06-12-2026, 11:58 PM
To say that Gia & Gina were having fun with their time in wrestling was an understatement.
Granted, the Glimmer Sisters tended to make a good time out of just about anything. It had practically become their M.O. by this point in their lives.
If there was ever a time when the twins weren't having fun? Well, that's when you knew something was seriously wrong.
If you asked them, that was just one of the reasons why they had pulled the stunt they did with Gina's trios contract. Frank Delatosso had gone from being a potentially decent guy to being just another stick in the mud thinking he had more power than he did, and don't even get the twins started on the likes of Amelia Nevado & La Pequena Luz. It didn't matter if they were both the squeaky clean goody two shoes girlies everyone criticized them for being or if one of them had finally gotten a bit of attitude and people hated her for it, the one thing that hadn't changed was the fact that they both took everything was too seriously.
Just like almost everyone else in SCW, which is why the twins were more than happy to look down on them all without a hint of remorse.
The problem was the fact that even with Amelia suddenly trying to pretend she was such a bad bitch and the precious couple clearly having some trouble in paradise, everyone was still calling the Light in the Darkness the undisputed best tag team in SCW today, which was an insult considering the best tag team that ever existed period was right in front of everyone's eyes all along and pulling it off without even trying so hard.
If you ask the Glimmers, they will tell you that is a fact. Not even the so called “GOATs” in Dark Fantasy could ever hope to compare, and the fact that Gina had beaten the only half of that team that ever mattered in the trios tournament was proof of that.
In fact, the twins could cite a long list of the so-called best in SCW that they had beaten in one form or another, all while having only really lost once (Gia's fatal fortunes loss didn't count as far as they were concerned and Deanna Frost had been running scared ever since because she knew she needed help to win that night). Who cared if Amelia & Luz had been tag team champions more times or longer? Who cared if they'd held tons of singles titles, and who cared if Amelia was the world champion (for now)?
The Glimmer Sisters had taken over SCW and no one could stop them.
Maybe that sounded like a serious case of overconfidence, but it kept the twins happy to have SCW as a place where they could still have fun. After all, they had once again owned David Striker, proven how insecure Colleen MacDonald was, still lived rent free in the head of Dexter Grant, but most important of all was being able to screw with Amelia & Luz while strutting around in lacy lingerie that really tested the line of what was and wasn't broadcast-legal.
If poor Sharper and Knots thought they got a front-row seat to the sexiest show SCW has ever seen when the twins planted their perfect peaches right in their faces on that commentary desk, then they would be having heart attacks at what the Glimmers had planned for Taking Hold of the Flame. After all, Amelia & Luz were going to be humbled on their terms, and Gia & Gina were going to make sure all of them looked hot as hell while doing it.
Gia: Seriously, of all the women in SCW who could come anywhere close to giving us a run for our money, it had to be a pair of goody two shoes who are so pure and modest and probably afraid of their own bodies I'd put money on them not even fucking each other until they got married first.
Gina: At least without resorting to plastic surgery to pretend they've got the goods. The next closest would probably be Slutty Syren, but we both know those tits are stuffed with silicone.
Gia: No wonder she had no problem teasing people before she got all “serious” like everybody else. It's easy to be confident when your boobs are big enough to be weapons, but only real women with the real gift of curves can have real confidence in themselves.
Gina: Makes me sad the likes of Amelia & Luz never grew up in places to really appreciate what they have... good thing they have us to help them embrace the joys of big boobs and ample asses.
The twins couldn't help but laugh as they bumped hips while moving around their trailer. It was probably no surprise that Cirque du Sins had wasted no time in setting itself up in Sin City, and it couldn't be argued that they were pulling in the kind of cash flow that was usually reserved for their biggest events like the 4th of July Carnalval. It also made up for the fact that they had tried to do a show in D.C. before the Glimmers got to embrace lace and lewdness to tempt and have fun with the Light in the Darkness, but they had been denied by authorities because politics are a bitch and the old men who think they're all-powerful because they're hoarding wealth were better off dead, especially when they couldn't even get it up anymore to make being rich a brag that actually worked.
If anything, distracting themselves with the sexy fun they were going to have on the horizon to prove the era of SCW being a place where people took the wrestling business way too seriously helped a lot to ignore something else that had been weighing on their minds lately.
Their sinful circus family could tell that something had been off for weeks now, but Gia & Gina refused to open up to anybody, not even during their favorite activities whenever anybody was in the mood. They just kept smiling and insisting that everything was alright, and Lucian had been more than happy to leave it at that so long as they were still killing it in their performances (which they were). The best anybody could figure was that it was something private and that's why the twins were safeguarding it like their lives depended on it, and no one really had the right to pry if that were the case.
As for whether or not they were having fun? Outside of SCW since it worked wonders as a distraction, no one could really seem to know for sure if performing their hot asses off or screwing their fellow freaks was actually providing that rush of excitement and joy while their minds were clearly preoccupied with something. To some degree, it had people walking on eggshells around the Glimmers, but despite something feeling off, the twins were trying to act like everything was still alright and going about their days like normal.
No one knew if that was supposed to put them at ease or not.
They were currently preoccupying themselves with “preparation” for their Lingerie Showdown. By preparation, I mean strutting around their trailer butt naked (as they so often did so nothing unusual there) while watching matches for the Light in the Darkness. Normally, you'd expect them to be studying their opponents, considering this is probably the biggest match they've had yet and against the team that so many people still claim is superior to them, but this is the Glimmer Sisters... they know they've already got this match won, so they're studying relates to something else entirely.
Gia: Seriously, I don't know why Luz insists on calling herself “little.” Yeah, she's shorter than us, but those tits? That ass? That's as far away from “little” as you get, and it barely weighs her down! If she had a couple more inches there or maybe one more cup size, you'd swear she was a long lost Latina Glimmer!
Gina: And Amelia? She really should thank us for getting her out of that stupid singlet because that girl is just as stacked up top. And did you see the size of her ass while she was squatting on Chris's back for that camel clutch? She's giving us a run for our money trying to crush people with all that cake!
Gia: I think that Billy kid who unfortunately spawned from the loins of James's old manager was onto something with all that talk of Amelia's ass. Makes me a little envious he got a feel for it last year... might have to introduce my hand to those cheeks on Sunday to see for myself.
Gina: Her and Luz both. We really did make the right choice strutting our asses out there and enjoying the show. They both gave us quite an eyeful while standing on the apron... they're going to thank us once we show them how fun it is to be free and flaunt your goods for the world.
Gia: Gia & Gina Glimmer, certified sexy time therapists and marriage counselors!
Gina: I wouldn't go that far, unless this really patches things up between them. Then maybe we should bill them.
Gia: Even if they somehow get their shit together, by then it'll be too late. They can comfort one another in the back and thank us later, we can cancel that stupid ass battle royal and spend the rest of the show throwing a Vegas-style party in the ring because let's face it: no one in that thing would even have a hope in hell of taking the world title from us, and if they think otherwise, they're just delusional fucks who need to lighten up and get a clue!
Gia laughs that grating, haughty laugh of hers, kind of punctuating her point as she lightly slaps the TV screen when it brings up what would probably be the closest angle they've seen yet to make it seem like she just spanked Amelia's ass. She opens the door to their trailer and literally cartwheels out onto the makeshift circus grounds of where Cirque du Sins has set up shop in an otherwise empty lot allotted to them by the city of Las Vegas. Gina just chuckles and grins at her twin's enthusiasm as she does a similar light slap to the TV, except replace Amelia's ass with Luz's as the image in question before she saunters out and closes the door behind her.
Should the twins get in trouble for public indecency considering they're within city limits and baring it all without a care in the world? Probably, but Cirque du Sins has always been pretty good about effectively skirting the law at least within the limits of whatever area they set up shop in because it's “all part of the business.” The fact that Las Vegas is known as Sin City for good reason and it's the perfect site to play host to the greatest match in SCW history probably helps, because who in their right mind is going to deny the Glimmers their freedom to flaunt it all before they they do have to wear something, with that something being potentially their hottest lingerie yet?
Gia: By the way Gina, that one little line you slipped into that contract before you turned it in? Fucking priceless!
Gina: Which one? Pretty sure every rule and stipulation I put in that thing is causing so many heart attacks on the corporate level that poor Franky will finally realize he needs to get laid like yesterday.
Gia: I'm talking about the one about whoever scores the fall wins the world title! Can you imagine if those two sluts-to-be actually win-
Gina: Which they won't, but keep going.
Gia: -and Luz scores the fall? I think I might actually die and go to heaven at Amelia's precious world title reign she's so stressed and worked up over ending by her partner's hands!
Gina: Please sis... we all know we're both too hot for heaven and all those Bible humpers would lose their faith in god or Jesus or whatever if we made our way up there.
Gia: OK, in this hypothetical scenario where the impossible happens, how long do you think it'll take before Amelia bitch chokes her wife out and calls for a divorce right in the middle of the ring?
Gina: Not that it's going to happen because we've stacked the deck so much in our favor there's no way in hell the house of sin and lust is losing, not in this city baby, but if she does do that? We kick her ass out of there and show big mami Luz that there's plenty of other smokin' hot fish in the sea.
Gia: My only question is... what happens if we win?
Gina stops and raises an eyebrow at her twin.
Gina: What do you mean?
Gia: I mean... by the wording you used just to further fuck with those two very fuckable fuckwits, only one of us can be world champion.
Gina: Come on Gia, do you really think I didn't think about that? Let's be honest-
Gia: Don't you mean “lesbi-honest”?
Gina: That goes without saying sis.
Gina just laughs and licks her lips in a manner that would have anybody, especially another woman given the context, ripping their pants off and begging for that tongue to be put to very good use ASAP.
Gina: Look, we both know that even if Amelia & Luz are just as sexy and stacked as we are, there's no fucking way we're losing the first part of this game. Letting Luz keep her dumb little tradition because she's afraid people will probably be all over her and push Amelia aside if they see whatever good looks she's hiding under that mask, the fact that they're both so “pure” and “innocent” that they've been trying to find a way out of this for weeks, taking the fans out of the equation so there's no risk of those purist smarks out there actually coming out of their basements for a change and trying to screw us over... we're going into the actual match with every edge we could ever imagine, hands down.
Gina puts her hands on her twin's shoulders, grinning at her in the way a cat grins at a bird before it goes to gulp it down.
Gina: There's nothing stopping us from taking one of them out and then pinning the other together, making a real show of it while the other person can only watch.
Gina's hands begin slowly trailing down Gia's body, caressing her twin's breasts.
Gina: And even if we can't... you think SCW can tell us apart? They can say only Gia or only Gina is champion all they want... they'll never know who's in the ring defending it.
Gina's hands begin trailing even lower as Gia grins and feels herself getting into the steamy scene.
Gina: The world title is ours Gia... and there won't be a single fucking thing anyone can do about it. SCW is about to change for the better, and we'll be the head bitches in charge forcing everyone else to accept that if they want to set themselves up to fail against us...
Gia: ...then they'll have to play by our rules. Fuck sis, you're turning me on right now with all this talk of how we're fucking goddesses with all of SCW in the palms of our hands. Or maybe even our-
Angel: Gotta admit, I don't think I've seen you two sluts this openly slutty all over each other before. I'd probably be harder than a guy who swallowed a literal boatload of Viagra if tits and cunts actually interested me.
Gia & Gina's heated moment immediately ices over at the familiar smug voice inserting itself into their questionable dirty talk. Whether or not the twins were actually going to lose themselves to the ultimate forbidden act or if it was all a tease like they love weaving into their acts as a means of really destroying as many pairs of underwear as humanly possible is irrelevant now. They don't part from the intimate embrace they're in while still being completely naked in broad daylight, but they do slowly turn their heads to lock eyes with Angel. Judging by the grin he's giving them and how confident and relaxed he looks, it's safe to say he's actually feeling more like himself than he has since coming back to the circus, but that knowledge doesn't change the way the Glimmers are glaring at him.
Angel: What? Are you bitches going to get all pissy with me now because I killed the moment? I don't care if you actually fuck each other or not because we all know everyone out there is lying to themselves about not being aroused by the thought. Pretty sure we could look through anybody's browser history and dig up that kind of porn buried nice and deep-
Gina: You can shut up and go away now.
Gia: Seriously, leave us alone Anthony.
Angel: Hmm... tempting thought, but I think I'll pass... Sara and Sandra.
Angel's grin grows even more smug, but it doesn't last long before the Glimmers finally pull apart from each other and grab him by the bra covering the drag queen's fake tits, pulling him close as his grin fades at the sight of the twins actually looking like they want to murder him right then and there.
Gia: You do not say those names out loud!
Gina: Seriously, forget you ever heard Vincent say that shit right now!
Angel: Oh, and I'm supposed to accept when you both call me Anthony? Turnabout's fair play, cunts.
The Glimmers shove Angel to the ground as they loom over him, seething with rage. As they see him look up at them, a bit of fear actually creeping into his eyes now, they finally snap out of it and start to back away.
Gina: Fuck...
Gia: No... no, we're not...
Angel breathes a sigh of relief as he pulls himself back up, looking a little remorseful now.
Angel: Look... that was probably pretty fucked up of me to do, I admit that. But you know how I feel now whenever you guys call me by a name I willingly left behind a long time ago. Far as I'm concerned, Anthony's dead, and I can only assume Sara and Sandra are as well if those names actually mean something to the two of you the way I think they do. I'm sorry, and I'll drop it if you do the same.
Glimmers: ...that's fair.
Angel can't help but scoff in a bit of amusement at the twins looking at each other before replying in unison.
Angel: For real though? If you want to talk about it, I'm all ears. You know I'm not great at all this “feelings” bullshit, but I'm also running from my past and would probably be the best guy to understand-
Gia: We'll think about it.
Gina: Especially since we need to figure out where you even stand with us anymore.
The Glimmers both turned and sauntered their sexy asses towards the trailer that cooked for everyone, looking to try and fuel up before they got back to their devious and delightful scheming. Angel watched them go, feeling hurt by the harsh remark but he sighed in understanding. He had a feeling Gia & Gina had caught on to something he'd been trying to hide, as much as he really didn't want to be doing it at all, and if they had... they had every right to not be trustful of him anymore.
And maybe, in his mind, that was for the best.
Granted, the Glimmer Sisters tended to make a good time out of just about anything. It had practically become their M.O. by this point in their lives.
If there was ever a time when the twins weren't having fun? Well, that's when you knew something was seriously wrong.
If you asked them, that was just one of the reasons why they had pulled the stunt they did with Gina's trios contract. Frank Delatosso had gone from being a potentially decent guy to being just another stick in the mud thinking he had more power than he did, and don't even get the twins started on the likes of Amelia Nevado & La Pequena Luz. It didn't matter if they were both the squeaky clean goody two shoes girlies everyone criticized them for being or if one of them had finally gotten a bit of attitude and people hated her for it, the one thing that hadn't changed was the fact that they both took everything was too seriously.
Just like almost everyone else in SCW, which is why the twins were more than happy to look down on them all without a hint of remorse.
The problem was the fact that even with Amelia suddenly trying to pretend she was such a bad bitch and the precious couple clearly having some trouble in paradise, everyone was still calling the Light in the Darkness the undisputed best tag team in SCW today, which was an insult considering the best tag team that ever existed period was right in front of everyone's eyes all along and pulling it off without even trying so hard.
If you ask the Glimmers, they will tell you that is a fact. Not even the so called “GOATs” in Dark Fantasy could ever hope to compare, and the fact that Gina had beaten the only half of that team that ever mattered in the trios tournament was proof of that.
In fact, the twins could cite a long list of the so-called best in SCW that they had beaten in one form or another, all while having only really lost once (Gia's fatal fortunes loss didn't count as far as they were concerned and Deanna Frost had been running scared ever since because she knew she needed help to win that night). Who cared if Amelia & Luz had been tag team champions more times or longer? Who cared if they'd held tons of singles titles, and who cared if Amelia was the world champion (for now)?
The Glimmer Sisters had taken over SCW and no one could stop them.
Maybe that sounded like a serious case of overconfidence, but it kept the twins happy to have SCW as a place where they could still have fun. After all, they had once again owned David Striker, proven how insecure Colleen MacDonald was, still lived rent free in the head of Dexter Grant, but most important of all was being able to screw with Amelia & Luz while strutting around in lacy lingerie that really tested the line of what was and wasn't broadcast-legal.
If poor Sharper and Knots thought they got a front-row seat to the sexiest show SCW has ever seen when the twins planted their perfect peaches right in their faces on that commentary desk, then they would be having heart attacks at what the Glimmers had planned for Taking Hold of the Flame. After all, Amelia & Luz were going to be humbled on their terms, and Gia & Gina were going to make sure all of them looked hot as hell while doing it.
Gia: Seriously, of all the women in SCW who could come anywhere close to giving us a run for our money, it had to be a pair of goody two shoes who are so pure and modest and probably afraid of their own bodies I'd put money on them not even fucking each other until they got married first.
Gina: At least without resorting to plastic surgery to pretend they've got the goods. The next closest would probably be Slutty Syren, but we both know those tits are stuffed with silicone.
Gia: No wonder she had no problem teasing people before she got all “serious” like everybody else. It's easy to be confident when your boobs are big enough to be weapons, but only real women with the real gift of curves can have real confidence in themselves.
Gina: Makes me sad the likes of Amelia & Luz never grew up in places to really appreciate what they have... good thing they have us to help them embrace the joys of big boobs and ample asses.
The twins couldn't help but laugh as they bumped hips while moving around their trailer. It was probably no surprise that Cirque du Sins had wasted no time in setting itself up in Sin City, and it couldn't be argued that they were pulling in the kind of cash flow that was usually reserved for their biggest events like the 4th of July Carnalval. It also made up for the fact that they had tried to do a show in D.C. before the Glimmers got to embrace lace and lewdness to tempt and have fun with the Light in the Darkness, but they had been denied by authorities because politics are a bitch and the old men who think they're all-powerful because they're hoarding wealth were better off dead, especially when they couldn't even get it up anymore to make being rich a brag that actually worked.
If anything, distracting themselves with the sexy fun they were going to have on the horizon to prove the era of SCW being a place where people took the wrestling business way too seriously helped a lot to ignore something else that had been weighing on their minds lately.
Their sinful circus family could tell that something had been off for weeks now, but Gia & Gina refused to open up to anybody, not even during their favorite activities whenever anybody was in the mood. They just kept smiling and insisting that everything was alright, and Lucian had been more than happy to leave it at that so long as they were still killing it in their performances (which they were). The best anybody could figure was that it was something private and that's why the twins were safeguarding it like their lives depended on it, and no one really had the right to pry if that were the case.
As for whether or not they were having fun? Outside of SCW since it worked wonders as a distraction, no one could really seem to know for sure if performing their hot asses off or screwing their fellow freaks was actually providing that rush of excitement and joy while their minds were clearly preoccupied with something. To some degree, it had people walking on eggshells around the Glimmers, but despite something feeling off, the twins were trying to act like everything was still alright and going about their days like normal.
No one knew if that was supposed to put them at ease or not.
They were currently preoccupying themselves with “preparation” for their Lingerie Showdown. By preparation, I mean strutting around their trailer butt naked (as they so often did so nothing unusual there) while watching matches for the Light in the Darkness. Normally, you'd expect them to be studying their opponents, considering this is probably the biggest match they've had yet and against the team that so many people still claim is superior to them, but this is the Glimmer Sisters... they know they've already got this match won, so they're studying relates to something else entirely.
Gia: Seriously, I don't know why Luz insists on calling herself “little.” Yeah, she's shorter than us, but those tits? That ass? That's as far away from “little” as you get, and it barely weighs her down! If she had a couple more inches there or maybe one more cup size, you'd swear she was a long lost Latina Glimmer!
Gina: And Amelia? She really should thank us for getting her out of that stupid singlet because that girl is just as stacked up top. And did you see the size of her ass while she was squatting on Chris's back for that camel clutch? She's giving us a run for our money trying to crush people with all that cake!
Gia: I think that Billy kid who unfortunately spawned from the loins of James's old manager was onto something with all that talk of Amelia's ass. Makes me a little envious he got a feel for it last year... might have to introduce my hand to those cheeks on Sunday to see for myself.
Gina: Her and Luz both. We really did make the right choice strutting our asses out there and enjoying the show. They both gave us quite an eyeful while standing on the apron... they're going to thank us once we show them how fun it is to be free and flaunt your goods for the world.
Gia: Gia & Gina Glimmer, certified sexy time therapists and marriage counselors!
Gina: I wouldn't go that far, unless this really patches things up between them. Then maybe we should bill them.
Gia: Even if they somehow get their shit together, by then it'll be too late. They can comfort one another in the back and thank us later, we can cancel that stupid ass battle royal and spend the rest of the show throwing a Vegas-style party in the ring because let's face it: no one in that thing would even have a hope in hell of taking the world title from us, and if they think otherwise, they're just delusional fucks who need to lighten up and get a clue!
Gia laughs that grating, haughty laugh of hers, kind of punctuating her point as she lightly slaps the TV screen when it brings up what would probably be the closest angle they've seen yet to make it seem like she just spanked Amelia's ass. She opens the door to their trailer and literally cartwheels out onto the makeshift circus grounds of where Cirque du Sins has set up shop in an otherwise empty lot allotted to them by the city of Las Vegas. Gina just chuckles and grins at her twin's enthusiasm as she does a similar light slap to the TV, except replace Amelia's ass with Luz's as the image in question before she saunters out and closes the door behind her.
Should the twins get in trouble for public indecency considering they're within city limits and baring it all without a care in the world? Probably, but Cirque du Sins has always been pretty good about effectively skirting the law at least within the limits of whatever area they set up shop in because it's “all part of the business.” The fact that Las Vegas is known as Sin City for good reason and it's the perfect site to play host to the greatest match in SCW history probably helps, because who in their right mind is going to deny the Glimmers their freedom to flaunt it all before they they do have to wear something, with that something being potentially their hottest lingerie yet?
Gia: By the way Gina, that one little line you slipped into that contract before you turned it in? Fucking priceless!
Gina: Which one? Pretty sure every rule and stipulation I put in that thing is causing so many heart attacks on the corporate level that poor Franky will finally realize he needs to get laid like yesterday.
Gia: I'm talking about the one about whoever scores the fall wins the world title! Can you imagine if those two sluts-to-be actually win-
Gina: Which they won't, but keep going.
Gia: -and Luz scores the fall? I think I might actually die and go to heaven at Amelia's precious world title reign she's so stressed and worked up over ending by her partner's hands!
Gina: Please sis... we all know we're both too hot for heaven and all those Bible humpers would lose their faith in god or Jesus or whatever if we made our way up there.
Gia: OK, in this hypothetical scenario where the impossible happens, how long do you think it'll take before Amelia bitch chokes her wife out and calls for a divorce right in the middle of the ring?
Gina: Not that it's going to happen because we've stacked the deck so much in our favor there's no way in hell the house of sin and lust is losing, not in this city baby, but if she does do that? We kick her ass out of there and show big mami Luz that there's plenty of other smokin' hot fish in the sea.
Gia: My only question is... what happens if we win?
Gina stops and raises an eyebrow at her twin.
Gina: What do you mean?
Gia: I mean... by the wording you used just to further fuck with those two very fuckable fuckwits, only one of us can be world champion.
Gina: Come on Gia, do you really think I didn't think about that? Let's be honest-
Gia: Don't you mean “lesbi-honest”?
Gina: That goes without saying sis.
Gina just laughs and licks her lips in a manner that would have anybody, especially another woman given the context, ripping their pants off and begging for that tongue to be put to very good use ASAP.
Gina: Look, we both know that even if Amelia & Luz are just as sexy and stacked as we are, there's no fucking way we're losing the first part of this game. Letting Luz keep her dumb little tradition because she's afraid people will probably be all over her and push Amelia aside if they see whatever good looks she's hiding under that mask, the fact that they're both so “pure” and “innocent” that they've been trying to find a way out of this for weeks, taking the fans out of the equation so there's no risk of those purist smarks out there actually coming out of their basements for a change and trying to screw us over... we're going into the actual match with every edge we could ever imagine, hands down.
Gina puts her hands on her twin's shoulders, grinning at her in the way a cat grins at a bird before it goes to gulp it down.
Gina: There's nothing stopping us from taking one of them out and then pinning the other together, making a real show of it while the other person can only watch.
Gina's hands begin slowly trailing down Gia's body, caressing her twin's breasts.
Gina: And even if we can't... you think SCW can tell us apart? They can say only Gia or only Gina is champion all they want... they'll never know who's in the ring defending it.
Gina's hands begin trailing even lower as Gia grins and feels herself getting into the steamy scene.
Gina: The world title is ours Gia... and there won't be a single fucking thing anyone can do about it. SCW is about to change for the better, and we'll be the head bitches in charge forcing everyone else to accept that if they want to set themselves up to fail against us...
Gia: ...then they'll have to play by our rules. Fuck sis, you're turning me on right now with all this talk of how we're fucking goddesses with all of SCW in the palms of our hands. Or maybe even our-
Angel: Gotta admit, I don't think I've seen you two sluts this openly slutty all over each other before. I'd probably be harder than a guy who swallowed a literal boatload of Viagra if tits and cunts actually interested me.
Gia & Gina's heated moment immediately ices over at the familiar smug voice inserting itself into their questionable dirty talk. Whether or not the twins were actually going to lose themselves to the ultimate forbidden act or if it was all a tease like they love weaving into their acts as a means of really destroying as many pairs of underwear as humanly possible is irrelevant now. They don't part from the intimate embrace they're in while still being completely naked in broad daylight, but they do slowly turn their heads to lock eyes with Angel. Judging by the grin he's giving them and how confident and relaxed he looks, it's safe to say he's actually feeling more like himself than he has since coming back to the circus, but that knowledge doesn't change the way the Glimmers are glaring at him.
Angel: What? Are you bitches going to get all pissy with me now because I killed the moment? I don't care if you actually fuck each other or not because we all know everyone out there is lying to themselves about not being aroused by the thought. Pretty sure we could look through anybody's browser history and dig up that kind of porn buried nice and deep-
Gina: You can shut up and go away now.
Gia: Seriously, leave us alone Anthony.
Angel: Hmm... tempting thought, but I think I'll pass... Sara and Sandra.
Angel's grin grows even more smug, but it doesn't last long before the Glimmers finally pull apart from each other and grab him by the bra covering the drag queen's fake tits, pulling him close as his grin fades at the sight of the twins actually looking like they want to murder him right then and there.
Gia: You do not say those names out loud!
Gina: Seriously, forget you ever heard Vincent say that shit right now!
Angel: Oh, and I'm supposed to accept when you both call me Anthony? Turnabout's fair play, cunts.
The Glimmers shove Angel to the ground as they loom over him, seething with rage. As they see him look up at them, a bit of fear actually creeping into his eyes now, they finally snap out of it and start to back away.
Gina: Fuck...
Gia: No... no, we're not...
Angel breathes a sigh of relief as he pulls himself back up, looking a little remorseful now.
Angel: Look... that was probably pretty fucked up of me to do, I admit that. But you know how I feel now whenever you guys call me by a name I willingly left behind a long time ago. Far as I'm concerned, Anthony's dead, and I can only assume Sara and Sandra are as well if those names actually mean something to the two of you the way I think they do. I'm sorry, and I'll drop it if you do the same.
Glimmers: ...that's fair.
Angel can't help but scoff in a bit of amusement at the twins looking at each other before replying in unison.
Angel: For real though? If you want to talk about it, I'm all ears. You know I'm not great at all this “feelings” bullshit, but I'm also running from my past and would probably be the best guy to understand-
Gia: We'll think about it.
Gina: Especially since we need to figure out where you even stand with us anymore.
The Glimmers both turned and sauntered their sexy asses towards the trailer that cooked for everyone, looking to try and fuel up before they got back to their devious and delightful scheming. Angel watched them go, feeling hurt by the harsh remark but he sighed in understanding. He had a feeling Gia & Gina had caught on to something he'd been trying to hide, as much as he really didn't want to be doing it at all, and if they had... they had every right to not be trustful of him anymore.
And maybe, in his mind, that was for the best.