Just Try to Relax, Vaggie!

Just Try to Relax

Rarely did Vaggie ever smile. Or, rather, she rarely smiled because of someone. It never used to happen until she met Charlie. What a fucking day that was.

But as she idled in standstill city traffic, she found herself grinning uncontrollably at the idea of finally getting to pick her new Girlfriend up in the only impressive thing she owned: her shiny, magenta motorcycle that she'd spent the last year and half or so tinkering with and perfecting before she'd bumped into the Princess of hell and fallen in love.

Finally, traffic was moving. The cycle rumbled over the asphalt, and since Vaggie had decided she'd had enough of abiding by the petty rules– the important, moral ones could stay– she began accelerating and weaving through traffic. As her mind began to drift away from the road, she thought of the limo ride she and Charlie had shared on their way back from their most recent date. They had gotten donuts, and, as Vaggie had anticipated, they shared their first kiss. It was a passionate one. A long one. It tasted sweet, as if Charlie's bubblegum demeanor and appearance had made their way onto Vaggie's lips.

Truthfully, she'd never stopped thinking about it. Not just the kiss, but how lucky she was to have kissed... well... the literal Princess of hell. How Charlie was the sweet to her really, really, really bitter. Or how everything Vaggie could ever want, material or otherwise, was hers if she simply asked. Charlie was a genie with a beautiful face, and an even more beautiful soul. And now, she was on her way to pick that pretty-ass genie up from her pretty-ass palace and kiss her pretty-ass face.

Oh, shit. 

There it was. Just down this road was the Magne Palace. It had 7 spires encircling a glass rotunda. Vaggie remembered how easy that rotunda made stargazing, even when it was dinnertime and not the ideal lighting for it. 

Charlie had texted her to pick her up at the gate, so Vaggie wouldn't get a chance to go inside, but the palace's beauty could still be admired from a distance. 

She slowed the cycle down and cruised up to the last couple of meters of the lane, where a girl in a silk, black button-down shirt with two buttons undone and a red miniskirt was standing tall, looking around for her girlfriend.

"Charlie!" Vaggie said, tempted to honk the horn. But, it seemed that her voice sufficed. Charlie turned her round face towards Vaggie, showing off those eyes. And, well, everything else.

"Ready? Hop on, hon."

The Princess, with all the joy on her face she could muster, got on, grabbing Vaggie's shoulders, and they rode off