"Oh she's working again?" Senna asked as she padded into their tiny living room, wearing just an over-sized tshirt with a phrase she didn't know how to translate in French, towel drying her silvery blonde hair because she was tired and the drying charm never worked as well when she was exhausted. Their muggle TV that Rhey had convinced some wizard to set up for them was working again, the channel coming in a little fuzzy, but it was watchable at least. Senna always said the telly was as temperamental as the weather and she, the telly, decided when to take days off and just wouldn't work before blinking back into existence blaring the volume and scaring the shit out of the girls. As usual, Senna appreciated the uniqueness of her, the telly, but there were days when she just really watched to curl up with Rhey and an episode of the Golden Girls and didn't particularly want to have to cater to their temperamental television set.
Either way, their girl was back, for tonight at least.
Sen grabbed the edge of the blanket that Rhey was curled under and snuck in beside her on their saggy couch, wrapping her arms around her friend and snuggling as close as she could. It had been a long night, but thrilling in a very unexpected way and she could still see the light shimmering off the pool water in her mind's eye, could still feel the way the captain's hands had felt at her sides. She smiled secretly, biting her lip, watching with unseeing eyes the doc that Rhey had turned on.
Rhey had stayed at her folks' place later to spend a bit more time privately for her father's birthday so Sen had come back by herself, found herself with guitar in hand, penning lyrics that seemed to spark themselves into existence before she had showered, rinsing the chlorine from her hair. But she hadn't gotten a chance to tell her best friend what had happened earlier in the pool and she was very curious to what Rhey would think. "So," she started lightly, nonchalantly. "I made out with someone in your pool tonight."
@Rheya Hawkins
