The extravagance of the apartment had long since been lost on Demi. To her it was just a space, her escape from the watchful eyes of the Capitolites that resided just outside it’s door. It’s because of this that she doesn’t even stop to consider just of opulent it might seem to someone who was likely living in an hospital room, or worse.
“You have no idea,” Demi breathes as she latches the door behind Lita, turning towards the other woman with a wicked sort of grin on her face. “They don’t really know me either, so god, can we please start that rumor?” It’s a joke, except it would be nice to have them chattering about something other than her living situation with Isaac or her former place of residence.
Her eyebrows raise as Lita sets the bottle of wine down on the table, her gaze eyeing the liquid within. “So it has two strikes against it?” Demi questions as she steps back towards the stove, checking on their dinner as she adds. “That buzz better be the best damn buzz around,” It goes without question that she doesn’t really care about the after affects, not if the wine can chase away her problems for a short while. “And it’s still booze, so don’t you dare go apologizing for it being less than top shelf.”
She’s in the middle of turning off the heat on the stove and plating the steaks when Lita brings up the apartment being her place. It’s not. Demi has yet to allow this place to feel like home, but if she’s going to convince people that she and Isaac are an item, she needs to start acting like it is - even if that’s just what it is, an act. “Well, it was Isaac’s place first and I’ve only been here less than two months,” she points out gently, two plates held in her hands as she makes her way over to the table. “Which isn’t nearly long enough to put your stamp on any place.”
And she wasn’t even entirely sure this place would ever reflect her. It was so far removed from any place she had ever called home, that not even a few pairs of boots next to the door and a flannel tossed over the couch would make it feel like she lived there.
“Never? You’re telling me you’ve never once shared space with a guy?” Demi gladly welcomes the shift away from her, shing the focus squarely on Lita and this revolution of hers. “And I thought I was a commitment phobe.”