Carrie and Penelope’s Enf Adventure

"Oi, Carrie." As Penelope Ward stood at the door leading into the room of her comrade, she couldn't hold herself back from bellowing out her name while knocking on said door. "You gonna start getting a move on, here? It's already half an hour after we agreed to get started!" Ward was an early riser, that much was not up for debate. Even as the clock struck half past eight, she had already been up and about for two hours, having used that time to shower, dress and the like. Now, her focus had turned to getting her layabout roommate to actually contribute the same. And that was to be no easy feat.

An irritable moan could be heard from behind the door of her friend; Carrie was awake. “Why does anyone need to get up this early?”, Carrie asked Penelope as she rolled over in bed. “There’s no rule that says you have to exercise at the crack of dawn. People in their right minds are asleep right now, as I would very much like to be.” Carrie buried herself under a pile of blankets as Penelope continued her relentless barrage of the door. After a few minutes of this, Carrie could stand the loud noises no longer and reluctantly got up to let Penelope in.

As she was finally allowed in, Penny gave a small sigh of relief, at least assured that her friend was awake, if nothing else. "So, you're alive. That's good to know." The redhead noted as she performed a few basic stretches. "And I don't see why you're complaining. Back in high school, we'd have to get up far earlier than this. By those standards, eight AM is a pretty massive lie-in."

The bags under Carrie’s eyes spoke volumes to how she felt about her friend’s attempts at finding the silver lining. Without a word, she grabbed a bundle of clothes from her dresser and started off towards the bathroom to change before being stopped by Penelope. “C’mon, we’re already late and I need to get to work after this. Just wear what you’ve got on already.” Carrie looked down at her current attire and wondered if Penelope was only joking or if she had actually gone blind within the past few seconds.

"What, you're looking at me like I've gone mad?" Penelope enquired in turn. "I mean, you've got shorts and a t-shirt, that's more than enough." She had neglected to mention that these were pyjamas, and thus not exactly on par with Penny's own tight shirt and running shorts. "Think about it for a second, what's the worst that could happen? By the way, you look like you've been involved in multiple wars. Maybe you should try going to sleep a little earlier."