Elina (ilmatar) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-06-19 21:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | avery, lucas |
Friday afternoon, Apt 12221, Lucas and Thomas
Lucas carried a heavy bag of freshly washed laundry back up to the 12th floor. Thomas would not be bothered with things like laundry and thus sent it out, while Lucas was disgusted by the idea of being so snotty and self-important that you could not take care of your own mess.
He emptied all the clothes from the bag on his bed and started going through them to stuff them on the right shelves in his wardrobe. Black jeans, grey jeans, Black Flag t-shirt, Billy Talent t-shirt, black lacey bra...
Lucas lifted the piece of feminine lingerie up dangling it between his fingers. Where the hell had that come from? The both of the machines that he had used had been empty before he had put his clothes in - he had checked it. That meant the bra had to have been in his laundry bag before hand. Where would it have come from? He had had no girls around so that was out of the picture. Thomas, however...
Lucas turned the bra around in his hands curiously but soon set it aside and went through the remainder of his laundry. He found yet another feminine article of clothing that he did not recognise - a long sleeved tight fitting top of very thin fabric.
After he had put his own clothes away, he picked up the girly ones and went to confront the one he suspected to know to whom they belonged to.
"Thomas?" he called out and knocked on the man's door. "Oy, you in there?"
Avery opened the door of his rooms and stepped into the lounge. "What?"
Lucas lifted the bra and the top up - one in one hand, the other in the other.
"You know whose these are?"
Thomas blinked. "No."
"They were among my laundry and I haven't had any girls here. You have."
Thomas sighed and took a closer look at the clothes. The bra - well any woman could have worn that when she wanted to be naughty and pretty - but the top... He narrowed his eyes and took it from Lucas. The size, the color, the fabric... it was all familiar. He felt it in his hand and even smelled it. Lucas lifted his eyebrows in surprise, and Thomas cleared his throat.
"On a closer look, yes I do know whose they are. How come they were in your laundry?"
"I don't know. Maybe Jane picked them up to the wrong laundry bag or something," Lucas shrugged and gave the bra to Thomas as well. To have gotten rid of them now he returned to his rooms, but Thomas stayed where he was with the lingerie and the top in his hands.
He smelled them again and felt the soft fine lace between his fingers. They were scented with jasmine. He hadn't seen the bra before but he was certain it belonged to the same person as the top did. And the top he did recognize - he had peeled it off of the bonita himself, after all.
The bonita and her unmistakeable scent of jasmine.