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“-to bring me, the smoking hot prisoner’s daughter-”
“Lauren’s not a prisoner.”
“-my coffee.”
“I can get a member of Lucky’s team to-”
“No,” the man I assume he’s talking about gripes in the background. “They’re busy.”
“Fine. I can have Penny-”
“Yeah, no. That fire crotch is most likely to spit in my coffee given the way she kicked over my shit when bringing me towels last night.” Searching for my lost hair tie occurs next. “I’m pickin’ up what she’s puttin’ down, which is the fact that she doesn’t like me.”
“She doesn’t know you.”
“And I don’t know her.”
“You’d probably really like her once you did…” he goofily gushes. “She’s really smart. And into plants. And science. And sure, she’s a little shy, but-”
“Don’t care,” I casually brush off right around the time I locate the accessory. “You’re the face and voice and body of the host, so be a good host and accommodate your increasingly unhappy guest before she leaves you a 0-star review on Google.”
An amalgamation of defeat and mirth are heard in his sigh. “I’ll see you in a few.”
After pulling my hair up into a high, messy bun, I slide off the mattress, forgo the idea of putting on bottoms, and make my way to the ensuite to use the fancy new toothbrush J.T.’s schoolboy crush also brought to me last night.
Like the luxury guestroom that’s decorated in plush gray shades and chrome, the bathroom has a similar décor scheme. Brushing my teeth while trying not to sneer at the lavish life I should enjoy living is difficult.
It’s not that I don’t like nice things.
I just…don’t often get the chance to like nice things.
And never for long periods of time.
Is that clawfoot bathtub calling my name?
Yes.
Am I gonna send that shit to voicemail?
Depends on if I can actually see my mom or if I’ll be yet again redirected by her doctor who…honestly is kind of hot for an older guy.
Under other circumstances – lets say running into him at my favorite sandwich shop – I would totally turn on the charm and have him remember my name for a completely different reason.
Post cleaning my teeth, I relocate back to the bedroom and dig around my trash bag of belongings that’s occupying one of the gray sofa chairs for my favorite, most faithful accessory.
Blue eyeliner.
Some chicks can’t leave home without the whole shebang of foundation, powder, highlighter, filler, eyeshadow, blush, and whatever else they’re told will make them look like whatever A Lister they’re into this season.
Others?
They pour all their attention onto their lips, convinced that’s the only part that truly matters in the face package.
Me?
It’s my eyeliner.
The fact that I’ve got bright blue eyes and light brown skin is an already striking combination. I simply just add a little extra pop to it. How much and what shade vary – based on my bank account and exactly where I’m going – but I always have some on.
