ZOMG yaaaaaay I get CeCe!! <333
CeCe's timing was, as always, impeccable. She caught Divorce standing in her kitchen, conveniently enough, her left hand stuck under the sink faucet while scaldingly hot water streamed over it. It hurt like hell -- and her damnable mind reflected on how appropriate that was -- but it was a distraction from how awful the rest of her felt.
She leaned against her kitchen counter with all her weight, weak and woozy, knowing in her bones that it was because of what had happened with Greed. The goddess of Divorce was not supposed to get married, damn it all!
"Fuck!" she hissed to herself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The sound of her cellphone going off startled her out of her fit, insomuch that it was louder than she was. Divorce jumped at the sound, hit her hand against the burning faucet and started her mantra of cursing all over again. For a moment she wasn't sure whether picking the damn thing up would be a good idea -- what if it was Greed? She hesitated through the first and second rings, finally making a half-hearted sprint across the apartment to pick up by the fourth and final.
Kneeling on the floor, Divorce breathed a sigh of relief when Comfort Food's name flashed into view. She flipped her phone open with her good hand, took a deep breath to compose herself and put on her best 'I am Divorce and I am fine' voice. "CeCe, sweetheart. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
She still sounded a bit rough around the edges, but maybe that could just be attributed to a night's worth of screaming sex. And if nothing else, at least CeCe couldn't see how awful Divorce looked.