Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-04-05 19:06:00 |
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Current location: | Josie's Apartment |
Current mood: | calm |
Trying to Get the Curmudgeon to Come Out
Who: Blake and Josie
Where: Over the phone, then Josie's Apartment
When: Thursday, March 31st
It had been a little while since Blake had spoken to Josie, which was why she was giving her friend a call now. The (current) redhead was dressed in black cargo's and a matching black crop-top with her hair tied back haphazardly. She was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, bobbing her head as she listened to the line ring. She hoped that Josie would be home. Hey! At least she called first instead of making the trip over to her place, right?
Josie had actually just got home from work. It seemed that, unless someone pulled her out of it, she kind of just completely buried herself in work. Hell, it wasn't even on purpose or anything, she just happened to just like her work. She had been watching TV and laying on the couch when her phone started ringing. Even though she contemplated just letting it ring, she sighed and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Wow. Don't sound excited to answer the phone or anything," Blake said immediately, smiling at the sound of the other girl's voice. "So, I've called to verify that you're home like a good little girl. Can I come over for a while? I miss you. And you KNOW I'm just gonna lug my gorgeous ass over there anyway, so you better just say 'yes, you can come over, Blake'." Wow, she could be overbearing, huh?
She had half a damn mind to tell her that she had a date or something tonight. Not that she DID...well, at least she did call this time. "Sure, come on over," Josie said to her.
"Cool beans. I'll bring over some Ben & Jerry's or something," she added, since how could ANYONE be pissed when they had ice cream, right? Before Josie could reply, she disconnected, grabbed a hoodie and made her way out, yelling goodbye to Georgina on the way. Roughly fifteen minutes later, she was at Josie's doorstep with a couple of different flavor's of Ben & Jerry's and some cookies. Because she was awesome like that.
"Alright. See you when you get here," Josie said, even though she was mostly talking to a dead line at this point. When there was a knock at the door, Josie got up and answered it. "Hey," she said, moving so that Blake could come inside.
Well, like Blake was going to give her a chance to change her mind, right? "Hey," she replied as she stepped inside, setting her bags (yes, bags) of goodies down on the counter for now. "Sorry to be all last minute on you. I know you must have had a riveting evening planned." One had to wonder why Blake teased Josie as much as she did.
"Good lord...did you buy out the store?" Josie asked playfully. "And yeah, totally riveting, as you can see," she said in a deadpan voice.
"Yeah. I told the guy that was serving me that we were having a slumber party with like, six other girls, just to explain why I got so much. You should have seen the look on his face." She chuckled, looking over to the couch with a raised eyebrow. "What would you do without me in your life?"
Josie couldn't help but laugh at the idea of some dude freaking out because of the idea of Blake running out of there with pints and pints of ice cream. "And I'd probably be epically bored or something." Or asleep. Whatever.
Blake snickered as she started unpacking the bags, setting aside stuff that she KNEW Josie liked the most, and popping the rest of it in the freezer/fridge. "Probably. Plus, now would be a good time to talk about wedding prep stuff AND about how I plan to get you to leave this apartment at some point, ya hermit."
Josie grabbed up one of the pints of rocky road that Blake had set aside, grabbing a spoon out of a drawer and pulling one out for Blake as well. "I do leave this apartment. I go to work five days a week, remember?" she pointed out.
Blake had picked out a Chocolate Fudge Brownie pint for herself and took the spoon from Josie with a surprising 'thank you'. "And then you come BACK to this apartment, which was where I was leading with that. You need to SOCIALIZE more, and damn if I'm not gonna make you do it."
"Welcome," Josie said quickly. "And I get it. I'm a hermit when I'm not at work. How are YOU gonna fix that?"
"By skanking you up and forcing you to go to A2 with me?" Blake replied with an arched eyebrow as she took the lid off her ice cream and spooned some in her mouth. "You know I'll do it."
"God...I skank up horribly," Josie said with a roll of her eyes. She opened up the ice cream and spooned out some, popping it into her mouth. "Why do you want to torture me?"
"Because I'm a sadistic bitch?" Blake giggled and moved over to the couch, plopping down on it. "Or maybe I think someone as beautiful and wonderful as you shouldn't stay cooped up in this apartment all the damn time."
"You are a sadistic bitch," Josie said with a smirk. She sat down on the sofa beside her. "You may have a point on the last part though. I'm just...not as vivacious as some."
"Honey, senior citizens have a more active social life than you," Blake teased, spooning another mouthful of ice cream into her mouth. "We'll do the skanking thing next week, I promise you that. For now, I am content hanging and fore-feeding you ice cream."
Josie snorted. "GOD I'm not that bad," she said about the senior citizen remark. "And you really have no idea how badly I skank up, you know."
"Yeah, well. As a living doll, you don't get any say in the matter," Blake replied. She was very odd when it came to complimenting people about their looks, wasn't she?
Josie rolled her eyes. "Fine. I'll let you trollop me up and drag me out," she said playfully. "You happy?"
"IMMENSELY," Blake replied, giving Josie a wickedly triumphant grin. "I knew that you'd give in eventually."
"Yeah, whatever," Josie said, trying to sound curmudgeonly but not *quite* pulling it off.