Cait Abernathy (soundsfreudian) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-09-26 22:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | cait baines, david bacchus, september 2010 |
Who: Cait and David
What: drinking (contest)
Where: Cait and Noelle's apartment
When: night time
Rated: TBA but at least high for language and alcohol consumption
The living room and kitchen were clean. That much was true. Living with Noelle, it had to be. Cait's room, however, was a much different story. It wasn't dirty, per se, but things were definitely not all in their places. Thankfully, David wasn't going to be seeing much of anything other than the main parts of the apartment, so Cait didn't bother tidying up. Done with her shower, she got dressed and then shut the door to her bedroom. There. Now David wouldn't be any wiser. As far as he was concerned, it was a broom closet or something.
She also hadn't bothered stocking up for the occasion. There was plenty of alcohol in the house. It was easier to replace what needed to be replaced later, rather than going out and buying heaps and not using it at all. She didn't have the money to blow and she was almost sure that David was probably going to bring something of his own. She doubted he trusted her to provide decent alcohol. Her and Noelle usually drank margaritas. Somehow, that didn't strike Cait as David's go-to drink of choice.
She checked her reflection in the mirror over the sofa before sitting down. She looked pretty good, not that she was trying or anything. She figured it wasn't hard to impress David. He didn't exactly strike her as picky, but she wasn't trying to seduce him anyways. She just wanted to beat him at his own game (drinking) and look good while doing it. It was going to be a piece of cake. She smiled, imagining what his face was going to look like when he inevitably loses, and waited for him to arrive.