[ Go to the Bar, they said. It will be fun, they said. ] + [ dontmess-withdamien ]
“Guess ya can say that, but our relationship is purely friendship,” he said, that cocky smile growing ever wider. A little sooner than he thought, they managed to reach the front door of the building. It didn’t take too long for them to get inside, and to his floor. It was a good thing the elevator still functioned that late at night - or rather, early in the morning. His apartment was small and cozy, but quite dirty since he rarely cleaned up for himself. “Take the couch, dude,” he said, quickly plopping down on the bed, face planting right on the pillow. He wasn’t sleeping quite yet, but he was close to succumbing to slumber.
{ ♔ } - - - - - “What the hell? Of course it’s only until friendship; I’d hate to be enemies with you.” she answered, rolling her brown hues at him. Following his lead, they finally reached his apartment sooner than she thought. Thank God an elevator existed or she’d be bloody tired by the time they reached his door. Upon entering, she had no second thoughts and went ahead for the couch, plopping down on it; it would suffice, she was no spoiled brat if something. “Cool.” she blurted out, scanning the room. Her eyes followed him until he fell on the bed and she believed that that was the signal for her to sleep as well. Pushing away stuff from the couch, she lied on it, squirming for a comfortable position as she waited for sleep to claim her.
