Who: Apollo Savage and Helen Dawlish What: Lol I'm dating your dad Where: Adam's place When: Mid Afternoon, December 30th Rating: Low? Language maybe?
Helen didn't have any one on one appointments at the gym that day, and to be frank, she had worked herself a little too hard the day before. So, she had taken the day off, slept in, took a hot bath. Really, the works. It had been fucking ages since she had last pampered herself, so to speak, and she figured at this point she was probably due.
After her bath, Helen didn't even bother putting on sweatpants, opting for her boy short underwear and a tank top. She lived here now, after all, and honestly, she didn't think Adam would complain when he eventually came around again. He did have a thing for her long, shapely legs. And who wouldn't? They were bloody flawless.
She had made her way down to the kitchen, if only to go through the cupboards and fridge to see what she still had left for groceries and try to come up with a plan for dinner when she heard the door open. Not thinking much on it, figuring Adam had come home early, she grabbed herself a beer and popped off the cap, taking a long drink as the person suddenly made their way into the kitchen.
Well, she hadn't been expecting that. Giving him a evil little smirk, Helen leaned back against the counter, not caring in even the slightest that she was half naked.
"Afternoon, Apollo. What brings you by?" She cocked her head to the side, wondering if Adam had gotten around to actually telling his son who the young woman he was seeing was. She had a feeling deep down that he hadn't. It almost made her feel bad. Almost.