Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Golden Girls
Challenge/Prompt: femslash100 Drabble Tag 8: Golden Girls: Blanche/Dorothy - the rusty anchor - requested by madampresident and fffc Amnesty: 11.09: Unexpected
Word Count: 250
Date Written: 1 August 2017
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Dorothy looks up at the unexpected sound of applause echoing in the quiet barroom. “Blanche!” she cries in shock, suddenly extremely self-conscious of everything, from the way she’s dressed to how she’s laying on the grand piano.
“Honestly, Dorothy,” Blanche drawls impatiently, “did you think th’ owner would simply hand you ovah a key without a little persuasion?”
“I… I just told him I needed to practice alone if I was going to beat you tonight!”
“Dorothy Zbornak,” Blanche declares, one hand perching on her ample hip, “you’re not going to beat me! Nobody beats me at singin’ an’ entertainin’ mah boys, especially here at the Rusty Anchor!” She shrugs. “But th’ two o’ us goin’ at it together does put on a good show. Ah’m tellin’ ya: We could, an’ probably should, charge admission.”
Dorothy’s still blushing as Blanche sashays across the bar and hops up next to her on the piano. “Now why don’t we do what we’ve both been wantin’ to do evah since you started singin’ at mah place?”
“What’s that?” Dorothy asks, suddenly breathless, as Blanche slides closer.
“You’re not that naive!” Hooking one hand behind Dorothy’s neck and staring into her eyes, Blanche pulls her closer. “We both know what we want, an’ it’s pass time we got it. You can’t beat me, Dorothy, an’ you know what they say about not bein’ able to beat somebody.”
“If you can’t beat them, join them?”
Blanche almost purrs, “Precisely,” as she kisses her.