was moving. The resident director, Maria, told her I was leaving.” She yells at her phone, as she types, in a huff. “My God, give it a rest and get a clue!” Her phone beeps again. “Now, she’s asking me ‘why do I treat her this way?’ My God, shoot me now.” She types something in and dances with her hands in the air, laughing, “That should make it stop.”
Pouring another shot, I dance over to her with the salt. Taking her hand, I lick it as I look up at her. Shaking the salt on her hand, I hand her the shot. I turn back, dancing to P!nk singing about being perfect. “Don’t let it get you pissed. Come on, let’s dance.” We sway, bopping our heads to the music, singing at the top of our lungs to the chorus.
Staggering back to our chairs, we explode into giggles. Pouring another set of shots, Sally rolls her eyes as another text comes in. “This one says, ‘Why do you hate me?’ Geez, Louise! Could she be more pathetic?”
Smirking, I say, “Tell her to fuck off.”
Sally types into her phone saying, “Perfect.” Licking her lips, she says, “Hey, give me your hand.”
Extending my hand, she licks the side of my palm with the tip of her tongue, sprinkling salt over the moisture with a devilish grin. “Turnabout is fair play, don’t ya think?” Wow. Her brown eyes smolder as she slowly licks the salt from my palm. “To new roommates,” she says as she raises her glass in a toast.
I slur, clinking my glass with hers, “To new roommates.” Giggling, I head bang to “Dude looks like a Lady.”
Sally laughs, getting up to turn her phone up full blast, and dancing her way across the floor.
A pounding comes from the metal door, startling us.
We freeze, looking at each other. Sally lunges for the tequila slamming it into the cabinet. I grab the phone and turn it down to a reasonable level. Grabbing the paraphernalia from our shots, we shove it into the fridge. Walking over to the door, I will myself to consciously walk a straight line, as if that will somehow make me sober. I open the door.
The ice princess grimaces at me, her cold fury spiking from her eyes like some sci-fi fucking avatar yielding a death stare. She says, “Do you fucking mind?! Some of us have to get up in the morning.”
“Sorry, we turned it down,” I mumble, swaying faintly.
Sally walks over, lacing her arm around my shoulder, her face impassive with half-mast eyes. Lily stares at her, pure white-hot unadulterated fury molts her face.
“You’re living here?” She screeches her face furious.
“Yeah. Meet my new roommate, Amber Turner. Now, fuck off, Lily….and stop texting me.” With a dramatic swing of her arm, the door slams in Lily’s face.
Chapter 4
The sun is fucking unmerciful. It streams in while I’m trying to sleep, stabbing its light through my eyeballs….making my head scream. I fucking hate you. I shield my eyes as I realize with dread that the drapes are open, and the room is filled with sunlight. White light. The bathroom door is closed, and the shower is running. Sally must be up.
My lead feet somehow magically carry me over to a pot of coffee, and I pour a cup. Blowing on the full mug, I sip, my body surges and I whisper, “Fucking nectar of the Gods,” thankful for its strong flavor and quick bite.
The shower shuts off, and the door opens. A tall redhead with piercing green eyes walks out of a cloud of steam. Her long legs descend for fucking days from under the fluffy white towel, wrapped precariously around her huge breasts. Wow, she’s like…six foot. I try by sheer force of will to close my gaping mouth, but she’s fucking stunning.
Smiling at me, she says nonchalantly, “Hey.” Grabbing some clothes from various places around the room, she carries them back into the bathroom.
“Hey,” I say after the door closes. Closing my mouth manually with my fingers, I sit at the table and sip my coffee.
Sally walks out of the bathroom, draped in a white cushy robe that barely covers her ass and smiles brightly. “Good Morning!” Giggling and clutching her hand to her head, she repeats, “Good Morning.” This time in a soft whisper.
“Who’s the redhead?” I whisper.
“Tracy…booty call. You were passed out so I didn’t think you’d mind.” She smiles sheepishly. Bending down into her suitcase, she pushes clothes back and forth in