Who: Kayla and River When: December 18th, 2048 Where: Their Townhouse Rating: PG-13 Summary: Day off, underwear, movies, ice-cream. Men are encouraged to peep. Warnings: Language
River woke up late. For once the knowledge did not get her heart racing in shock. Instead she allowed herself a luxurious stretch on her silken cotton sheets. Feeling lazy beyond caring, she laid around in bed for another half hour until the light slanting through her window became too bright to ignore. She sauntered over to her dresser, her hand hesitating over the teak wood as she deliberated. With a languid smirk she dropped her hand to her side and stepped away, opting to stay in her night garments. In deference to Kayla, she scooped up the red and black plaid overshirt, worn fleecy soft over time, that she had stripped off and tossed to the floor during the night. The shirt had been left behind by one of her male friends and she had kept it to sleep in since. She could not return it because, for the life of her, she could not remember his name. After she slipped the shirt on over her underwear, but left it unbuttoned in the front, she stepped out onto the balcony.
She let the warm air coming in off the ocean gently caress her skin and enjoyed the chill still lingering in the stone from the night on her bare feet. She stretched once more, soaking up what sun she could. Days spent working with Rafe meant that she never had enough of it. The man had no sense of life and a natural tan, so of course he expected her to stay cooped up all day as well. With one last longing look at the open, blue sky, she padded down the spiral staircase to the second floor. Were she dressed she would have gladly hoped on for a wild ride but experience had taught her that it was not so fun on bare skin. The second floor was eerily quiet, which made River break out into a wicked grin. With a war scream she launched herself at her housemate's door, bounding in and diving for the bed. "Wake up!"