XXV: A Big Stupid Clusterfuck
Blake
Blake forced a smile as Chloe opened the door and greeted her with a hug. The dark-haired girl's embrace felt good, but that just sparked the thought that Liam's would have felt so much better.
"That bad, huh?" Chloe asked.
Blake sighed, scrubbing a hand through her hair as she pulled back, "Yeah."
Chloe gave her a sympathetic frown, then gestured for Blake to follow her into the apartment.
As Blake's friend was no longer in college, she did not have to live in a dorm. Blake's own apartment wasn't necessarily bad or technically a dorm--she loved living there--but it definitely felt like a dorm, especially with the whole one-shower-for-three-girls thing.
Chloe lived with her roommate Becca, a tall, leggy accountant who she had admitted to fantasizing about more than once, and Blake couldn't really blame her. Thankfully, however, Becca did not appear to be home at the moment.
"Alright," Chloe said, patting her dining table on her way to the cupboard, "What's up? I'm guessing this still has to do with the forbidden Mr. Perfect?"
Blake simply took a seat at let her head fall to the table in response, "Ugh."
Chloe barked a laugh, "Yikes. Alright, hold up, then."
Blake just let herself sit there with her head against the table, loose hair forming a royal blue curtain around her.
When something thumped on the table, she looked up to find a double-shot glass filled with clear liquid before her. Blake straightened, raising an eyebrow as Chloe filled another shot glass for herself.
"Gin?" Blake asked, raising an eyebrow at the dark green bottle as Chloe screwed back on its silver cap.