Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
“Oh nooooo,” Audrey’s reaction speed was questionable, a solid thirty seconds having passed from the point Ari had spilled the wine. Crawling up into a stand, Audrey reached to grab her friend’s arm. “Wait, you slept with Miles, where’s the bathroom?” “I didn’t!” Ari insisted. “You did!” But she’d been here before, all the same, so she gestured vaguely in the direction of the hall and said, “I think it’s that way. Come on.” It was the third door she tried, in the end (she’d nearly wound up in a closet before realizing it was too small to be the bathroom). “Here we go,” she said, proceeding to turn on the water. “After you.” Her hands shoved the bard into the shower, laughing hysterically before screaming around the room “Ari fell in the tub!” as if there were other party goers. Her mirth would be short-lived however, as Ari grabbed onto her dress and pulled her in, too. “Not alone I didn’t!” Audrey screamed, grabbing a hold of anything to stop her from falling. Unfortunately, the only thing to grab was the shower curtain we came falling down on top of the two. Laughter erupted from the two, Audrey now trying to push herself from the shower. Stumbling out, her hands reached for the bed lunging towards it and laughing. She beat Ari there, but only just; the bard collapsed on top of her with an “oof,” making a halfhearted effort to pull the comforter over their wet forms before giving up. “Whatever,” she muttered. “It’s warm in here. And I’m,” a giant yawn, “exhausted, suddenly.” Which might have to do with the sunlight pouring into the house from the window -- clearly, it was well past dawn by now. “Bedtime,” Ari announced resolutely. Then, with a giggle, “Happy New Year to us.” The sound of the shower still running was soothing to listen to, no sense of urgency to turn it off even dawning on her. Her hands blindly reached out, grabbing a nearby pillow and digging her face into it. It smelled like Miles’ cologne, another bizarre comfort she found in the house, though this was left unsaid. “Good night, Ari.” |