Her boys were idiots. The lot of them. It was like chasing after a pack of horny puppies all the time. No matter who she was around, the conversation eventually revolved back to sex. She could hang with them at anytime, but she was getting sick and tired of walking into one of them loving on some girl. It was irritating. Couldn't they keep their dicks in their pants for one minute? She'd just walked past one of Geoff's girls who'd given her the evil eye. Like Blo would really want to have sex with Geoff. He was cute and all, but the next time he cussed at her she was going to beat him with a body pillow. Until he cried for mercy, and bowed town to the greatness that was Blodeuwedd Sian Kincaid. Goddess of those tattooed and wild. A being that should be worshipped and taken care of at all times, but she already knew that wasn't going to happen.
Using her key (that she'd stolen and copied), she let herself into the dark flat. Removing her shoes, she put them by the door before taking off her jeans and revealing deep purple lacies. She was going to be comfortable, and if he had a problem with it, he could suck a stiffy. Setting a brown paper carryout bag on the counter. Absently and automatically, she began to take the required items for two plates. She'd hit up her favorite Chinese spot after the club, and was going to spend time with her friend, whether he liked it or not. Blo was awake, hungry, and in need of attention. Since her flirting game was seemingly non-existent, this was a safe place. Except for the bed. And maybe the couch. Even the kitchen counter. She was beginning to regret this idea. Did he have disinfectant spray? Maybe she should bleach the whole house.
She heard footsteps and ignored them, hearing the shower water turning on. Blo wanted to say something snarky, but she was too focused on making the plates precisely. Order was good right now. Everything in her life was so out of wack. After that ridiculous doctor appointment, she'd been stressing. Weed hadn't worked, working hadn't worked...It wasn't as if she felt like she could talk to anyone about it. It made her sad, and lonely and like usually, she hid it behind the smile of a goddamn clown. Right now, she just wanted to relax and be around someone who might not bother her about it. People were too damn perceptive. Why didn't people just go with the flow? Nosy windbags.
Hearing the sound of the shower turning off, Blo reached into the other bag and pulled out her olive branch distraction for breaking and entering. A bottle of Le Mystique, a french brandy that was laced with gold, and this enchantment that gave the whole body this tingly, euphoric sensation that wasn't addictive. Or so she'd heard. She heard footsteps then they stopped, and she held up the the bottle of expensive liquor. "And chinese food. So calm down." Peering over her shoulder, she peered at him. "And put some f*cking clothes on, your flavour of the hour just left. I don't want to see that shite." Blo used her wand to send the plates and liquor over to the living room table. She dug into the ice box, and pushed everything around.
"WHERE ARE MY JUICE BOXES, YOU ASSHOLE?"
