Of course Tracey wasn't exactly shirtless. She was never one for prancing around completely nude. However, dressed in a thin cream-colored shift and pearls, she didn't think she was exactly appropriate for fun with a friend. By the time Zach had arrived and entered without her knowledge, she was still in the slip with only a light knit cardigan thrown hastily over her shoulders.
Oh well. At least she was confident that she looked fabulous. As always.
With a soft sigh and a disapproving click of her tongue, Tracey stepped out of her closet with her hands placed on her hips. "I told you not to rush over, dear," she complained without any real force. Boys would be boys, wouldn't they? Without bothering to cover up any more, since he had always seen what she was trying to conceal, Tracey moved over to her desk where homework and journal were spread out haphazardly. "Though I do appreciate you coming over. I'm just not in the mood for studying tonight."
Or working, in general. Her marks were high in that class, anyway. She was willing to hear a lecture if it meant having the rest of the night off to do as she pleased.
"I have some fire whiskey and a bottle of Hades Fire underneath my bed, if you'd like some," she offered softly as she began to tidy up her workspace.