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.
"You need to vent," Chloe said, holding up her boot-shaped glass, "Gin makes you truthful."
Blake rolled her eyes, then picked up the squarish glass Chloe had set out for her and clinked it against Chloe's before tipping back her head and letting the liquid pour down her throat. Pine filled her nostrils as the gin made its way through her before settling into a comfortable warmth in her stomach before spreading throughout her body.
"Now," Chloe said, setting her glass down in time with Blake's, "Spill."
Blake couldn't help but turn red as she told Chloe about the past few weeks since she had last stayed over. Her episode with the brunette, her talk with Liam, fucking Marie--everything. That was something they'd established early on in their friendship when Chloe had agreed to help her. Total honesty, no judgement.
"It's like I can't override my sex drive anymore," Blake sighed after she'd finished her story, "Until recently, I could always separate sex from everything else. I'd enjoy myself, but I could pull my head out of my ass pretty easily if I needed to. And I can count the number of times on one hand that I needed to just rub one out or fuck someone to get it out of my system."
Blake hung her head in her hands, "And now I might have ruined everything with him."
"Maybe not."