerous cans and wrappers that littered the floor, Audrey made her way to the ball of covers she assumed to be Uma.
"Hey!" Audrey shouted, forcing a smile. "Wake up!"
"Wha-what?" Uma slurred, still sleep drunk. "Huh...what is it?"
Audrey dropped what remained of Uma's sports bra and her pristine gym clothes on the bed. Uma stared blankly at the pile. "...Thanks for doing laundry, I guess."
Fighting the urge to scream, Audrey again forced a pained smile. "Uma, dear, these were literally your last pair of clean clothes. Don't even bother saying otherwise, I've been doing your laundry for months. I know better."
"Yeah, so?" Uma mumbled as she rolled onto the floor, wearing nothing but a Zelda shirt she stole from Ixchel and a worn pair of boy shorts. "What's the problem?"
"The problem is, you can't keep stealing clothes from the rest of us! It's not fair!" Audrey cried, "And honestly, your starting to look pretty raggedy Uma. Do you even have a bra that fits anymore?"
Uma scanned her dresser before responding, checking to see if any of the beer cans had anything left to give, and sighed at coming up empty. The disheveled jock grabbed a busted sports bra and said, "I don't know...could probably tape this back together..."
Audrey buried her head in her hands, "No! No more duct-taping your bras together! We're going shopping today."
"Yeah, sure, whatever, fine," Uma mumbled, as she flopped back into bed. "But for once I'm shopping for quality, not quantity. All my clothes fall apart so fast..."
"That's because you're always testing the seams..." Audrey thought. Far be it for her to judge anyone's waistline, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore that Uma's once hard body was softening in her unofficial retirement. Her arms, once lean with muscle, seemed soft and ordinary. Thighs that used to be impressively firm had an unmistakable softness to them, doubly so for Uma's increasingly plump posterior. But the biggest change of all was the beer gut Uma had fostered over the years, slowly growing larger with every midnight trip to the fridge and white claw at the club. Even her once diamond-sharp jawline had started to fade, replaced with the beginnings of a double chin. If you squinted you could still see the vestiges of the former All-American Uma once was, but every day those traces of athleticism grew fainter and fainter.
"Whatever. We'll hit the mall at 12 o'clock and we'll pick you up some clothes." Audrey stated, again tiptoeing through a minefield of tallboys. "And I'm serious Uma, 12 o'clock on the dot."
"Okay, Mom! I heard you the first time, God!"
XXX
It was half-past one by the time our heroines reached the mall, something that annoyed Audrey to no end. But just getting Uma to leave the house for anything other than bar hopping was a minor miracle. So, all things considered, Audrey was content. Besides, getting Uma to the mall was the easy part. Actually buying anything was the real challenge.
"Ugh! Do I really need new shorts? I have like 10 back home." Uma whined from the fitting room.
"Literally, all of them have holes in the crotch," Audrey replied, throwing two more shorts over the door.
"You can't tell when I'm standing!" Uma countered in a huff.
As Audrey continued searching through the discount racks, it quickly became apparent that...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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