Should've Stayed Home ((Tak))

[Amber Keegan]

Amber was bustling around her kitchen cooking for maybe the first time in a few years. Ever since Tak and her had started attending classes at Fairview University, Tak had been taking care of the cooking. None of the other band mates could cook as far as she knew, but Tak was the best at it. Tonight, she had decided that she wanted to cook; pretty much a spur of the moment decision. Opening the crock pot she took a deep whiff and smiled. It smelled good. Running her hands over her jeans she turned and looked at the clock. Tak was probably going to be here any minute.

Moving into the tiny dining room that was attached to her kitchen, she started setting the table. Moving back over toward her cupboards, she opened up the door and debated what they should have to drink tonight. Beer had somehow become their favorite, but there was something sacrilegious about eating roast and drinking a beer; no, tonight they would drink wine whether Tak like it or not. After all, she did own his ass. It kind of felt like she was preparing for a date. The thought made her laugh. Her and Tak on a date? Yeah. That would go over well.

If this were in fact a date, she would have dressed up and actually made an effort. She had been sick for the past couple of days, so she was lounging around in her “bum” clothes as she called them. Looking over at the clock, she found herself growing a little antsy. Bambi hadn’t seen her best friend in a few days and was anxious to see him and catch up on a few things. Flopping down on her couch, she laid her feet down on the coffee table and crossed her legs at her ankles. Turning on the TV, she found the typical waste of life reality TV shows… She’d have to pop in a movie after dinner or something. There never seemed to be something good on anymore.

((Outfit))

[Tak Ki]

Tak had had a bad fucking day. All his customers had decided that they didn't like the way he made their coffee. One even threw his cup at Tak. His coworkers had to stop him from climbing over the counter and kicking the man's ass. He had been forced into the back until he calmed down. He had forgotten his cell phone so he couldn't text Amber about it. He had to go home and shower because the smell of coffee was making him gag. He got like this sometimes. When work got too much and he had been seeing too little of Amber, he got frustrated and downright bitchy. Once he had gotten done in the shower, he pulled on a wife beater, an old, broken in hoodie and a pair of loose fitting jeans. He put his shoes on, grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

Tak stopped on the way over to get flowers for Amber. She wouldn't be expecting them and well.. her suprised face would brighten what was a shittacular day. He ran his hand through his drying hair before shaking it out. He set them in the seat and sighed. He spoke slowly to himself in Korean, trying to get a handle on himself. He was going to see Amber. Amber was going to make this terrible day go far far away. Even if she just... smiled at him, he knew he would feel better.

Tak pulled up into the driveway of Amber's place. He stepped out and put the flowers behind his back. He had forgotten his bass in his rush to get over here so he hoped she wasn't wanting to get some work done. He could of gone back and gotten it, but the thought of going back and seeing his work clothes, reliving the coffee moment.. wasn't what he really wanted to do. So screw the damn thing. He knocked on the door and ran a hand over his hair. He put on his happiest face and waited for his best friend to open the door.

[Amber Keegan]

Bambi nearly catapulted herself into the ceiling when she heard the knock on her door. She hadn't been able to shake being sick so she was groggy still. Right before the knock on the door, she was drifting off to sleep. It wasn't like him to be late, but she completely understood. After all, everyone deserved the chance to be late every once in a while. God knows, punctuality wasn't one of her strong points. She was a firm believer in being fashionably late. The nice thing about her roast was that the longer it sat in the crock pot the better, so it wasn't like he was harming anything by being... She glanced over at the clock... five minutes late.

Pushing herself off of the couch, she stretched and yawned, attempting to work off the sleep. Practically running to the door, she opened it and smiled. "Well, if it isn't my favoritest Asian ever!" she all but jumped into his arms and gave him a huge hug. Holding him there for a moment, she just savored the feeling of being back in his arms. Tak always had a comforting effect on her. Generally, she was bouncing off of the walls, but he was the only person that could keep her grounded. They had been best friends since they were in seventh grade… Hell, Tak even had her name tattooed on his butt cheek. That was some serious dedication.

Kissing his cheek, she pulled back and looked at him. “Come on in, sunshine! I made roast!” She allowed him to pass and closed the door behind him. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the flowers. “Uh oh, did you go all romantic on me, you fruit?” she teased, arching an eyebrow.

[Tak Ki]

Tak laughed and shook his head. He instantly felt better as soon as he heard her voice. He hugged her one handed and shooed her inside. He didn't want her to see the flowers just yet. He shifted his weight, feeling the tiniest bit awkward. He always did, but hell.. he had been in love with her for a long time. He just.. never said anything because he knew she didn't feel the same. He sighed and offered them to her. Long stemmed roses. "Yea.. I had a shitty day at work and I thought the smile you'd get when you saw these.. would make it worth having a guy burn me with a twelve dollar cup of fuckin coffee."

Tak got a good glimpse of her and nodded. "Sick, huh? Are you sure roast will be okay for your stomach? I mean.. do you want me to make you some soup?" He had never had Amber's cooking as far as he could remember and he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to. He'd humor her. Who knew, maybe he'd only have to have his stomach pumped. He ushered her into the kitchen and took her flowers. He pulled a vase from one of the higher shelves and began fixing the flowers for water. He turned and smiled at her. "I missed you, Sa rang." Ah, Tak's pet name for her. He had never told her what it meant and he never thought he would. No, that was something personal for him.

Tak sniffed the air and smirked. He finished fixing the flowers and set them on the dining room table. He walked back into the kitchen and opened the crockpot, sniffing it. He tilted his head to the side and eyed Amber. "Are you sure you cooked that, Bambi? I mean.. it smells edible!" He grinned and got ready to fend her off.

[Amber Keegan]

Bambi eyed the roses before throwing her hand to her mouth. She didn’t realize that they were roses! Especially not long stem. Wow. That was… probably the nicest thing that anyone had ever done for her. Moving toward him, she wrapped her hand around the base of the roses and looked up at him. She pouted when he said that a man threw a cup of coffee on him. “Oh, Tak.” she gave him a small smile. He was always such a sweetie. Someday, he’d make a chick one happy lady. Leaning forward, she gave him a small chaste kiss on the lips. “Thank you, babe!” she said, giving him another small hug.

Pulling her hood up over her head, she shuffled her feet. “Yeah, no, the roast will be fine. I’m just getting over it. Do I really look that bad?” She didn’t much like the idea of Tak knowing instantly that she was sick because she looked like shit. Actually, she wanted to look better than shit… By like, a lot. Looking like crap just wasn’t an option for her, and if he knew that she was sick just by one glance, than she must look absolutely horrid.

Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a happy smile. “I missed you too! More than you could imagine.” she said, moving toward him again and giving him a big hug. It wasn’t easy for her to be away from Tak. For a long time people thought that they were dating, solely for the fact that they were inseparable. It wasn’t until they started college that they started getting really affectionate, and openly so. In high school they would always hug and occasionally hold hands, but the kissing was relatively new to them. Actually, Tak was one of the only guys that she had in her life that she hadn’t made out with before. It was strange, but at the same time it made all of the sense in the world.

Laughing, she moved to stand beside Tak. Waiting for a few seconds, she gave him a sneaky smile before rabbit punching him in the ribs. “Just because I choose not to cook doesn’t mean that I can’t.” she stuck her tongue out. “Yes, I cooked it. Now sit down!” she said, pushing him into a chair. Grabbing his plate, she gave him a generous helping of the roast as well as some potatoes and carrots. She did the same for herself. Setting both plates down on the table, she went over to the wine rack that her mother had donated… quite a bit to. Picking out one of her favorite red wines, she poured her glass. Holding up the bottle, she pointed at it and arched an eyebrow, silently asking him if he wanted any.

[Tak Ki]

[We're gonna pretend that this is what Tak was wearing the entire time. ]

Tak laughed and shook his head. He kissed her back with a duck of his head. "Short ass. You need to date a midget so you know how I feel!" He grinned and winked at her. He knew he needed to reassure her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and shook his head. "You don't look bad at all, Sa rang. I just know you really well." He smiled and nosed her head. "I think you forget how well I know you sometimes." He winked at her as he settled down at the table.

Tak was used to the affection Amber gave him. When he went without seeing her, he began to crave it. It had always been there for him in spirit and real. He winced as she punched him before laughing slightly. "Yea yea. You'd just rather me do all the work, huh? Lazy bum." He settled in the chair and leaned back. He watched her plate his food with some measure of amusement. He let his eyes fall to her ass before flicking back up to her face before she saw him eyeing her.

Tak leaned up and peered at the food. He poked it with his finger before smiling at her. "Looks fantastic, Sa rang." He picked up his fork and before he could dig in, she offered him wine. He grinned and nodded. "Of course." He bit into a carrot and considered it. He swallowed and waited a moment as if seeing if something would happen. "... yep! I didn't die! Huzzah!" He wiggled the remaining carrot on the fork and winked at her. "It's really quite good, Bambi."

[Amber Keegan]

Shaking her head, she bit down on the inside of her cheek. “You know what, it’s not my fault my biological father was a lawn gnome.” she fired back. Muttering under her breath she said, “Sad thing is that the lawn gnome has more personality than my dad.” Apparently, Tak felt as though he needed to comfort her. His arms snaked around her waist. Instinctively she leaned against him and rested her hand on his arm. She laughed lightly. “Yeah… I know that you know me that well, but still… I want you to think that I’m damn good looking all of the time. My ego needs to be stroked even more than normal now that I’m getting over being sick.” she teased.

Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes. “No, I’m willing to do the dishes when you cook. You always seem to forget that one.” she looked up at him, and smiled affectionately. “I just prefer to not have to put myself through this every night. For some reason, it seems as though you like cooking. That’s why I never stop you. Hell, you’re a better cook than I am anyway. I’d rather eat someone that you’ve spent the entire day sweating over than what I’ve cooked.” she winked.

Pouring his glass, she sat down and made herself comfortable. Sighing as she sat down, she kicked her flip flops off. Cradling the glass of wine, she looked over at Tak, seemingly weighing something. Smirking, she pushed her feet into his lap, and leaned back in her chair watching him as he took the first bite. Rolling her eyes, and nodding as though warning him she chuckled as he commented that he didn’t die from her cooking. “Mhm.” she said, taking a sip of her wine. Stretching she smiled over at him. “Thanks.” she smiled before digging in herself.

“Holy shit, you know what I just realized? We’ve known each other for… ten or eleven years and you have never had my cooking!”

[Tak Ki]

Tak nuzzled her head and laughed. He let go of her gently. "No, my dear. You never stop looking absolutely fantastic. Even when you're sick. I remember that one time I had to take care of you when you had like... the plague." He smirked at her. "You were pretty even then. But I have to admit.. you're far more stunning today." He put his hands on her hips and waggled his eyebrows at her. "I'd let you eat Korean tonight." He laughed and shook his head. He kissed her temple and swatted her bum before moving on.

Tak smiled at Amber and eyed her feet for a moment. He shook his head and wrapped ran his free hand up and down her feet. Tak laughed at Amber and shook his head. "Nope. Never had your cooking until now. I think that even if you had tried to get me to eat it, I would of found some way out of it." He smirked at her and continued to rub her feet gently. He set his fork down and took a sip of wine. He eyed it approvingly before smiling at Amber. "Nice year, dear. My compliments." He took another drink before setting it down and picking up his fork again.

Tak couldn't help but feel right at home here. He was with his best friend, eating her actually not half bad cooking and teasing her all the while. It was a good day in his book. He finished his food and rubbed her feet before setting them down on the ground. He stood and stretched. He washed his hands before grabbing his and her glass of wine and refilling them. He set hers beside her before sitting back at his seat, offering his lap. "So what did you have, Sa rang?"

[Amber Keegan]

Bambi laughed. “It wasn’t the plague you jerk! It was Mono!” She cringed as she thought about how sick she was. Of course, she was very lucky to have Tak there, otherwise she would have gone absolutely postal. Well, maybe not postal, but she definitely would have had cabin fever. Mono is terrible. Never get it. “D’aw.” she said, resting a hand on his cheek and gently patting it. Tak had a way with words. It made her wonder even more why he didn’t have a girlfriend. It never seemed as though he was look either. She had a gay-dar, so she knew that he wasn’t gay. Maybe he was just waiting for a nice Korean girl to come along. After all, his parents opinions of his relationships did matter. At least, to a certain extent. She snorted, “Here I was just thinking that you were a true romantic, and how any girl would be lucky to have you and then you pull a typical male. Nice, Tak. Real nice.” she teased, playfully pushing his shoulder. Yeah, well, Tak also had his moments where he thought with his other head. She loved him for it. She really genuinely did. It was always good for a few laughs and a big smile.

When Tak began rubbing her feet, she audibly moaned. If your feet felt good, your entire body felt good, and Tak was making sure that she felt great. It was almost impossible for her to enjoy her own cooking when he was massaging her, but right now, she didn’t mind. Maybe later she’d ask him for a back rub. She never knew that he was this good at it. Smirking, she shook her head. “Oh, you have such little faith in me.” she said, with a faux pained tone to her voice.

Taking another sip of her wine, she nodded. “Thanks. Yeah, my mother bought it for me… I think that bottle…” she said, looking over at the wine rack. “I think that was a house warming present.” she smirked. “Oh! Also, ma says hi.” she smiled at him. Her mother had always loved the shit out of Tak. She used to tell her that she should marry him, and get it over with. Of course, those jokes haven’t been cracked since she turned eighteen. That was probably because her mother knew that she would do it out of spite if she continued saying it. There was nothing wrong with… marrying Tak if they ever got to that point… but, her mother just didn’t want her to get married too young. That’s how her parents had gotten into the mess that they were currently in.

Bambi watched as Tak got up and washed his hands. She wanted to crack a joke about how her feet weren’t gross, but she knew that he would not wash his hands out of spite and she’d regret it later. Taking her now refilled glass thankfully she smiled. “So how are you fairing financially? I mean… paying for the apartment by yourself?” She bit down on the inside of her cheek. She wasn’t the type of girl that would ask for help quite often, and when she needed help she would beat around the bush. It had been a consideration for a while, getting a roommate. Who would be the best match for her? Tak, of course. They had never lived together before, but hell, she was sure that they could make it work. They were such good friends that it was literally impossible to push them apart from each other.

Shrugging, she ran a hand through her hair. “Just… a nasally thing.” she said, shrugging.

[Tak Ki]

"Mono, plague, whatever. You were sick as hell. And I took care of you." He smiled and shook his head. "I missed all that school with you too. My parents shat themselves when they found out. Oh what good times those were." He shook his head and smiled at her. "Oh, Sa rang, I am a romantic kinda guy. Your ass is just a nice target." He grinned wickedly at her. He leaned down and eyed her. He kissed her nose and wrinkled his. He so enjoyed these moments with Amber. Just the two of them like it always was before. It was great with the band too, but time with Amber was special to him. It always had been and probably always will be.

Tak laughed at her and shook his head. "I didn't know you liked getting your feet rubbed, Bambi. I'll remember that later." He smirked at her and shook his head. He drank from the glass and nodded. He grinned at her. "Tell Ma I said I love her and I'm trying to keep you an honest woman. I need to get her phone number from you so I can call her on occassion and chatter." Tak loved Bambi's mom just as much as she loved him. He'd always be embaressed by the marrying jokes, but you get used to them after a while. He shook his head and laughed.

After he got the wine, Tak got comfortable in the seat, just enjoying the moment with Amber. He listened to her question and tilted his head. He smiled. "Do you need help, Sa rang? I'd be glad to move in." He knew her too well. "My lease is almost up anyways and I hate the place. And I could be here to make sure you stayed out of trouble for the most part. And I could cook for you every night." He paused and considered. "Though you'd have to get used to me walking around naked." He nodded seriously, but the look in his eye told a different story. "I'm a nudist, you see."

Tak nodded and stood. "Nasal, eh?" He walked behind Amber and began massaging her temples and face, gently pressing on it to relieve any left over tension. He paused to drink the rest of his wine and set it aside. "You should go put on some shorts and I'll give you an entire body massage.. and not even make you sleep with me first." He grinned at her and kissed her cheek. "Well.. tip IS required, but.." He gave her a devious smile.

[Amber Keegan]

Smiling affectionately at the memory, she chuckled. “Honestly, your parents flipping shit is never news.” she shrugged. Bambi wished that she could get along with his parents the way that he got along with her mother, but she knew the chances of that happening were slim to none. His parents hated her for being an American… As stupid as that was. She had been worrying about it for over ten years now. It was about time that she stopped giving a shit. Snorting, she rubbed her nose against his. “Tak, my ass isn’t big enough for it to be a target.” she laughed.

“Mm, I get more?” she asked, excitedly. Wiggling her toes, she leaned back in the chair sipping her wine happily. Good company, good food, good wine and massages, this was turning out to be better than any bar night, ever. Of course, she probably wouldn’t admit that out loud. There was no point in inflating Tak’s ego… At least, more than it already was. Laughing outright, she ran a hand through her hair. “Honest woman? How exactly are you planning on doing that? And how in the hell have you been keeping me an honest woman? I have no ring on my finger!” she said, indignantly, folding her arms. She made a mental note to text her mother Tak’s number so that she could harass him as much as she harassed her.

Shifting uncomfortably, she locked eyes with Tak. It was her silent way of telling him, “Yes, I know that you know me very well, but there are times that you’re supposed to pretend that you don’t to avoid me being embarrassed.” Smiling, she shook her head. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked, Tak.” she winked, tapping her finger tips on the table. “But yes, please be my roomie, bestie?” she asked. “But don’t expect to keep me out of trouble. Honestly, I see us getting in a lot of trouble spending that much time together.” she laughed, draining the rest of her glass.

Sighing happily, she leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. Tak’s hands were almost like magic. If he kept this up, she might never let him go home. Opening one eye, she looked up at him. “Get the fuck out of my head.” she laughed. She had just been thinking about how she wanted a full body massage. “Only shorts? I’m not permitted a bra or anything?” she laughed. Of course, she knew the response, but it was always fun to play stupid for a while.

[Tak Ki]

Tak shook his head with a smile. "I will, I will." He laughed and shook his head. "We could get a better place if we both chipped in. If you're not too attatched to this place." He smiled at her. He knew he embaressed her a lot, but he never did it on purpose. She beat around the bush, he forged through it. They were opposites in many ways, but it always seemed to work for them. She was bouncy and he was stoic when they were apart from each other, but when they were together? They were two different people. It had always been that way. They were more their true selves when they were together. Tak enjoyed that and he thought he'd enjoy seeing Amber every day. He'd have to keep his Korean to a minimum, though.

Tak leaned forward and looked from left to right. "If you get to see me naked...?" He laughed and shook his head. He leaned back and smiled brightly. "Oh ancestors.. this is going to be a trip, I think." He shook his head. He smiled at her. "I'll enjoy seeing you every day again, though. Even if I come home cranky from bitchy people wanting coffee and bitchy professors wanting papers." He shrugged and smiled at her. "If you think you can handle me bein here, I'm all for it, Sa rang."

Tak leaned down and nommed on her hair. "But but! Your brain is a tasty place to be! It's full of wonderment and shiny things!" He grinned and shrugged. "I'll do it naked, if you want." He laughed and shook his head. "The less clothes, the better really. I'll be able to really get into your muscles that way." He let go of her shoulders and leaned back. "Mmm.." He chuckled and stretched. "I'll set up in the den if you go get properly dressed." He stood and gathered the wine and their glasses. He kissed her lightly and padded for the den. He began grabbing things from her bathroom and different places. He swore he knew her place better than his own.

[Amber Keegan]

Returning his smile, she shook her head. Despite the fact that Tak embarrassed her a lot, she still had never gotten used to it. It almost always felt like he was able to read her mind, when she hadn’t the faintest idea as to what he was thinking. Someday, she’d have to learn to read him better than she already could. Out of everyone that knew him, she was the only one that could guess in the right ball park, but that wasn’t enough for her. Tak seemed to be able to guess what she was thinking down to the profanity that was used in her thoughts. It wasn’t fair that he was able to see so much of her that she didn’t want to be seen, yet she didn’t have a clue as to what he could possibly be thinking. Shaking the thought out of her head, she shrugged. “No, I’m not too terribly attached to this place… I have about four more months left on this lease… So, if you want we can save up for a newer and nicer place…” she shrugged, and began picking at the table top. It was an older table that was passed down to her from her grandmother. It was falling apart. They would have to talk about what furniture they were going to get rid of and what they were going to keep… Two apartments worth of furniture stuffed into one? Psh, bad idea.

Winking at Tak, she rested her hands on her stomach feeling very full. “Yes, I think it will be.” she laughed in response to him swearing to his elders. “See, but now when you get home from those long miserable days you have someone to cuddle with!” she straightened and grinned at him. There was no point in denying that she was a very affectionate person. Sometimes it threw people off, but Tak always took it in stride. She dare say that he even enjoyed it when she was affectionate with him. Bambi hated seeing Tak upset, and would do anything in her power to make him happy; of course, it didn’t take much. He was always a rather smiley guy around her. Laughing lightly, she nudged him under the table with her foot. “I haven’t been seeing enough of you lately. I can handle having you here all of the time. If worse comes to worse, we can have nights designated to just you having the apartment, or just me.” she shrugged.

Slapping her hands to the back of her head, she made a little squealing noise. “No brain nommings!” she said in an uncharacteristically cute voice. How did Tak do that? Bring out the cute side of her? That was supposed to be the side that no one ever got to see, yet he brought it out effortlessly. Yeah, Tak is a jerk. Clearly. Shooting him a strange look, she smirked. Well, if he wanted to rub her down in the buff that would be fine by her… but, she thought that it might give both of them the wrong idea… You know, with both of them being naked and whatnot. Standing up, she stretched and moved toward her bedroom. “Alright. Give me a few.” Closing the door behind her, she decided that she was just going to wear her bikini and a skirt. That way, she didn’t have to expose the girls to him… Despite the fact that Tak may be completely fine with being naked in front of her, she still had her reservations. Her body was something personal that she only wanted to share with someone as she was about to crawl in bed with them. Not a second before.

Slinking out into the living room, she folded her arms and smiled warmly at Tak. “I know, I’m a tad overdressed. Actually, if you want, we can do this in the bedroom?” she asked, pointing in her bedrooms general direction. “The bed is way bigger than the couch.” It never really dawned on Bambi what exactly she was implying. Then again, it was safe to say that she was absolutely oblivious. She just thinks that Tak is an insanely good friend… but doesn’t realize that good friends don’t generally come over with flowers, or offer to give you a full blown rub down because you’re getting over the sniffles. No, it was apparent to anyone that knew the both of them that Tak had feelings for her… Bambi was just kind of slow on the uptake.

[Tak Ki]

Tak chuckled and tilted his head. He watched her for a moment, just.. smiling. She was always so amusing to him. She'd get mad at him for knowing exactly what she was thinking. She was probably thinking that right now, but he'd let it slide. At least this time. He looked around and considered the place. It wasn't terrible, no, but he wasn't a fan. He chuckled and hit her hand. "Quit picking at that." Tak smiled fondly at the thought of getting snuggles every night from his best friend. "I'd like snuggling with you every night. It'd give my hand a rest." He snorted, laughing softly. "Do you think I could get sick of your pretty face, Sa rang?" He tilted his head and smirked.

Tak laughed and ruffled her hair. He tilted her head back and kissed her forehead. "Oh, but your brain is so tasty, Bambi." He grinned. "All those chemicals you put in your hair have perfectly preserved your brain so it'll never go bad. It's like a twinkie!" He laughed and shook his head. He nodded to her. When she returned there were candles everywhere, lit and incense burning. He had set out some sheets for her to lay on. He looked up at her and smiled. "Of course. You'd be more relaxed there." He waved her in. "Go on and get in there and I'll be in in a few moments."

Tak grabbed all the stuff he had laid out and brought it back to her room. He set the wine on the night stand and the candles around the room. He relit them and placed the incense where it would fill the room. He tugged off his overshirt and rolled his undershirt's sleeves up. He slipped off his rings and bracelet. He pulled off his beanie and rubbed his hair, letting it shake out some. His hair had, thankfully, decided to behave that day and not go completely stick straight and fluffy. He pointed to the skirt with a smile. "That should come off. I can't get to your hips at all." He grinned at her and raised his hand. "I won't do anything dirty. Scout's honor." He paused for a moment. "Well.. if I HAD been in the Boy Scouts.." He chuckled and shook his head.

[Amber Keegan]

Turning sharply in her seat, she was fairly certain that she could have accidentally snapped her neck. “I think you and I have two completely definitions of what snuggling is!” she blushed. Tak, whether he knew it or not, was the only man in the entire world that could genuinely make her blush. Despite the fact that she was a party girl, and some pretty raunchy things left her mouth, she was still not used to Tak participating in said discussions. Well, no, she was used to it, just not used to the things that came out of his mouth. A part of her suspected that he did it all for the shock value. They were best friends after all. They had to have some things in common.

Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms across her stomach indignantly. “No, thank you, my brain is not like a twinkie. Piss off.” she pouted. Tak knew better than anyone that she didn’t put any chemicals in her hair outside of dyes. She was just very fortunate to have hair that liked to behave and do as she pleased whenever she wanted it to. Yeah, she was the ring-leader of good hair days. If she was having a good hair day, so were all of her friends. If she wasn’t… Their hair was terrible; funny parallel.

Shrugging at Tak’s request, she turned her back on him. Unbuttoning her skirt, she slid it down and threw it to the side. Climbing into bed, she laid down and made herself comfortable. Looking back at Tak, she gave him a cute smile. “Thanks for this by the way.” Reaching back, she untied the strings to the back of her bikini so he didn’t have to rub over them.