The party had gotten louder since Kim and Trini had decided to leave, and there was now a dancefloor that Kim and Jason had quickly found themselves in the centre of.

Trini pushed her way to the front of the crowd, her hands finally empty for the night of alcohol. She'd expected to see a laughable performance (not because Kim was a terrible dancer, but because of the song choice and Jason's seemingly undying commitment to the song) but was surprised to see that they were killing it.

Jason had a determined look on his face, moving quickly to be in sync with Kimberly, who was just as good as Jason at the choreography, if not better. Trini found herself regretting not taking a drink with her, feeling thirsty after seeing Kim undulate her hips as if there was no tomorrow.

The song continued into the chorus, and Trini found herself unable to look away.

Then she felt a warm liquid spill onto the front of her shirt. Her favourite white shirt.

Just my luck, she thought, being reminded of Zack spilling his beer onto her at the other party.

"Fuck, dude, I'm sorry," the perpetrator said quickly, looking scared as he caught the glare on her face. "I just saw Jason, and I wasn't watching where I was going…" he trailed off.

She pursed her lips, sympathizing with him. After all, had she been walking with wine (seriously, wine at a house party?) in her hands, she'd probably have done the same thing. "It's fine, Tommy," she sighed, backing away to go back upstairs. "I'll just soak it right away. Not a big deal."

"Uh, okay!" He called out from behind her. "If you're sure!"

Weaving through the crowd, she took one last glance at Kim dancing before going back up the stairs.

"Thank God," she muttered, when she opened up Billy's room only to find it free of people making out. Knowing Billy's house pretty well from all the times she'd been there, she figured the bathroom in his room would be the least likely to be occupied.

She pushed open the door to his bathroom and stripped her shirt off, wiping off the remaining wine on her bra and stomach with some toilet paper.

The wine seemed set into her shirt, and she groaned when she realized it was probably ruined. Amazing how something like this could still happen without Zack here, she thought, annoyed.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her face shiny and baby hairs stuck to her face. Scowling, she wiped the smudged mascara off from the bottoms of her eyes and brushed her hair out of her face. She left the shine on her face alone. There wasn't much that she could do about it, since she'd left her bag and oil absorbing sheets downstairs.

"Fuck," she cursed, when she looked back down at her shirt again. Figuring Billy wouldn't mind if she borrowed one of his shirts, she reached for the handle of the door, preparing to look in his closet.

As her luck would have it, the door to Billy's room opened as Trini stepped back into it. Her eyes widened, and she ran back into the bathroom so as to keep some of her modesty.

"Trini?" A voice called, followed by quiet footsteps as the person shut the door behind them.

Of fucking course.

It was Kim. It had to be Kim, or Trini's life would've been too easy.

"Yeah?" She called out, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Where are you?"

"In here," she said, and then clarified, "the bathroom." Because why avoid her any longer? Surely, if she waited again, something worse and more embarrassing would happen.

The doorknob rattled, and Trini searched one last time for anything to cover herself with- a towel, a shirt, anything-

"-there you are," Kim greeted, shutting the door behind her as Trini was in the process of using the shower curtain as cover up. "Why're you up here? I've been looking for you everywhere- oh." She said, her eyes widening when she noticed Trini was shirtless.

"Um," Trini said, her voice cracking. She backed up, only to hit the tub with her bum and coughed, clearing her throat, and continued. "Tommy spilled some wine on me, so I was just cleaning my shirt."

Kim blinked, seeming to regain some of her senses. "Right. I don't even know why I asked that. I literally saw that happen."

Trini smiled a tight smile to acknowledge that she heard Kim, but looked away almost immediately when Kim's arm brushed against Trini's bare stomach.

"Excuse me," she said, moving closer to the sink to occupy herself with scrubbing down her already ruined shirt so that Kim could sidestep her.

Being a one person washroom, it was rather small and left little to no room for two people in it. If Trini took one more step, she would fall into the tub or find herself on the toilet. Kim didn't have much space either, being caught between the sink and the wall, and well, Trini.

Trini continued cleaning her shirt, trying to look focused at her task at hand so as to hide her discomfort at being half naked in a crowded washroom with the girl she'd been hopelessly pining over for the past month.

Kim pretended to watch her do so over her shoulder, while in reality she was taking quick glances at Trini's face in the mirror, trying to figure out what to say so that she wouldn't need to leave her again.

Trini shut the sink off, resting her weight on the palms of her hands at the edge of the sink. Her shirt remained hopelessly stained. This time, there was a proper silence, with no running water or music to fill it.

The silence ran on for a little bit longer, Trini staring at the sink and Kim staring at at Trini's reflection, until they both awkwardly tried to speak at the same time.

"Why were you looking for me?"

"Did you want my sweater?"

Kim coughed, trying to hide her blush, while Trini went back to staring at her shirt, her face obviously red.

"Sorry, you go first," Trini said, focusing on recovery.

Kim coughed again, this time to clear her throat. "Um, I just asked you if you wanted my sweater? I'm wearing a shirt underneath, so…" she trailed off, her voice muffled by her sweater as she removed it.

"Thanks," Trini said, not even bothering to protest. She was uncomfortable with the close proximity and her state of undress- she was grateful for the cover up. She flushed again once the sweater was on, noticing Kim was now in a tank top, and her very nice arms were on display.

"So, what were you gonna say?" Kim asked, trying to hide her smirk when she noticed Trini's reaction. She was glad the tables had turned.

"Oh, right," Trini said, shaking her head as Kim reminded her that she was meant to say something. "Uh, why were you looking for me?"

"Uh," Kim blushed again, her smirk disappearing quickly. So much for the tables turning.

This time, it was Trini who smirked. "This is a good look on you."

"What?" Kim asked, having a hard time keeping up from feeling so flustered.

"You, but redder," she continued, grinning. "I don't see it too often. It's kinda cute."

Normally, Kim would take that opportunity to make a dirty joke to regain her footing, but she wasn't used to feeling this way- confused, and unsure, with her palms sweating. "Shut up," she muttered, her face somehow getting redder.

"Wow, I didn't know you could get that red!" Trini continued gleefully, enjoying her sudden shift in power. "Do you think you could surpass this shade of red?"

"Trini," Kim gritted out, frustrated at the foreign feeling of prolonged embarrassment.

"Am I talking to a tomato, or Kim?"

This time, Kim stayed silent, her face neutralizing.

But Trini continued anyway, not noticing Kim's reaction. "It's more pink, really, I don't think your skin could do red, it's a pretty nice shade. Pink might even be your colour- maybe you should wear more pink-?" She trailed off suddenly, her teasing lost in her mind.

Kim had stepped up then, her face purposefully in Trini's small space in the washroom. "Shut up, and let me answer your damn question," Kim said lowly, her breath warm on Trini's lips, and her eyes heavily lidded as she moved impossibly closer. "This is why I was looking for you."

"Kim-?"

And then they were kissing.

There was no buildup- it was just quick and desperate, like they had no time to spare. Trini was mostly just surprised that they hadn't been interrupted yet, and was trying to make the most of what she could with the amount of time she wasn't sure they had. Her hands were everywhere, in Kim's hair, on her hips, her ass, again, anywhere she could reach.

It seemed that Kim was in a similar boat, rushing ahead and forgetting to breathe. She pressed herself closer to Trini, and Trini didn't seem to mind, trying to get even closer.

Never mind that the sink was pressing painfully into the small of her back, or wait, maybe it did, "-Kim," Trini breathed out, pulling away only slightly.

But Kim mistook Trini inching away from the sink as her grinding their hips together, and moved instead from Trini's lips to her neck.

"Kim," Trini laughed, lightly pushing Kim away. "My back."

Kim backed up then, blinking rapidly, still slightly dazed. "Oh," she said, simply, "my bad."

Trini laughed again, her arms still wrapped around Kim's neck. "'S'fine," she smiled, chuckling. "So… I'm guessing you wanted to do that for a while too now, right?"

"No shit," Kim grinned back, unable to help herself. "Why do you think I kept trying to get you to play stupid party games and break laws?"

Now it was Trini's turn to blink, the realization slowly seeping in.

"... You seriously never realized?" Kim asked, incredulous.

Sure, it'd been obvious, but Trini wasn't exactly the most perceptive person, especially when it came to cute girls. "Oh," she said, feeling dumb.

Kim rolled her eyes playfully. "You're lucky you're cute," she joked, leaning in to kiss Trini again.

This time, it was slower, the two of them more confident since there'd been no interruptions yet. They took their time, until Trini figured out how to solve the back pain issue and wrapped her legs around Kim's waist, easily being set down on the sink to sit on.

"Mm, wait," Trini said, interrupting her own makeout session again. "Is this a bad time to ask for your number?" She asked, suddenly remembering Zack's persistence that she complete that goal.

Kim looked at her, her brow furrowed, before Trini shook her head and pulled her in again.

"Yeah, maybe later would be better," she said, kissing her again to make up for lost time.

Screw the Party Gods.