Thread: My shitty friends and their stupid psychic parties (SomethingEsoteric, YellowSmoke

She would be turning twenty-nine in two and a half months and what did she have to show for it? She had a loft apartment that had been in renovation for over three years now, she had a career regardless of what some people may have thought, she had two parents and a hoary pile of dust that still managed to shamble about called her grandma all three of them trying to set her up with a laundry list of men wrong for her for many reasons beyond the cock dangling between their legs, she had an ex life partner shed been with for near five years who at the best of times she doubted really respected her and at the worst of times she was sure had just stuck around out of ornery spite, just so she could laugh when her walls collapsed and she was shown it was all for not and well, there was something to be said about all that, nonsense but it still didnt quite solve the dilemma, figuring out what she had to show. Shed been mentioned in a few industry publications, shed had a handful of very prestigious accomplishments in rebranding, she had stock supplements and royalties sure, none were worth much just this minute but they would be and the pennies piled up, in time they would be bullion she liked to imagine, she was more or less banking her misplaced pride they would be. Well, one thing, she could certainly see that she had a beautiful woman trying to undress her in the main hall to the refurbished lofts of her neighbors. The building they all existed in was once a non-perishable food service plant the walls were lined with heritage window boxes that did not capture glimpses of the street outside but rather the many labels and products the factory once made and little plaques commemorating them, the floors were polished cement and iron girders still supported the pads above giving the hall a very industrial feel, the lingering scent of over-steamed greenery and tin cans still hanging listlessly in the air it wasnt traditional but it was home. My wants are a little more recent, She chuckled between nips at the womans neck and lips her hands busy with exploring every stitch and stretch of her lover-for-one-nights top. I think you knew that though. When first setting eyes on Maitreya all shed wanted was to be anywhere else but there in the coffee room with her, that changed of course over the last couple hours and it was impossible to admit shed not been drawn to her on many levels even as the initial resentments brewed and bubbled up to spill over her pot. A small shiver rattled her core when Maitreyas icy grip splayed along her flat stomach, a shaky breath vibrating up from her tummy to her shoulder. Cmon, you keep this up my neighbors are going to think less of me than they already do not that I really give a fuck. A lie. Her hand yanked Maitreyas pulling her from the crook theyd found for making out and toward an industrial elevator up to her loft only separated from the floors by a lattice wall of steel slats that spread and collapsed with the sweep of a handle. She pressed a white plastic button with a dull glow buzzing till her finger pulled off and returned to Maitreyas top. Tugging at her collar she pulled her in for one more lasting kiss, capturing her lip between her own and dragging her teeth along it as her head pulled back, returning Treyas lip to her with a little pop and a wink. This is me. The lattice slats pulled back as they reached yet another long cement and steel hall three heavy steel sliding doors like the sort one may find in an alley-way or work place were spaced a handful of meters apart, her own happening to be the one just before the elevator. A quick jumble of her keys and a grunt as she pressed her shoulder into the door to press it in, a brace of her legs and another swing had the door sliding open to allow them entry. The loft was nice by now, it had some room to go, but it was nice and it was Broke decidedly. The space around the bed on the far side of the industrial loft was closed in by a high flowing maroon curtain in an L to allow privacy but also allow enough light she didnt feel like she was waking up in a cave or a teens room with blankets and towels on the windows. As if it were an island in the middle of the large open space, a thick shaggy white area rug spoke of refuge with a sectional couch atop it and a coffee table a TV not far ahead just off the carpet on a stand, movies, music DVDs and CDs galore, surrounding the entertainment center along with a collection of modular couches set up in a wide U, beside the TV was a small mountain of still packed boxes of all varieties, fixtures, electronics, art supplies shed never used remaining from college along with promotional gifts from companies shed contracted under. On opposite sides of the space was a kitchen of sorts with splotches of paint in the back drop over cupboards, tile samples strewn about, assorted home dcor magazines clearly a work in progress, much like her storage solutions to the side of her beds divide, one large wardrobe with clothes pouring out of it every which way, laundry sacks hanging open no different. It had a ways to go but Brooke loved the space, it was the first thing in this world she could truly call hers beyond her work a rather impressive homage to that in the final corner beside a dry-wall enclosure that could only be assumed to be a washroom. A desk fit for two, with two ergonomic computer chairs, one with a large screened iMac before it, the other with two side by side HD screens hooked into an impressive PC tower, there was a wall of pantone swatches like the one on her shirt and many assorted jars of brushes, pencils, markers and other artistic utensils, and of course, a green gridded drafting table, several industry standard printing machines and a sprawling shelf that over the desks was lined with industry books and manuals as it spread further along the wall toward the entertainment center it became more like a portfolio or resume examples of her work, products shed branded, framed pictures and works of art from her years in school, the magazines shed been mentioned in, one final picture of her and Jacquelyn young and in love. Work in progress, She huffed out of an obligatory need to explain herself ironic for someone who claimed so profusely by attitude and sometime even words she didnt care. It wasnt the easiest space for passion, there were no walls to crash into, no stairs to stumble on and give up the trek to make love atop, just seemingly infinite space to list through till the salvation of bed or couch both just about as far from the door as the last. The apartment was dimly lit by tens of dying lightbulbs hanging from thick wires from the ceiling, what they didnt poorly illuminate glowed an off orange from street lamps outside the north and west wall both made up entirely of many hinged plate glass windows calcified from years of the elements without the old window-washers of yesteryear to tend to their face. Now can I get you a drink or, she started, sounding rather adult and formal only to shake her head and chuckle Ah fuck it. tossing off her jacket and kicking her wedges wherever theyd go, springing forward to tug at Maitreyas top as her door slide shut with a graining screech of rusting steel on cement.