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[i_spoiled_it]

Steph's ...

Okay, honestly, she's just bored. It's all very well gathering yourself to dump the boyfriend, but nobody ever tells you what to do after you're done with the crying and the eating-of-chocolate

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[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy has not stopped her flagrant invasions of privacy since Steph moved in with Mel. But she has toned down the brashness of her entrances a bit, to the point where she now gives a perfunctory knock before barging in. Apparently, a knock makes all the difference, even when one doesn't bother waiting for a reply.

"Hey there, Sweetcheeks," she says as she passes the couch. "Still in the comfort foods and sweat pants phase?"

Without checking to see what the answer is, the Fable continues on through the living room towards a different destination. Could be Steph's bedroom, could be the main bathroom....

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph doesn't bother to look up. "Apparently. Hey, did you know Jordan had two kids? ... Who's Jordan?"

[3rdtimelucky]

"Don't know, don't care."

The bathroom turns out to be Goldy's primary objective, for which Steph might be slightly relieved. The door stays open once she gets there, and there follow the faint sounds of clothes and boots being removed.

[i_spoiled_it]

"Goldy..."

Steph doesn't bother to get off the couch, sighing; instead she transfers another block of chocolate to her mouth.

"...are you naked in my bathroom?"

[3rdtimelucky]

"Not quite," is Goldy's simple reply. "Yet."

She reappears in her underwear and twiddles with one of the dials on the wall outside. Seconds later, the low churning thrum of hot tub jets can be heard from within the bathroom.

"Why do you ask?"

[i_spoiled_it]

"Oh, no reason," Steph says, and turns back to her book with exaggerated casualness.

[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy puts her hands on her hips and frowns at her friend.

"I'm going to use your hot tub. That typically requires at least semi-nakedness. Would you prefer I got in fully-clothed?"

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph considers this seriously. "It'd certainly be prettier for all concerned. You wouldn't let your shirt get caught in the filter or anything, would you?"

[3rdtimelucky]

"Oh fuck off," Goldy snorts.

She removes her bra, stretches one strap back and lets go, sending the garment flying across the room in Steph's general direction. And with that parting shot, she vanishes into the bathroom again.

"Fix me a Raspberry Stoli and Lemonade and get your ass in here with me so I don't have to shout," she calls out. "The power's up high, so you won't be able to see anything."

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph sighs. "You know, I was planning on having a perfectly nice quiet evening with my book and chocolate," she points out.

[3rdtimelucky]

"It can still be quiet," Goldy replies, loudly enough to carry to the couch. "And I'm not going to deny you the chocolate, as long as you share. It's not like you don't have enough stockpiled around here to feed a small third world nation."

[i_spoiled_it]

"Quiet and dry," Steph says, but a square of Cadbury's bounces off the bathroom wall and comes perilously close to Goldy's head. "Maybe I really wanted to finish this book."

[3rdtimelucky]

Fortunately for Goldy, and for Steph, the chocolate doesn't end up in the hot water. That would have been gross for the party currently in the tub, and there would have been repercussions for the person who threw it.

"You can stay dry," Goldy offers, quite reasonably. "You don't have to get in with me. As long as you get a move on with my drink."

"As for the book, you can finish it when I leave. I'm not planning on staying long. I've still got a lot of preparations to make for my upcoming trip."

[i_spoiled_it]

"Get your own damn drink," Steph says, quite peacefully. "--wait, what upcoming trip?"

[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy doesn't reply this time. She just lazes back against the side of the tub and sighs contentedly.

The lure has been set. Now to reap the rewards.

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph reads a bit more.

Defiantly.

... a little bit more.

A little bit more.

Finally, she sighs, tosses the book aside (boring anyway) and pads over to the bathroom door, leaning against it with folded arms.

"What upcoming trip, G?"