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Xaila stumbled down into the kitchen, drowsy as all hell and looking a borderline hot mess in teal plaid skinny jeans and a big garishly bright mulberry sweater, the look barely saved by the sweater being both off the shoulder and appealingly curve hugging. She apparently forgot to slap on some makeup, because the dark circles under her eyes were darker than a Nigerian’s backside. And her hair? Tore up from the floor up.
Deenie and Ju were the first to see Xai in her terrible disarray. Ju knowingly raised a brow, but decided to keep mum while Deenie decided to take a much more vocal approach.
“What in da hale happened to you? You look like Steve Urkel and lawnmower decided to do you up today,” she quipped while finishing up cooking breakfast for the three of them now. Figuring Xai probably needed it, she quickly spooned a bowl full of grits that had been warming on the stove and handed it to Xai, who barely grabbed, almost covering her sweater in home cooking.
“Huh? What? Oh… I’m just tired…” she answers in a hoarse, sleepy voice. Ju now has both eyebrows raised, her lips pursed in mild interest, and low hum emitting from them. She takes a stab at a sausage link while waiting to see if Xai gave up anymore info. Sadly, Xai just sits her ass down at the table with her grits and a spoon and goes for the sugar. Deenie snorts at that unfortunate sad sack of an excuse, and pretty much says so; “How come I don’t believe you?”
“No one said you had to,” replies Xai, who’s voice seems to be slightly slurred now. Ju clucks her tongue, and just stands up from the table and walks to the fridge, pulling out the bottle of orange juice, as well as the Absolut. Leaning back against the counter, Deenie turns her questioning to Ju, “Girl, its not even nine yet, you already fixin’ to drank?!” Ju nods in the affirmative and gets a glass, “Pretty much. Besides. I'mma need this shit in five… four… three…”
Xaila’s head, which was bobbing precariously between being up and down, has allowed gravity to throw the deciding card; it seems today that down was the better direction and she promptly lands face first into her bowl of grits. The epitome of ladylike snores coming from her mouth a milisecond before landing. Deenie drops her own spoon in momentary shock, but then falls out laughing at the sight. The fall into food didn’t even phase all that much Xai either. She remained soundly asleep while Ju just quietly moves back to the table with her goodies, pouring herself a moderate amount of juice, and then a ridiculous amount of vodka. While sipping, she reaches down into her purse and pulls out an air horn can. “Better cover your ears, two… one,” is all the warning Deenie gets before she hits the button, sending out a piercing honk throughout the kitchen and probably part of the house. Deenie slaps her hands to her ears, but that doesn’t do much to muffle the sounds of a point-blank air horn, and she winces.
But the effect Ju was going for appears in that Xai jumps, head swishing upwards while she slides backwards from the table in her chair. “Huh!? Wha… what happened!?” She yelps, not exactly realizing she’s partially covered in lukewarm Southern food. Deenie, about to mockingly inform her housemate of her fashion (and culinary) faux pas gets the ‘STFU’ hand gesture from Ju.
“So…” Ju starts, sipping her morning drank a bit longer before continuing, “White boi knows how to put it on you… hmm?” Her expression telling Xai that no matter what excuse she gave -her-, the truth was out. Might as well fess up.
Xai makes a strangled yelp and her face (what was visible beyond grits and nappy hair) darkened in a blush at Ju’s statement and its sisterly stare of 'can’t lie to me’. This certainly seemed to wake her up. Squirming uncomfortably for a moment, but stopping long enough to slap away Deenie-the-Hyenie, who started to prod her in the tits, “Out with it chile, I need to hear this. Is that why you came home so late?!”
“And without panties on may I add? I was up and saw your barebacked miniskirted ass try to sneak in, remember?” Ju finishes her drink in a few more sips, while Xai groans, looks around the room while shoving her fingers in her hair. “Okay okay… m-maybe I wasn’t working… but getting worked -on-… maybe. MAYBE!”
Deenie gapes at her friend and roomie, then grabs her by the shoulders and shakes her, “Details! Details now!” Xai screams and shakes her head, “Hell no! I want y'all to forget I even said anything!” Ju smirks, and fixes herself yet another drink, pointing the glass at Xai, “Hun you got a lil’ something…” And then she points around her mouth before putting the glass to it and drinking again. Shoving off Deenie, Xai wipes at her mouth, quickly… pulling off most of the grits, but leaving plenty on. Ju hides her growing smirk behind the glass still, nodding when Xai turns to her again. Deenie opens her mouth to say something, but shuts it again after Ju’s look.
“Uh… err… yeah. So! Since we’ve all agreed to forget this-” Starts Xai, only to be interrupted by Deenie, “No we didn’t! I wanna know who it is, since Ju seems to know already! Clue me in, dammit I demand it!” Instead of an answer in the verbal sense, Xai declares the conversation over by edging out of her chair while her roomies just stare at her, waiting for a more concrete answer than a few manic chuckles. It sadly never comes as Xai just shoots from the chair before they can get her to quit stalling, claiming its time to go and is out of the house with her bag and all in minutes.
Deenie and Ju sit there in the kitchen a moment. Ju puts her glass down and just laughs. Loud and a bit cruelly too. Deenie looks at her now, as if she’s the one gone crazy, but Ju then innocently adds… “I knew she’d run. Why do you think I let her walk out of the damn house covered in grits? That’ll learn her.” Deenie’s eyes and lips both grow large and round before she falls down into the recently vacated chair and laughs her own ass off too.
“She’s gon kill you, you know,” Deenie states, after the laughter was done. Ju gets one last snort in before stating, “She can fuckin’ try. She can fuckin’ try.”