It was wrong how easily Lorelai took to pretending to be prostitute.
"I can't help it if I'm naturally good at getting into character," she drawled in the southern accent she'd adopted for the personae of Betsy. "So, how do I look?"
"Like a hooker," Alex replied. "I can sense a career change in the future when the war is over and there's nothing left for us to hunt."
Lorelai stuck her tongue out at Alex and twirled around in the costume she'd insisted on putting together for the hunt. It consisted of an obscenely tight tube top, a scrap of fabric that passed for a miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and, to quote Lorelai, "this thong that's totally giving me a rash."
"Do you want to go over my backstory with me?" Lorelai asked, kneeling on the bed next to Alex, because sitting was basically impossible in what she was wearing.
"No."
"But Betsy! Has a heart of gold! She's just down on her luck because she recently escaped the evil clutches of her abusive boyfriend and she's trying to make enough money to support her four younger sisters back in Missouri."
"Why does she need four younger sisters?"
"Because I've already named them Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy."
"Are you trying to get the ghost to be sympathetic? Because considering he's a Jack the Ripper nutjob fan who slaughters hookers when it's full moon, I seriously doubt you could convince him to let you go, even if you do have four younger sisters to feed."
"Fine," Lorelai said. "Three sisters: Piper, Phoebe, and Prue."
Alex rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Get into character all you want, just don't make me listen to it, and don't get yourself killed. I'll be right around back to rock salt the bastard as soon as he appears."
"Awwwww. Lookit you, watching my back," Lorelai crooned, throwing her arms around Alex and snuggling her face against Alex's neck. "I'd totally be a hooker to keep you clothed and fed."
Alex tried pushing her away, her eyes watering from the cheap perfume Lorelai was wearing, but Lorelai only hugged her tighter, because Lorelai was cruel like that, and if it was wrong how easily her sister took to pretending to be a prostitute, it was probably even more wrong how turned on Alex was by it.
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It was wrong how easily Lorelai took to pretending to be prostitute.
"I can't help it if I'm naturally good at getting into character," she drawled in the southern accent she'd adopted for the personae of Betsy. "So, how do I look?"
"Like a hooker," Alex replied. "I can sense a career change in the future when the war is over and there's nothing left for us to hunt."
Lorelai stuck her tongue out at Alex and twirled around in the costume she'd insisted on putting together for the hunt. It consisted of an obscenely tight tube top, a scrap of fabric that passed for a miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and, to quote Lorelai, "this thong that's totally giving me a rash."
"Do you want to go over my backstory with me?" Lorelai asked, kneeling on the bed next to Alex, because sitting was basically impossible in what she was wearing.
"No."
"But Betsy! Has a heart of gold! She's just down on her luck because she recently escaped the evil clutches of her abusive boyfriend and she's trying to make enough money to support her four younger sisters back in Missouri."
"Why does she need four younger sisters?"
"Because I've already named them Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy."
"Are you trying to get the ghost to be sympathetic? Because considering he's a Jack the Ripper nutjob fan who slaughters hookers when it's full moon, I seriously doubt you could convince him to let you go, even if you do have four younger sisters to feed."
"Fine," Lorelai said. "Three sisters: Piper, Phoebe, and Prue."
Alex rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Get into character all you want, just don't make me listen to it, and don't get yourself killed. I'll be right around back to rock salt the bastard as soon as he appears."
"Awwwww. Lookit you, watching my back," Lorelai crooned, throwing her arms around Alex and snuggling her face against Alex's neck. "I'd totally be a hooker to keep you clothed and fed."
Alex tried pushing her away, her eyes watering from the cheap perfume Lorelai was wearing, but Lorelai only hugged her tighter, because Lorelai was cruel like that, and if it was wrong how easily her sister took to pretending to be a prostitute, it was probably even more wrong how turned on Alex was by it.