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Tassy pretended not to notice the stares she was garnering from Les as she moderately got dressed and instead just nodded at his response. Whether or not he stayed didn't really matter to her, especially considering that she'd just be doing the same thing with or without him being there. It could have been viewed as sad but she wouldn't allow it. She did allow herself a peek as the taller male got dressed and felt the slight stirrings of disappointment when she saw him slip on his pants and button up shirt. Considering even a third of the things the two do and just did with each other, she would think he knew she didn't exactly give two hoots about the state of his dress, or undress. Besides, she wasn't exactly shy about her own body so why would she care how others flaunted themselves. A soft scoff escaped her as Les grinned and answered that he had given back the small articles of clothing that managed to stick or snag upon his own clothes. "Eventually." Tassy shot back with her own grin on her face as she walked towards him. Grabbing two fistfuls of his shirt she pulled him down to meet her lips on a head-on collision which lasted for about five seconds before she lightly pushed him away with a wink. "Down boy! There'll be plenty of time for that later." She gave a laugh before she exited the bedroom heading towards the kitchen and taking out the medium sized container of the barely day old pasta. Just as she had set the pan down on the counter she felt a brush of fur against her bare ankles and saw Kiki had returned from wherever she usually roamed and decided that she needed attention. Giving a soft affectionate coo she squatted and scratched underneath the spotted cat's chin before rising back up to set the temperature on her oven and slide the lasagna right in. She may not be the culinary whiz that her mother was but nor was she the complete disaster that is her baby sister. She was sure everyone in their family had breathed a sigh of relief when they found out she had a significant other that could cook. And not just cook, bake! The best kind of cooking! Suddenly feeling a tugging of her sweet tooth, Tassy wondered if she still had those shortbread cookies for after dinner and resolved to look for them later. At the moment, she decided to at least boil water for some tea (because although she enjoyed her liquor as much as the next person, there was never a really good follow up to rum) and rummaged through her cupboards for two mix-matched teacups and gave a huff when she realized that her tea was up near the top. Dammit, she knew she should have watched Loki when he volunteered to help her put up groceries the moderately tall b***h. With a gusty sigh and ignoring the curious meow of her cat, Tassy climbed upon her counter on her knees to reach for her tea bags not knowing or caring at how odd it may have looked.

Tassy shot a glare towards Les at his smart a** comment about a stepladder as she stretched her arm up higher to reach her box of tea. She supposed she should be happy that her d**k of a brother hadn't put her coffee up this high or else she might have actually traveled all the way to his flat to put her foot up his a**. "I have a stepladder you b*****d, I just don't really remember where I stored it." she finished in a petulant murmur hoping that he wouldn't understand. She knew that it wasn't in the laundry closet because she didn't usually need it in there and there was no place to really store it in the kitchen so it either had to be in Tanna's bedroom or downstairs. Both of which seemed too far away to travel to just to get tea which was right ruddy there! Making an "aha!" sound, she finally wrapped her hand around the tea giving the box a jubilant shake as if to remind it who was the dominant species in the house. At her friend's next comment instead of another glare Tassy shot him a sugary sweet obviously fake smile. "Oh, you mean like Chalmes?" she asked in sweet innocence. Although Les was pretty tall himself, their mutual friend almost seemed to dwarf him with not only a handful of inches but also a bulk of muscle. And if he managed to dwarf a man who was nearly six feet tall, she was practically a hobbit compared to the both of them! Just then a sharp piercing whistle sounded in the kitchen alerting her to the boiling kettle on her stove. Catching his playfulness, she threw tea box towards his bald head knowing he'd most likely catch it. "Make yourself useful and fix us some tea, jerk." Tassy told him turning around on her counter until she was seated instead of kneeling and leaned back against her cupboards to watch with a small grin.

Tassy snorted at Les's dig about her stepladder thinking that if she even had the space for this miraculous room she was sure that she'd keep all the shelves at least at eye level. Duh. "With all the time you spend here I'm sure you would've found it by now and drank me outta house and home." she told him with a knowing look. It was one of the main reasons sne had only told him about her mother's hotel business but not her father's pub. The last thing she needed was that fool randomly popping into Scotland to get his jollies with her Da and his aged scotch. She decided to ignore his quips about Chalmes, her height (or lack thereof), and about throwing things at people in order to do the adult thing and merely stick her tongue out at the bald man. Then she remembered how kinky he could truly be and quickly withdrew it back into her mouth. She did manage to snicker at his dramatics about his father but she knew his feelings about him were anything but humorous. It was on their list of things not to talk about, it was pretty much at the top right before her feelings about the future. Luckily he hadn't learned the hard way like Jerry. Poor sorry slow Jerry. Tassy was knocked out of her thoughts by her cup being present to her with nothing more than hot water and a tea bag stewing in it and rolled her eyes at how non-presumptuous Les was being. Like making one cup of tea was the equivalent of tying the knot. Granted she probably would have done the same thing even though she knew how he liked his sissy tea but whatever. She grabbed two sugar cubes, one to stir into her tea and one to pop into her mouth to enjoy. She began to lightly kick her feet in the air as she suckled and watched as Les created his concoction and scoffed at all that he put into his teacup. "Do you want any tea with all that sugar? And milk?! Ugh..." she scrunched up her nose at the sight of the milk. Gods it was nasty what Brits did to their tea. Like seriously, what was the point of milk in tea?! If it was that sweet milk or even creamer like what you would put into coffee great but honest to goodness straight from the dairy milk!? Ew.

Tassy fluttered her eyelashes towards her friend and made her eyes wide to give the universal "Who? Me?" look at his words. Which were technically true. She knew he replaced the bottles he and most of the time she drank with either the same or better bottles of what she originally had. She had tried to get mad at him and tell him off for doing so but was almost like talking to a brick wall. No, brick walls don't use that much sarcasm. It was almost like talking to the toilet with the amount of s**t he managed to produce. But she let him have it, what was there to get mad about? They drank, he paid, they drank some more. There were plenty of other things to be annoyed by. Like being told that her personality was "caustic." That could certainly rub someone the wrong way. "Then I must like mine strong just so I can have the energy to put up with you." she responded back to him with an overly exaggerated sniff of derision. She had just raised her cup to her lips for a sip when Les came and placed himself in front of her practically blocking her back on the counter with his stupid smirk of his. b***h. But two could play this game, and luckily for him this was a game Tassy was very well acquainted with. She put down her cup outside of his hands and gave him a small but radiating smile before she used both hands to bring his face closer to hers. Her lips trailed past his own, over his cheek, and to his ear where she whispered, "Se nan chimen jennen yo kenbe chwal malen." with some of her Haitian accent rolling out with her words. She then removed her hands and braced them on the counter while she extended both her legs outward to push him just far enough away so she could jump down but not without giving a patronizing wink as she went over to the oven to check on the food. The ball was in his court now.

Tassy wanted to cackle at the reaction she garnered from Les with her little tease that she had just did, but held it in if only for the sake of continuing the game. She had been happy he hadn't pressed more or actually tried to use his strength to keep her trapped on the counter because as much as she liked to pretend that she could do harm, she was pretty sure he held back in most if not all of their mock fights. Not that their fights were actual physical fights, just that they were physical. Very physical. But that wasn't the point at the moment, right now it was his turn to make a move and he had a wide berth of things to choose from, or so she thought. She had been prepared for numerous retaliations from the man but none of them featured a retreat like what he had just done. She forced her jaw not to drop as she watched him take the opened bottle of rum as well as his teacup and go and sit on her couch like he was the ruddy Queen of Sheba. Or King. Whatever! Had he really just given up or was this just a ploy for her to let her guard down, she couldn't know. As annoying and sometimes (all the time) thoughtless Les could be, he was still ultimately a Slytherin. And if what both her sisters told her about that particular school house then she'd bet her Doc Martens that something was afoot. A smirk tugged at Tassy's lips as she opened the oven to see that the lasagna had heated and pulled the hot pan out. Make no mistake she was still annoyed, pissed even at this turn of events but there wasn't anything she could do without either looking like a complete slag or a petulant child. Just because she knew the move didn't mean she knew the outcome and egads did that make her want to throw something at him! But instead she mumbled to herself in her two primary languages, Scottish and Haitian, the ten ways best used to remove a stain as she pulled out two plates and cutlery for the both of them to enjoy the small meal. She cut herself a sizable piece of pasta telling herself she'd work off the empty calories either at the gym or another tryst in the bedroom before giving in to her baser want and threw a pen towards Les' annoying smug bald head. "Oi, I'm not your maid, come and get your own damn food!" Tassy scolded him before walking into the living room and dropping herself unceremoniously onto the other side of the couch and taking a forkful of pasta making sure to slowly extract the fork through her closed lips.

Tassy whistled low as he ducked to avoid her pen and dramatically snapped in disappointment as she failed to hit her target. She repeated his words in a mocking tone rolling her eyes as she did so. Who was he, her Da? "It may not be 'nice' but it sure is stress relieving." she retorted taking another bite of her meal. She watched as he got up to get his own portion semi-thankful he didn't just magic himself a plate. She wouldn't have been mad...ok, she wouldn't have been very mad if he had, but she liked that Les had a small piece of mind to be mindful around herself and Chalmes about his magic. It's not like she hated when he did actually use it, sometimes she rather liked when he did because it made things a hundred times easier and a thousand times faster so they could move on to other fun things, like her moderate high standing in their video game racket. She may not have grown up with video games but she liked to think herself a fast learner, and the games that they ended up playing weren't that terribly difficult. Mainly either point and shoot games or the occasional battles. It was usually in the battle games that she allowed the little s**t that lived within her to reign supreme. Tassy was brought out of her thoughts by her friend's return and only gave a small snort of amusement at his placement on the couch and his expression. When he actually began to talk about hiring a maid she let out a desperate sigh and got ready for whatever was about to come her way. At his assessment that she'd be "too prickly" at the job she gave an audible intake of breath and placed her hand over her chest as if in pain. "You wound me, honest and truly." she told him with a pout. When he actually brought up the maid uniform she had to keep her grin from exposing herself and adopted an air of nonchalance. "A bit late seeing as I already own two." Tassy told him neutrally without even looking up from her plate. The Scot was sure if she looked up she would lose it and had to raise her teacup to take a sip as well as hide the small grin that was beginning to form.

Tassy just rolled her eyes at his innuendo and ignored his little wink, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her amusement at his antics. Because the saying "give him an inch and they'll take a mile" seemed to have been written with Les in mind. If he saw that if you found him even the tiniest bit humorous that there would be no stopping. She had learned this the hard was and was presently still learning the ways and actions of the bald man. She should write a book and have Chalmes co-author it and let Chance do the preface. She was sure that while it would never get on the best seller list it would be decent and she could live off of the interest for nice while. Inside she would gives instructions and tips on how to handle the Les' in other people's lives, and how to especially deal with them if you were in an intimate affair with one as she was. Which, now that she was thinking about it, "affair" she feels is totally not the right word considering neither of them are seeing another person or married but she didn't want to use relationship because they were just friends who just happened to like sex with each other (and she abhors the title Friends with Benefits). Tassy took another sip of her tea as she contemplated a possible title and was a little shocked to see such a lack of reaction from the male at her admittance to having two maid uniforms. It wasn't like she would lie about something like that. Lie about being a doctor to cut in line in the back, occasionally. Take Chance to the market with her and lie about being a single mother to get discounts and even guys phone numbers who seemed to be interested in the whole "single hot mom" spiel, not her finest but it was a living. But lying about owning sexy lingerie? Did Les not know her at all?! At his non-committal shrug and seemingly innocent encouragement to come by his place in said outfit, Tassy allowed her own playful grin to finally show as she put aside her tea. She rose up and placed her legs on the couch crossing them underneath her body her cheeky grin still going strong. "Burlesque or traditional? Because while the traditional is nice and even comes with it's own feather duster, the burlesque just gives off more of a...impression I suppose." she told him as her fingers trailing across the back of the couch.

Tassy had been in a musical rut lately; she had written a piece of music in about six weeks. This wouldn't ordinarily be a problem had she not promised a new song to her band mates. She should really be blaming them and not herself since they were the ones who randomly decided to come out of self exile because one or two had seen her and Dee at the Spring Festival and gotten jealous. Well, she says jealous, they said "reminiscent." Bullhockey. But as big as pieces of s**t some of them were, the rest she honestly missed so when they told her they had gotten a gig at an old haunt and needed a new song she had been all for it. Until she realized that she didn't have anything new, that could be used for band use at least, which brought her back to her rut. She had her guitar in hand and her keyboard and composition book laying innocently on her coffee table staring at her. Mocking her. Sons of bitches. "Ugh, I am literally making this more difficult than it really is." she grumbled to herself scratching her hair which had been pulled into a messy bun with a pencil stuck inside it. After taking a sip from her bottle of water she went back to her guitar strumming a few inconsistent chords and notes before finding a repetition. Ok, so I have a base, now some words would be nice she thought acidly still strumming. As if Dahomey heard her thoughts and wanted to prove her wrong as words began to flow from her mouth as stream of conscious. "But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do. And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew.That someday it would lead me back to you..." she sang out softly liking what she was producing with each passing second. Feeling emboldened by she sat her guitar aside and wrote down the chords, notes, and words she had just created thinking that she might have a half decent song by the end of the night.

Right as she crossed the last "t" she heard a knock at her door and frowned wondering if she had ordered a pizza and forgotten again. Unfortunately it was prone to happen when she got into her music zone, rut or no. Tassy went over to the door and peaked through the peephole to see not a delivery person but Les. It really shouldn't surprise her anymore to see her friend randomly pop up and demand entertainment but it had been weeks since he sought her out individually. They saw each other and hung out with Chalmes of course but they hadn't had any one on one time in quite a while. And she wasn't just talking about sex, although she wouldn't be embarrassed to admit that she did sorta miss that part of their relationship. So for him to randomly pop up like a retarded groundhog after avoiding her for so long meant that either something serious had happened or something very stupid. Dealing with him, probably a mix of both. She opened the door without her usual witticism and just a raised eyebrow that basically screamed "the ******** do you want?"