Still, one of the roommates had decided to crank up the heat, and as much as she loathed the cold, Ildri was not a fan of sweating her a** off. So in an effort to cool down before venturing back into work on homework, she had donned a heavy black, open front sweater over top of a grey cami and ripped, wore out blue jeans. Her feet were stuffed into hard bottomed slippers which she would not apologize for their ugly tackiness. Sweater-like appearance or not, they were sherpa lined, and the most comfy things she could find.
Stepping out onto the balcony, cigarette in hand, she found one of her roommates out there tending to his birds. She eyes the creatures, but didn’t make comment of them. If keeping birds was his hobby, so be it. As long as they didn’t cause any problems she didn’t give a s**t.
It was still sort of weird though, she thought.
Leaning against the banister she fished her lighter from her back pocket and lit the cig. Inhaling she glanced over at Clay, before slowly letting the smoke leak from her mouth. “Don’t they freeze to death out here?” She questioned him as she eyed the birds. “Not that I know s**t about them or anything.” She shrugged.
Ildri didn’t have any specific ideas or thoughts about Clay. Right now the most she could say was that he was physically attractive. She hadn’t bothered to make any moves yet. Well, more like she hadn’t had the time to do such things. Between schoolwork and her duties as a Nega agent she was pulled a bit thin. The girl hadn’t even been able to hit up a few clubs and she was beginning to itch for the more raw social engagement that the clubs she visited tended exhibit.
“How much time do you dedicate to these guys, anyway?” She questioned again, as she shifted against the banister to face Clay and his pigeons more. “Any time for fun?”
Clay minded early winter little, since it gave reason for the hoodies he preferred to wear. They left baggy jeans feeling less hot, and puffy sneakers looked seasonable. Scarves came into style. Fingerless gloves looked great in autumn and the early portions of December. Coffee shops and other cafes sold hot chocolate readily, and new flavors released for winter, including all manner of peppermint drinks. Then, after a while, it all goes to s**t in February when there's regularly several inches of snow on the ground and the temperature drops well into the single digits. Only the northern dog breeds enjoyed the depths of winter.
His pigeons would survive fine, though. They often did. Their coop looked sturdy, and during the coldest nights, he found no qualms about a small propane-based heater for the coop itself. "Nah, these bastards do alright." He poked a finger into the cage for one of the birds to examine. They knew it as a signal for food, so each turned their attention immediately. Soon after came a fresh pour of millet seeds, cracked corn and other goodies. "They get fat n' huddle around their homies. The weather don't mean s**t to 'em."
Clay dusted off his hands and rolled up the bag, shoving it into the makeshift shelving beneath the coop. He wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve. <********' cold making my nose ********' run.
When he straightened up, he turned to look at his recent roommate. Ildri moved in not long after his last roommate did, and she seemed the most like him. The other two fresh college lovers, spent more time thumping their bed against his shared wall and cavorting around with each other in their new town than they did doing things that actually seemed cool. They liked to go watch movies and s**t, and while Clay liked his share of movies, they wanted love stories or that cerebral stuff they aired in the tiny theaters. Clay didn't care much for any of that.
Ildri, on the other hand, she looked like a b***h - and that was a good thing to Clay. Bitches knew where s**t was at. They stood up for themselves, and punched people out, and threw gang signs when they had to. Real s**t. Most of them knew what it was like to get put down by the Man, and knew they had to stick together. That made bitches cool.
He crossed his arms and considered her question for a moment. "I dunno, I don't think I spend a ton of time on 'em. I just feed 'em, let 'em out sometimes, then feed 'em again later. They're not really pets. They don't got names or s**t like that." He shrugged. "Gives me plenty of time for fun." Canning, on the other hand…
"Seems like this is the first time we actually get to talk. Where you from? You going to school like the lovebirds in there?" He jerked his head toward the balcony door.
”What the hell do you keep them for then if they aren’t pets? Pigeon pie?” She chuckled as she pulled the black sweater tighter around herself. Cooling off out on the balcony certainly wasn’t taking long at all. “They seem pointless to me. But then again, I am not the one raising the damn things.” She eyes the birds in question as they moved to the hand that they knew brought their meal. Like trained dogs they awaited their food, but seemed to lack the appreciativeness that canines gave their owners.
“Alright then. What sort of fun do you do?” She raised a brow at him. Might as well begin to get to know this roommate a bit more. See what sort of guy he was and if he was someone she should even bother with.
At the mention of their roomies, Ildri snorted and took another drag of the cigarette as she shifted to lean against the banister with her forearms. The sweater giving adequate protection from the metal, if only for a short period of time. “I wonder how they haven’t flunked out. I can’t imagine they find much time for studying considering I am damn sure they are putting rabbits to shame with how often they seem to go at it.” Like Clay, she hadn’t missed the frequent pounding of the bed against the wall. Thankfully, she was spared the brunt of it since the bed wasn’t against her wall. If it was, you could be damn sure there would be hell.
“But yea, I go to DCU. I am majoring in music performance with a concentration in Violin.” The choice in major had been a snub to her father after he practically declared her inability to take over the family business and left it to her younger sister. Of course he still wanted her to have a hand in it and help her sister along, but she wanted nothing to do with that. If she wasn’t good enough, as the oldest child, to take over the business she wanted nothing to do with the damn thing. So, she threw herself into her musical studies and perfecting the violin along with learning the basics of a few other instruments. Of course, her parents wouldn’t just not let her go to college. Having a daughter who had some sort of degree than having one with none. So she’d won that battle in the end.
“How about you? Studying anywhere? Doing the job thing?” She glanced over her shoulder as him as the pigeons continued to coo from their coop.
"They're good eats. Canned pigeon meat's pretty cheap. Tastes pretty dope. Can put hot sauce on it, or mayo, or whatever. And afterward you get feathers and s**t, and you can do whatever you want with those. And they just… Keep making more pigeons. Not like I run outta meat." Nor could he burn through it quickly enough, but he took up canning for a reason. "I could get the pigeons you can befriend but that seems like a shitty idea. I don't wanna make friends with something that I eat. That'd be like naming your pig Wilbur or some s**t. It's whack."
Once they ate their fill of seed, the pigeons returned to their mass huddling antics. They would fatten up over the winter, he knew, and that's when the fresh meat tasted the best. He planned to cook a few, whether his roommates liked it or not.
She inquired about his hobbies and he sighed through his nose. His breath dissipated in the night air the heat soon dispersed. "s**t." He spat off the balcony. "I don't get time for hobbies, working two jobs. This what I got." A quick nod indicated the coop. If she was expecting extravagant hobbies, a nice car, or something time-consuming, she needed to look elsewhere. Clay seldom made decent money, despite the condition of Destiny City going to s**t. Wages seldom raised because of inner-city strife. His income felt like a chokehold on his time and freedom.
"I'm thinkin' about quitting though. I need the time." He looked out toward the city, where the lights pierced holes in the dark. It looked quiet for now, but Clay expected the silence to break soon - the hour approached for all the senshi to come out and play, including himself. "Got other plans. There's better ways to make money, you know?" A heel jiggled ceaselessly above the ground, as if Clay pent up too much energy lately and lacked an outlet.
"Violin sounds lit, though. You good at it? Wanna play somethin' out here?" Not like their roommates could complain, and the evening wasn't late enough for their neighbors to file against the noise.
She raised a brow. “Well s**t. I wasn’t expecting you to say that you actually do eat them.” She made an approval face. After all, at least the things were being utilized for something besides just as noisemakers and money wasters. Does it taste much different than chicken?” She gave the birds a more scrutinizing look as they huddled together for warmth after gobbling down their dinner. “I can’t imagine you get much off of them though.” She paused for a moment as she flicked some ash from her cigarette. “I suppose it’s no less than eating squirrel or something.” Ildri had no clue, but she wasn’t opposed to the idea one bit. “If you aren’t opposed to sharing a bite, let me know when you cook one up next. I am curious.”
“Hmmm….so all work and no play. That makes for a dull boy.” She remarked casually. “Life certainly isn’t easy so we gotta do the best we can. That includes having some fun no matter what it is.” She grinned at him, took the last drag of her cigarette before flicking the butt out onto the street below. “But yea, there’s definitely better ways to make money than killing yourself at two dead-end jobs.” Ildri wasn’t sure where Clay was going with his train of thought, but she certainly was thinking about more illegal routes. Hell, he could just sell weed, a drug that should just be legalized at this point, and make a good bit of cash. That way, he wouldn’t have to worry about selling the harder drugs that came with a s**t ton more risk.
A shiver ran down her spine, and she huffed as she folded her arms just under her chest in an attempt to keep more body heat in. Leaning on the banister was no longer an option since the cold metal had finally won out against the sweater. “Yea, I enjoy it.” She remarked about her Violin. “And damn right I am good. Otherwise I wouldn’t be majoring in it.” She grinned at Clay. “I don’t mind playing something but I am tired of freezing my a** off out here. If our two love-birds aren’t making out in the living room I can go grab my Violin and play ya something if you really want. I am sure you’ll be sick of hearing it though by the time winter is over since I’ll be forced indoors to practice.” She tended to enjoy the warmer days outside to practice elsewhere. Though DCU did offer small practice rooms for the music students, being locked away in a cubicle size room with no windows and only fluorescent lighting was deeply depressing and not at all a creative space.
Clay shrugged. "Tastes a lot like dark meat." Most others thought the same during the few times when someone pinched his squab and mistook it for chicken. Only a few ever admitted to it, and paled when they learned the truth. Afterward, they insisted that they were poisoned, that they somehow ate city pigeon that must've died on the streets despite his coop on the balcony. Luckily, those people no longer lived with him. "You get less than a squirrel, but it's still good. Their food's cheap. Plus if I really wanted to, I could train one to deliver messages and s**t. They used to be the postal service." He didn't go further; doing so edged into the territory of nerd.
When she spoke of fun, he raised a brow. "You implying something?" He let the latter comments about dead-end jobs drop; he already knew what he had in mind, but he needed to find a supplier first. He already had all the role models for it in popular culture and music; Clay needed only to find the people to make it happen. Hell, maybe he could be the next Jesse Pinkman and pull in the dough from the drug market.
That was the hope, at least. For now? Pets Plus and D-Mart monopolized his time.
"If I wasn't stuck in ********' slave labor I'd be having a lot more fun." Clay uncrossed his arms. "Come on, let's go inside. I'm done out here." He rolled down the cover of the coop to let the birds sleep. "You know, violin sounds pretty good in some rap songs…" Stomping out some of the light snow, he opened the slider and headed indoors.
She wasn’t exactly sure if the birds were worth the trouble for the amount of meat they provided, but it wasn’t her issue. Ildri hadn’t ever really been one to love animals. In fact, for the most part, she found them rather annoying with the amount of care they needed, but hey, to each their own, right? At least Clay was using them for a purpose instead of just for ‘companionship’.
His question caused a smirk to grace her face. “Maybe I am.” She left it at that though and made for the warmth of the apartment.
“Gotta love how the world works. I swear, it’s like all of us have some kind of s**t that always manages to pin us down and incapable to pursuing what we really want.” She remarked to his slave labor comment as she entered into the warmth of their abode. Thankfully, the cold air didn’t linger long after Clay closed the sliding door.
“It’s not bad with rap. I have to admit, I prefer more classical things, but do enjoy a good fusion of modern songs with violin.” She glanced into the living room and found it unoccupied. A rather raunchy scene was playing on the television, she wasn’t sure what show it was, but it quickly explained the noises coming from a particular bedroom. “Rabbits. I swear.” She rolled her eyes as she disappeared into her own bedroom to grab her violin.
It only took a minute or two until she reappeared in the living room with the black toned instrument and bow grasped in her hands. “Hope you don’t mind if play a piece I’ve been working on.” Not that she much cared whether her did or didn’t. If she was going to play something for him she might as well get some practice out of it. She took time to tweak the instrument back into tune as she perched herself on the arm of the couch as she did so.
“So, no interest in going to college at any point in your life?” She continued with general discussion while she loosened and tightened strings as needed. It didn’t take her incredibly long to get the instrument where she needed it to be though. She wasted no time in hopping up from her perch and tucking the violin under her chin.
Instantly she began to run the bow over the strings and play the piece she had been rehearsing recently. It wasn’t terribly long, about 4 minutes or so, but it wasn’t easy. It required her to depict 4 voices on the instrument, and there were little mistakes here and there than any trained ear would catch. She plowed on through the song though, mentally taking note where she had dropped notes, gone flat or sharp, or just completely jumbled something. Her face not once, broke from the serene concentration she had on the music she was producing. When she finished, she sighed and removed the instrument from her chin, a stray hair or two form her bow dangled down, but she wasn’t at all perturbed by it. Of course bow hairs would break when playing such pieces. “Like I said, still in the works. I’ll be part of my senior recital once it’s down.” She shrugged. “It’s called Der Erlkönig. About a man carrying his dying son on horseback and all the while the child is able to see and hear Der Erlkönig who embodies death. It’s rather morbid actually, but I find it very interesting.”
Clay followed her inside, thankful for the insulation from the snow. Partially numb fingers pressed the power button on the TV, and the only noise left came from one of the bedrooms. Clay learned to stop giving a s**t when he wasn't in his own room, at least, and knew to put on headphones whenever possible.
Well, she sounds like a nerd. Using phrases like 'I have to admit' sounded so uppity. Maybe he got the wrong impression of her before. Sometimes people dressed one way and acted another and never got a clue why people might not like that too much. It was whatever, though; they hardly crossed paths with their work and school schedules. He knew people like Lindsey Stirling made other weird-sounding violin songs, like they were house music or some s**t, and he wondered if that was more up her alley. Classical was a super drag, though. That s**t bored him so fast.
So, when she came in with her violin and decided to play some classical s**t she picked up for school, Clay took a seat and prepared to be bored for the next five minutes of his life. As she worked her way through the song, he pulled out his phone from time to time to check Facebook statuses and look at the comments on his latest profile pic. With his arm up on the couch, he scrolled until he reached the rash of 'f**' comments and frowned. What gives, man. I put up a shirtless profile pic and people call me a homo? I don't like dudes. Says straight on my page.
When she finished, and Clay looked away from Facebook, he heard her go into an explanation of what the song was about. "Who's gonna know that though? Not like there's words with it. Sounds lit though. Like an old-a** chase scene or some s**t. Instead of Cadillacs, they got like, horses and s**t. So you gotta play that thing to pass your class? That's a**. My arm would be dead." He supposed she was used to it, though.
"Makes me glad I'm not goin' to college. No point, especially with all the debt. I'd make more money slinging coke or some s**t."
Ildri hadn’t really noticed Clay’s lack of interest in her song. It required so much of her attention that her focus was only on what she was playing. Perhaps it was his best interest she hadn’t noticed, considering he’d been the one to request that she play something for him. Even if he didn’t pay much attention to it, she at least got a practice session out of it, even if it was impromptu.
“You have to have a taste for it.” She shrugged. “It’s meant to trigger your imagination and let you picture what is going on. And besides, it you go to a concert for classical music, they usually give you a synopsis of each piece.” The lack of love for classical pieces was something she came across very often. Many people didn’t find it interesting or engaging, which was why she rarely played it outside of school or for her own pleasure. But hey, he asked and didn’t put in a request,s o she chose something she needed to work on. “But yea, professor required a classical piece for our final.” She shrugged and flopped down in the couch, holding her instrument up from getting bumped in her rather unceremonious collapse into the furniture.
“College isn’t all that bad. Depends on what you want to get out of it. Not that I had much choice in the matter. My parents were set on me attending a college, though they aren’t pleased with my choice of study. Not that I care much for what they want from me. If I have to attend, I am going to do something that I want.” Considering that her father had made it damn clear she wasn’t good for much else.
“But yea, dealing is the best way to go to make cash. Especially if you thrive off the rush of possibly being caught.” And it was a serious thing that dealers dealt with. Ildri could only imagine how nerve wracking and exhilerating it must be. Perhaps it was why she was taking so well to her new night gig.
“So…” She paused as she crossed her legs, positioning her violin and bow safely on her lap. “Things a roomie is curious about. Straight? Gay? Bi? Should I expect to see a parade of people coming and going?” She grinned slyly at him. “Not that I much care, but just so I know if I should be keeping my eye out for a good piece of a** to be cruising through here at some point. Or perhaps we’re both bored out of our minds and needing a bit of entertainment.” She shrugged casually. “Really, I swing whichever way. Depends on my mood.”
"It ain't my dig." Clay shrugged. She sounded like she was good at violin, but if he had a choice, he would've picked something more contemporary. Playing violin seemed like a waste unless she hit it big, but he kept that opinion to herself; it wasn't his job to poke holes in her dreams. She said she wanted to go to college for whatever she wanted, and this was what she wanted.
She went over her family life and Clay responded with his limits of sympathy. "That's rough." He didn't want to contribute his own college-related dealings with his parents, or any of the surfeit of arguments they had before he became emancipated. They got along fine with only a phone call once a week, or the occasional bid for monetary assistance, but anything more and relations became strained. From what he gathered, shitty relations with the parents was a fairly common event.
"Damn, you go straight into the personal s**t. Ever heard of some space? Maybe talk about the weather first? Don't just slam right into that s**t like it don't matter." Clay acted ruffled, but felt mostly embarrassed - here a girl was taking the initiative with him rather than the other way around. The thought alone left him rather emasculated. "Ain't no way I'm takin' guys through this place, I ain't into pork and beans. Girls all the way, yo." And then she added that she was into girls.
Which led to a variety of interesting images carouseling through his head.
"So way, you play with chicks? For real? Like, you'd do that here? In the house?" Cuz s**t, that sounded like every encouragement he needed to set up some stealthy video cameras around the house. Or maybe they could team up and produce pornos or something. Wasn't there a big market for college chicks? And that s**t would be legal, too. Damn, he thought, how ********' lucky am I?
Ildri raised a brow at Clay before chuckling. “Riiiight, you know, we’re not roommates or anything and probably won’t learn a lot of the ins and outs of each other. Hey, I was just curious if I should make it a point to walk around half naked or not.” She shrugged. “No harm in that.” She really didn’t much care if she ruffled his feathers at all. After all, if he couldn’t deal with her on one of her better, more open days, then he sure as hell wouldn’t be able to deal with her when she went into full blown b***h mode where all filters and ******** were gone.
“Wow, you’re pretty vocal about not ******** men. I mean, geez. It almost sounds like you’re trying to deny something.” She grinned slyly at him. It was so much fun to tease the straight males who were so desperate to prove their masculinity. Being vocal about that lack of love for dicks just didn’t help their cause. At least not in her book. “It’s a shame really. I do love a good threesom with two guys to play with.”
Another laugh bubbled from her at his obvious delight at her sexual orientation. “Don’t drool too hard. I am a bit greedy with my girls and don’t share them easily.” Which was the truth. As much as she loved a good threesome with two guys, when it came to women, she much preferred one on one. Why? She hadn’t quite figured that one out yet, but a part of her was thinking it was jealously. After all, she didn’t want to share her sexual pleasures. With men, she tended to be the focal point. Two or more women though and that wasn’t always the case. “Believe me, you’ll damn well know when I have someone here. I am not shy at the fact, so yes, I’ll do it here. With whomever I happen to be interested in at the time.
“What about you? Not so outgoing? Do you need a little help in the subject.” Teasing was so much fun.
"No, totally walk around half-naked. Dude that's not even up for discussion." Clay stared at her wide-eyed and nodded in confirmation of his statement. If half-naked bitches be strutting around his apartment, then he had that much more to brag about to his homies. He knew how to carve out a sizable amount of jealousy in his friends, and damn if he didn't enjoy doing it.
Though Ildri dashed his good spirits somewhat with her comment about homosexuality. "Yo, I think guys ********' guys is disgusting, a'ight? I'm not doin' it, I'm not watchin' it, I'm not even spending a minute of my day thinkin' about it. It'd be like thinkin' about ********' your grandma. That s**t ain't kosher. But if we're talkin' threesomes here…" Threesomes called for different rules, and a woman as a go-between. "No dicks touching, no balls touching, no eye contact. Then you got your threesome. That's the only way it goes down with this," he finished, pointing to himself.
Really, he hoped he didn't just shoot his chances on that. She had a fine a**, and he wouldn't mind a piece of it.
He was, however, looking forward to the day that Ildri took an interest in another girl. He fostered no qualms about the girls getting it on in the living room, on his couch, in the kitchen… Hell, they could use his bed. He would volunteer his bed, especially if he got to watch. What she said definitely confirmed the need for cameras - he needed to bug the s**t out of the place, especially if he wanted to save some spank material for later. Or keep up on the latest happenings. Their roommates would complain, buuuut only if they knew.
She teased him, and his face scrunched into a half-smile with a side of great indignation. "Yo, do I look like them in there?" Leaning back, Clay pointed to the closed door of their lovebird roommates. "I'm gonna put that s**t away so I ain't dragging my conquests into other people's business. Unless you wanna see this white a**." Though, he found the idea of voluntary exhibitionism to be just a little petrifying.
Her interest was perked. Clay, certainly was a bit of an odd one but there was something guinely interesting about him. Now, how far her interest would go with him was to be determined yet. Ildri would be lying if she said she never grew bored of people. If he turned out to be more talk than anything she’d loose interest quickly. For now though, it was fun to tease and see how he reacted. To play with him.
She did wonder how he would react the first time spotting her nearly naked in the apartment though. That was not a joke on her part. Ildri was quite comfortable in her body and had no shame. Plus, the lack of clothes was just more comfortable. I may have to test that sometime soon. She thought to herself with a sly grin.
“Hm...well, I suppose you could be useful. It would depend on the bedmate for the night and what they’re into. Some expect a cooperative male counterpart.” She shrugged lazily. “But I’ll keep ya in mind.” And that, dear roomie, is no lie. Clay had practically offered himself up to her, in her opinion.
A brow rose. “What’s wrong with displaying your conquests? I find it quite exhilerating that others know I am getting something. Like I said, I am not quiet about it, but…” She glanced over to the door that their current ‘rabbits’ were behind. “There’s nothing worth announcing about banging the same person over and over again. It gets old for everyone.”
She sat there, studying Clay for a moment. “So, you wanted to talk about the weather or something?” She grinned ruefully. “It’s cold, miserable, and I am over it.” Again she teased him. It was just too easy. “But seriously, who the hell does that small talk s**t about the weather? It leads no where. So, do you have any questions for me? Curious about anything? Go as heavy as ya want.”
The way she spoke about sex kinda clinically prompted his brows to raise. Did that mean sex happened so often for her that she just figured it an everyday thing, or was she really just like… detached from it? Clay didn't know, and asking wasn't an option. Instead he reclined against his seat with the same look on his face, and moved onto easier responses.
"I dunno, I think everyone knows you're gettin' v time six days outta every week after a while, and that s**t gets old, too. Your business, but my only thing is I wanna sleep once in a while. An' if I can't sleep, might as well invite me in, yanno? Sharing is caring and all that s**t." Not that he expected her to actually facilitate - he didn't know anyone who thought about that s**t unless he was sharing himself with more girls at the same time - and Ildri was definitely outside of the average human being here. Asking her to do damn near anything was starting to seem like a venture into the new and unknown. He liked his comfort zones, but there was promise in venturing beyond them with this hot number. Then again, maybe this b***h was lying out her a** and hit that half past never.
"No dude, I don't wanna talk about the weather. ******** the weather. That s**t is nasty as ******** outside." Clay rubbed his face. "But I dunno what to ask, either. That's kinda weird? Most people just learn s**t about each other as they go instead of playing 20 questions. That s**t's for speed dating and we ain't in one of those ghetto-a** bars." Clay stood then, and stretched.
"I gotta get to my shift soon." He found very little joy in the coming hours, or in parting with pleasant company when he hoped that they reached a very real understanding over conquests. "Gotta do inventory in the ********' dead of winter. Can you believe that s**t?" He sighed, and fussed with his sweater. Dressing for work and daring the cold remained highly unsatisfactory affairs.
"Was nice finally getting to know you. You pretty tight. Maybe we'll run into each other some more once work cools its s**t."
“Hey, that’s why they invented ear plugs.” She shrugged knowing she had her own stash of them in her room. She’d learn very quickly how useful the damn things were when one had roommates. People were not prone to really care if they were keeping you awake if they were getting some. She certainly wouldn’t give two shits.
A smirk and a wave of her hand conceding she had no interest in weather talk either. That was one thing they had in common it seemed. She was a bit disappointed though that he didn’t seem keen at asking questions. She had hoped for some fun topics to arise from it, but it seemed that such entertainments would need to wait for another time. It would work out fine though. She had made promises to patrol tonight and needed to get some s**t done beforehand. The cold is going to make it damn miserable too.
“Alright then. Can’t keep work waiting.” Not that she really knew the pain of having to do work because she -had- to to make ends meet, but that was not something she tended to bring up with others.
She stood from her perch, Violin in hand. “I doubt we’ll be able to avoid each other for long.” She said with a devilish grin before heading towards her room with a slight sashay to her hips, for fun sake. “Enjoy yourself!” She slipped into her bedroom, closing the door between herself and her pigeon eating roommate.
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