“Are you going to subtext back?”
Bailey grinned, appreciating Gwen’s humor.“I don’t know.She was cute.”
“That’s an understatement,” Chloe drawled.
“And I’m in a sex drought,” Bailey continued.
“Same,” Gwen sighed.
“So maybe I’ll ask her out for a drink and see where it goes.”
“That would be a nice way to start your thirties,” Chloe mused.
Bailey had a plan for that already, but nodded in agreement.
“Also, I didn’t say this earlier, because you told me I couldn’t have a massage and I was mad at you, but I like your new hair.”
Bailey reached up to pat the mass of it, still caught up in a band for the massage, and beamed.“Thanks.”
Gwen was frowning again.“What’s different about it?”
Chloe snickered, and Bailey huffed out an exasperated breath.“I cut off about five inches and did a subtle widow’s peak on the bangs.And the streaks are purple instead of blue.”
Gwen blinked owlishly, her eyes wide behind her glasses.“Oh.”
“How did you not notice?”
“Well, I can’t tell it’s shorter when it’s up,” Gwen said defensively.“And purple looks almost the same as blue with your black hair.”
“It does not.”
“Did you get purple contacts to match?”Chloe asked before Gwen could protest again.
“Of course.”
Gwen squinted.“Are you wearing them?”
Bailey rolled eyes that were currently their natural hazel.“No, Gwen, my eyes are not purple at the moment.Do you need new glasses?”
Gwen nudged the large round frames up her nose.“These are new.”
“Uh-huh.”
“If you two are going to bicker all night, we’re going to need to order more booze,” Chloe declared.
“Who’s bickering?”Gwen wondered.“I’m not bickering.”
“I might be bickering,” Bailey said with a grin.
Chloe kicked her in the shin.“Knock it off.”
“Yes, Mother.”
Chloe kicked her again.
“Hey!”
“You deserved that.”