"Jesus Jessica. We'll go on a bar crawl she said, it'll be fun she said. Oh yeah, this is just fricking swell. I'm stood in a damn Irish bar in a grass skirt and a coconut bra. Dick."
The blonde glared at her friend and much loved roommate with more distaste than a teacher regarding inappropriate behaviour, and said friend merely laughed at Lola's rather blunt outburst. Had she not been used to it, the frankness with which her opinion was delivered may have taken her by surprise. Waving her hand dismissively, the brunette smirked as she twiddled her straw in the strong blue liquid that adorned her glass.
"Calm down darling. It's a blast. Take your hoody off. Don't be such a priss."
As the roomate started to tug at her friends clothing, she fell victim to a swift, but gentle shove.
"This is verging on assault right here."
"Take it off. Or we will be dealing with an assault, and that face is far too pretty for fighting."
With a roll of her enigmatic green eyes, Lola disapprovingly removed her bulky college hoody. The young woman was by no means a prude. She was in fact a little hard to handle after a few drinks, but she was quite reserved when it came to dressing up and flaunting it. Especially in a coconut bra. She felt far more comfortable in a pair of chaps and riding boots.
"Just you wait until my birthday Jessica. You have no idea what is going to hit you."
As a dangerously satisfied smirk crossed the blondes features, she flicked a curious gaze around the crowded bar. Now she knew why she'd never been to Ireland.
The blonde glared at her friend and much loved roommate with more distaste than a teacher regarding inappropriate behaviour, and said friend merely laughed at Lola's rather blunt outburst. Had she not been used to it, the frankness with which her opinion was delivered may have taken her by surprise. Waving her hand dismissively, the brunette smirked as she twiddled her straw in the strong blue liquid that adorned her glass.
"Calm down darling. It's a blast. Take your hoody off. Don't be such a priss."
As the roomate started to tug at her friends clothing, she fell victim to a swift, but gentle shove.
"This is verging on assault right here."
"Take it off. Or we will be dealing with an assault, and that face is far too pretty for fighting."
With a roll of her enigmatic green eyes, Lola disapprovingly removed her bulky college hoody. The young woman was by no means a prude. She was in fact a little hard to handle after a few drinks, but she was quite reserved when it came to dressing up and flaunting it. Especially in a coconut bra. She felt far more comfortable in a pair of chaps and riding boots.
"Just you wait until my birthday Jessica. You have no idea what is going to hit you."
As a dangerously satisfied smirk crossed the blondes features, she flicked a curious gaze around the crowded bar. Now she knew why she'd never been to Ireland.