Thread: Twice the Fun (Lady Jace x ChrisGabriel)

Today was the first day. Not of university, that had been some two years ago, not even of the semester. She had one full week before that annoyance reared its head. No, it was going to be her first day of having flatmates. Of course, Abigail had planned on having flatmates since she had prodded her parents into letting her buy this particular apartment, though it was more of a converted warehouse than anything. It was, at the heart, a studio setup with two large windows pointing out toward the campus, though she mostly kept the curtains drawn over them. On either side was a door, leading to what was essentially two separate apartments. Her own was on the the right, with her bathroom connected to both the hallway and her bedroom. The other, a similar setup with an extra area for a small kitchen, had been intended to give her some company. At least, company was her nice name for it. In exchange for her offering an absurdly low rent, they would be her personal maids. However, today was the first day. That meant she still had no personal maids to speak of. What she did have was a large apartment that had been hidden from view for almost two months. It was impossible to describe how one let everything slip when you lived alone. Therefore, it was a mad dash to make sure the place was presentable. After all, no one respected someone who lived like a slob. The entire main kitchen, which took up a corner of the studio area, had already been cleaned. The large carpet that took up a good portion of the wooden floor had been vacuumed. Almost all clothing had been collected and put somewhere it belonged. Abigail found herself diving for the last pair of underwear that had somehow ended up under the couch when the buzzer sounded. With little choice, she shoved the underwear into the pocket of her pants, moving quickly to the kitchen to check her reflection in the front of the refrigerator. Her hands quickly began to comb through her black hair, the smell of dye floating gently to her nose. She had made sure it was properly colored a day before, having no desire for a bit of blonde to poke through. Her makeup, thankfully was intact, her dark eye shadow still drawn into neat cat eyes. Her red tank top, which had a generously low neckline to show off her not-so-generously endowed chest, managed to hide her tattoos for the moment, though her black denim shorts and red stockings only managed to obscure the details of the one running down her leg. It was strange to think that she was going to be opening the door for a pair of strangers and offer them a space in her home. The pair of twins, which was essentially the only thing she knew about them, had contacted her via email almost a month ago. They had turned down offers to come inspect the area before they moved in, saying it was too far to travel. For all she knew, Abigail was about to open the door for a pair of big strong men, ready to crash in and take advantage of her. Or worse, a pair of pock faced teens who had never graduated from the ugly duckling stage of their lives. She held her breath as opened the door. All at once, that same breath came crashing out of her. They were perfect. She had to have them.