"Fuck…," Lola sighed, trudging up the stairs to her shared flat in London. That last flight had been particularly exhausting, and she was looking forward to a relaxing evening with a smooth cup of coffee, her favorite terrycloth bathrobe, and reruns of America's Next Top Model. (Hey, it was trash, but it was entertaining trash.) She dug the keys out of her purse and unlocked the door, ready to let her stress just melt away as she-

"Fuckin' piss and bollocks!"

…or right, her roommate.

Inhaling, Lola opened the door and stepped inside, ready to deal with whatever shenanigans Ashley was up to this time.

The model was currently in nothing but a pair of black lace bra and panties, one foot propped up on the coffee table as she strummed on a plastic, guitar-shaped controller, classic rock blaring from the telly as multicolors disks traveled across the screen.

Honestly, it could have been worse, like the time she walked in on Ash "entertaining" two guys at once.

"Still can't beat that one song, can you?" Lola casually remarked, putting her shoes on the rack by the door.

"It's fuckin's piss!" she spat, "Damn game likes to cheat on me! 'Simple' difficulty, my fanny!"

Lola declined to comment, more intent on putting her things away than arguing with Ashley Rosemarry when she was frustrated.

"Well, go ahead and finish that up; I'm going to take a siesta after I shower, and I'll need the TV for that."

"Yeah yeah, whatever- cocksnot!"

She probably missed another note.

While the Saxon woman struggled with her game, Lola proceeded to strip out of her stewardess uniform and get a shower running, eventually stepping out feeling more refreshed than she had all day. She quickly slipped into her robe and made her way back to the den…

Only to find Ashley lounging on the couch, still in her underwear, an open box of cheap pizza on the cushion next to her as she munched on a slice, some celebrity gossip show playing on the screen.

"Hey, what the hell? I said I was gonna use the telly after my shower!"

"Eh, you were takin' too long," she shrugged. "'Sides, I already had the pie on the way before you got home. You snooze, you lose, bitch."

She took a messy bite from the slice she was working on.

"We had an agreement," Lola pointed out. "You can basically do whatever the hell you want when I'm not here, but as long as I text ahead I get to call the shots for the day." She narrowed her eyes. "...you did get my text, right?"

"Iunno, did I?" The redhead lazily reached over and picked up her cell phone, tapping the screen on. "...oh yeah, you did! Sorry, I wuz busy." Another bite of her pizza.

Lola's eyebrow twitched.

"Oh yeah…help yourself!" the musician offered, nodding to the pizza.

"Don't mind if I do.~" Without a second thought Lola grabbed the entire pizza box and walked it over to the door and tossed it out into the hall.

"Wuh- OI! That pie cost 25 quid!" Ashley hopped over the back of the couch and rushed after her pizza…which allowed Lola a chance to dainty nudge the door closed, locking it.

BANG BANG BANG! "Open the sodding door, Rembitch!"

"Sorry, can't hear you!~" Lola called back, putting her phone on silent. "Maybe if you sent me a text…"

Ashley's phone was still on the couch where she'd left it.

Lola then headed to the kitchenette and started a pot of coffee before returning to the couch- plugging in a pair of noise-canceling headphones first- and putting on her Top Model reruns.

Ashley would be fine; the lodger across the hall probably didn't have a date tonight, so his bed was completely open.

fin.