WHO: Andrea and Spike WHAT: He bothers her. What you think the sex would change that? Pfft! WHEN: Forward dated just a bit to after midnight, so, Oct 10, 2009. WHERE: Her bed room. Mind out of the gutter! Ratings: PG-13 -- R? STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
Andrea didn't really get many slow nights. But when she did? She couldn't help but to enjoy them. She had come in just after midnight tonight, as opposed to her typical three a.m. of patroling Lawrence for criminals. With nothing to do for some time now, and sleep not being an option she considered, she pulled out her many 'stay in' stuff. Opting out of reading for tonight, she selected a playlist on the music library on her computer and soon her apartment was filled with the soft violins de Música ranchera and the compelling guitars of marachi music. As a people, she might be grately biased, however, she believed that the Latin Americans had the best songs about love. And as much as she loved Latin Pop, she was ever one to have a soft spot for the traditional music genres; at least when it came to that part of her culture.
Despite all complete and utter denial to anyone who would ask, she had quite the romantic heart. If it hadn't been the music, then it would have been a romance novel. Yes, she knew what they said about romance novels and brain rotting. However, she was rather sure that her brain was as stubborn as the rest of her and would resist rotting. Besides. Everyone had a guilty pleasure. All of this? Was just the lighter side of her list of Andrea's Secrets: Not for Wholesale.
Humming softly along to the sexy as hell actors who had played the Tres Hermanos Reyes in a novela she had enjoyed, she padded barefoot to her dresser and selecting a purple nailpolish, before going to her kitchen and grabbing three small bags of Sour Cream and Cheddar.
Oh, yeah. This was going to be such a thrilling night. Not by most-okay, not by any-definition; nevertheless, she was planning on very much enjoying this night in.
Sitting back on her bed, she opened one of the bags, popped a few of the chips into her mouth and started on one of her big toes.