Liberty's Sparkle (9)

   "Liberty's Sparkle (9)"
   
   Liberty and Faye were in Liberty's apartment, throwing back some light-girl lager and sneaking in a few puffs from organic coffin nails--the sizzle of tobacco and blitz of alcohol so American.
   Faye was recanting some storytelling bullshit; specifically, two young women just playing pool without the sticks and balls, talking the volleyball locker room sorority of secret sisterhood, and still, females want guys to trust them, when for the guy--it's all hanging out right in front of you, mostly.
   "Balance!?!"  Yup, Faye was shouting:  "What hogwash!  I was like, what are you, a freaking Buddhist?  You're just my damn dentist.  I'll floss once a week.  Not to sound like a werewolf movie, but I like a little gristle in my teeth, sucking down the day's old Colonel Sanders and feeling the angry chickens giving me an extra zap of protein."
   Next, Spanky made his presence known. sniffing Faye's t-shirt, a raven black solid with quasi-graffiti tattooed across the breast area, highlighting her little cupcakes, yet so young and perky, as most girls of that age had some buxom spirit, even if not layered like an implanted tramp from the spiritually wrong side of the toxic tracks.
   The girls continued to laugh and beautifully bond, Liberty not remembering when she had laughed such gut-busting giggles, and it healed the solitude of personal sanctuary that the girl with freedom's name had defensively structured around herself.  Laughing--it gives you life.  And remembering, Liberty added to the cool conversation:  "As King Solomon said--a merry heart doeth like good medicine."