Who: Reed and Piper (again! Oi!) What: Reed needs a place to stay for the night. Where: Piper's apartment. When: Shortly after this. Notes:Hi, post number two here. If nobody hits me for this, eeeeverybody gets a pretend cookie. :D So... I may accidentally posted this to Reed's main journal. Ahem. *scuffs foot on floor*
Reed was so fucking angry she could barely see. Her sister could be such a high-and-mighty priss sometimes. She had no right to get into Reed's business. Reed was nineteen, she was legally an adult. She could handle herself, and, more importantly, she could fuck up as much as she wanted to without having her sister chastise her for it like a little kid. Or she was supposed to be able to.
She stomped down the final flight of stairs - fuck the elevator, she wasn't in the mood to end up in goddamn Sri Lanka or wherever - and strode quickly down the hall to Piper's door, panting slightly and damning every cigarette she'd ever smoked. She banged on his door, knuckles white and tight and just starting to scab over from beating the shit out of Eli. And damn, did she wish she was beating the shit out of him now, talk about some stress-relief. If he would shut up long enough for her to enjoy it, that is.
It took Piper a while to answer the door, but when he did, he didn't look particularly happy to have someone banging on his door at... whatever time it was, Reed didn't know, didn't care. When he saw it was Reed, his expression changed, but Reed couldn't focus long enough to figure out what, exactly, it became.
She threw up her hands and yelled, "My fucking sister!" and then looked at Piper expectantly, waiting for him to move aside.