Disclaimer:
This story is completely fictitious and fantasy-based; these events did not happen, aren't likely to happen, and the celebrities depicted do not act like this in real life. Also, minors should not read further.
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Yet another year, yet another award season. With the Golden Globes just announced, and the winners gaining a renewed rush for the ultimate prize, the Academy Award, the cameras were now off and the media coverage down. Yet, for all those present, the night was just beginning: almost as coveted as the actual ceremony were the innumerous after-parties that followed right after.
For the losers, it was a way to drown their disappointment. And maybe make the night worth something.
"Thank you." The redhead said as she took a glass of champagne from the waiter.
"Not enjoying the night so far?"
Turning around, she was met by yet another redhead who also took a drink when the waiter passed by her. Looking at her green eyes, she couldn't help a small frown. "Please, as if you weren't feeling the same. I mean, you even had better odds than me, Emma."
"Truthfully, it wasn't that bad." Emma Stone said, sipping on her drink. "You have already won once a couple years back, Jessica. Don't be so greedy."
"Well, when you win once you kinda get addicted..." Jessica Chastain trailed off, drinking her own champagne as well.
Both red-haired ladies had competed in the Golden Globes, in the same category even; yet, they both lost. And to make matters worse, it wasn't to someone like Meryl Streep, which could grant them some excuse, like, 'Well, Meryl was also nominated after all, it wasn't really a contest...'; no, their loss was to freaking Patricia Arquette.
"Think it was because of family connections?" Asked Jessica. "Or was it just the 'Boyhood' hype that did us in?"
"C'mon, can't you just admit she was better than you?" Emma almost whined, which was funny in her slightly husky voice.
"If it was you or Meryl Streep, sure. But Arquette?" She made a dismissive huff. Emma decided not to press further and instead just walked to a table, Jessica following her.
Once seated the two continued to talk, commenting about the awards and the people at the ceremony, laughing and all-around being friends with each other. A nice way to get over their disappointment.
"So, where are them?" Emma asked.
"Who?"
"The winners, of course! I wanted to congratulate Julianne."
"Oh, they are probably at the victors' party." Jessica said, nonchalantly.
"Victors' party?" Emma asked, confused.
Jessica couldn't help but chuckle at her friend's cute confused stared. "Sorry, I forgot. There's this... secondary party for the winners. They are probably there already."
"Oh, I didn't know that." Emma said, perking up a bit.
"Of course you don't. It's very secretive." Jessica said in an exaggerated whisper, winking at her before they laughed together. "It's really fun. Don't worry, the way you are going you will get in soon."
"I don't know if you can be that sure..." Emma began, but Jessica quickly shut her up with a frown.
"Don't undervalue yourself, Emily. I mean, look at what you have accomplished so far: you are twice Golden Globe nominated, soon-to-be Oscar nominated in a couple days, shone in a comic book movie, was a Woody Allen lead... Seriously, there's no need to humble yourself like that!"
Emma blushed a bit, looking coy for a moment. "Thanks."
Jessica looked in surprise at her reaction for a moment, before her lips began to curve upwards in a smile before it turned more... malicious? Emma couldn't quite place it, but it made her feel a shiver run up her body.
And, strangely enough, she liked it.
"So, what do you think of making our own party?" Jessica said, still with her smirk on her face.
"Like, a losers' party?" Emma asked. She pursed her lips in thought. "Who knows, it could be fun."
"It surely will." Jessica downed her drink before getting up, turning to Emma. "I'm going to the bathroom. Come with me?" She asked, reaching out her hand for Emma's.
The younger redhead bit her lower lip slightly, considering the offer. She knew there was something more to just 'going to the bathroom', she could feel the atmosphere around the two and that
something
was amiss... Finally, she delicately placed her hand on Jessica's and got up with her.
The two walked hand in hand to the bathroom, walking through the crowd without paying attention. Once at the door, they entered together; Jessica, ahead of Emma, quickly saw the bathroom was seemingly empty as soon as she got inside.
"Perfect!"
She thought.
"So, Jess-"
Emma didn't get to finish; as soon as the door closed behind her, Jessica quickly turned around and moved into her. For the faintest of moments, their eyes met; green clashed with green for what felt like forever, though in truth was likely less than a second...
Then Jessica's mouth was pressed firmly against Emma's, their eyes closing as their lips moved together.