Thread: A Royal Catastrophe (Mali and Quix)

Only when he cleared up the confusion about the caffeinated drinks, there was a moment of small regret but that quickly washed away as she enjoyed the tea. It was too delicious to really care that she had taken his drink instead of the coffee. Besides, once it was in her tummy, the caffeine in her system, what was she supposed to do? Barf it back up? It certainly wont taste the way it did going down. Her shower was most refreshing. She certainly felt a bit more alive afterward. What with stealing sips of her tea while she showered and letting the hot water erase the stains of yesterday, she felt like she could muster up enough strength to face the day. She probably soiled her bandage on her wound but it didnt hurt as bad as it did last night. It was just a bit sore but the hot water was like a balm to it more than she would have expected. After, she wrapped the cotton towel around her slender frame, tucking the end of it into the front, pumping up her cleavage a bit as she did so. It looked just like a strapless dress, but very form fitting, very short and not at all a dress. She pulled her wet blonde hair into a messy ponytail with the only hair tie she did have and walked out, mug in hand so she could sip from it, her undergarments in her other hand. There she found Ben and her little propositions certainly seemed to be accepted but otherwise not needed. Her lips twitched in repressing a smile, instead forming into a smirk. Well you know, in for a penny, in for a pound She mused. After all he already thinks Im a hooker . Itd be absolutely horrible to deprive him of the knowledge that you really gave me a rough wham-bam-thank-you-maam. For certainly, her mood was a lot better than it was last night. It was surprising since she didnt get much sleep at all, plagued with the images of her deceased mother and the man she killed, but it was amazing what a shower and some caffeine could do. The puffiness and redness in her eyes were gone, so were the dark circles. Besides, I was so hoping to be the Vivian to your Edward. Waggling her eyebrows, her tone was slightly sarcastic but at least her mood was good enough. Still, he declined and didnt seem to hold much of a grudge to the fact she took his tea. Poor, stuffy, old Brit had to probably drink American coffee, something she was sure he wasnt too accustomed to. He gave her shoulder a squeeze and she could only nod her head. Thank you. She stepped away from him and looked back at him as he disappeared into the bathroom. Once the door was shut, she placed her mug of tea down on the table and dropped the towel. She put her bra on and flipped her panties inside out to get proper use of them before they would be too dirty to wear and proceeded to pull her clothes back on, minus the shirt she wore underneath her plaid button down since it was too stained and matted with her blood. Turning, she buttoned up the plaid shirt when her gaze flew to the broadcast on the television that was never shut. Her hands froze at the buttons when she saw her name flashing. Looking around, Sky saw a remote and she turned up the volume. Her legs gave out as she sat back down on the bed, her eyes wide as she listened to the broadcast. They were searching for her. There was a twisted implication that she had caused the murders and it was also identified that her mother was found at their home, shot in the head. A picture appeared of her mother. She was smiling broadly, a beautiful smile that clearly showed she was definitely Skys mother. Even though her mother was a brunette and Sky a blonde, it was clear that she definitely took after her mother in beauty. Tears sprang to her eyes and silently rolled down her cheeks. Quickly wiping away the tears, she shook her head and glanced up, seeing Ben out from the bathroom. Clearing her throat, she stowed away her emotion, that is until he brought up the idea of changing her hair. Untying her hair, the moist blonde locks tumbled down her back and she pursed her lips. My mom was a brunette. Id look just like her. She brought her hand to her hair, tangling a wet lock around her finger and released it slowly. We should probably go with red. She said softly. I dont mind cutting it. She seemed soemotionless as she said it though. Finishing buttoning up her shirt, she moved to the TV and turned it off, throwing the remote on the table, barely containing her emotions but trying to. Sitting down on the bed, her hair tumbled over her shoulder as she pulled her socks and shoes on and once she was ready, Sky stood and downed the rest of her tea. She wiped her mouth in the most unladylike way and looked to him. Can we go now?