Hang out and play.

Yeah, a few rounds of random-ass games would be nice.

She quickly texted her friend, a simple message, no bullshit.

"Hey, Maia! I'm bored as fuck over here. Wanna come over, fuck around for a while?"

She took a deep breath. Her heart was racing, bursting out of her chest like some Tarantinian splashes of blood. She sighed, leaning into her pillow and waiting for the buzz of her phone.

It was, in few words, rather heart-wrenching.

However, after a few moments, she got a response.

And she couldn't help the excited little squeal, nor the kicking of her pale feet.

About a half hour later, and after a quick clearing of her messy room, a quick shower, and ten different changes of clothes, she was ready. Dressed in a shirt that showed part of her -admittedly well toned- midriff, alongside some dark jeans and her trusty boots. On her ear, a single blue earring, something she always put, with the design of a Sapphire from a certain place.

And, when she was ready, she heard the doorbell. And, rushing towards the door, she found Amaia once more.

And the smile upon her face was completely true.

"So, ready for me to kick your Norwegian ass, you lil' bitch?"

And that made her smile turn into a grin.

What happens then?