Going out?

"Finish what... you're... Ok... now you're just putting me on, right." Viola laughed, feeling the slightly sticky feeling of Robin inside her as she stirred. He wanted to go AGAIN?

"I wish he was..." Lauren smirked, rolling to the side and digging through her drawer. "Welcome to my world, sweet Vee. Quick... what's the grossest fish you can thing of!"

"Uhm... I don't know..." Viola stammered, "Uh Goliath Tiger Fish?"

"Eww... really, uh... ok... well, closest thing to a safe word that you have, and she goes and teaches it to the new girl." Robin exclaimed. "Hey, throw me a pair of underwear... that aren't too embarrassing please."

"I like the space cadet dog. Seems to fit you." Lauren nodded. "Plaid ok?"

"So... you have decided not to ravish me, and instead feed me." Viola brought her hands together happily.

"Oh, no, we're still going to totally have you back in this bed later, but we don't need you fainting of exhaustion, sweet kitty." Lauren dragged a pair of white underwear up her legs, tugging them into position happily, before exquisitely filling out a sports bra that she also pulled from her little drawer.

"Hey, don't make me cook," Robin lazily complained. "First you turn me on, then call the emergency hard on shutoff, so, I call not having to cook."

"Breakfast out? My uhm... dutch treat?" Viola suggested, aborting the suggestion for paying halfway through when she remembered her current mental bank account balance.

"I can cover a buffet at least... tell you what... pick a shirt." Robin pointed to his closet as he finally concealed his lower body from Viola's gaze.

Viola rolled herself out of the bed and rose to her feet, squeaking slightly at the playful slap on the butt that Lauren gave her as she passed. Her eyes roamed over the colorful shirts hung up on the racks. Completely loud, completely tasteless. Wearing one of these basically screamed that the owner had little to no taste, and was interested in telling you that in no uncertain terms. But somehow Robin had consistently looked good in them. Her fingers pulled a blue and yellow monstrosity from the rack, decorated with "Trinidad and Tobago" logos all over it, as well as sunsets, sailboats and palm trees.

"The volume on this shirt clearly goes up to eleven," Robin laughed, gratefully accepting the shirt as he pulled on a slate gray a-shirt to go along with his traditional shorts.

"I probably should go get some better clothes on if we're going out. Hell with it, I'm using the window again." Viola smiled, pulling on a borrowed pair of sweatpants along with the t-shirt that she had been lent the night before. And maybe rub some water on my face, comb my hair... look less like I just got fucked silly... text Cindy... let her know... make arrangements.

"Don't get too fancy," Lauren warned her, and Viola quickly crossed the portal between their two apartments once again, finding herself back in her room. For a moment, she suddenly wondered if it had been just, all a dream. Everything here seemed so... the same.

She whipped her head back around to look through the window at the couple that was still getting dressed. Her heart pumped with a lightness as she saw Robin's face meet Lauren's for a soft kiss, and then noted that they both immediately checked to see if she was looking. Goofballs.