#cloudwalkxr

EMERY: last night was..

EMERY: wow.

EMERY: i'm a little sore

Rosalie: So, my mothers are apparently dying to meet you after one conversation. I just got too excited and couldn't keep my mouth shut.

Rosalie: I didn't really mention how I met you which is obviously... an issue.

Callie: Soo I think you should come home.

“Hi--my name is Allison and I have a drinking problems. I’ve been clean for about three years now. Today actually marks year three.” Allison had stood up in plenty meetings now, but she wouldn’t let Addison come with her let alone Logan. Telling her struggles wasn’t something that she told people close to her about. But Logan just wasn’t anybody, she was the brunette’s wife, her world hell her everything. Which was why she had invited the redhead here tonight. “I continue to stay sober for my wife and the life that we have along with our future. Thank you.” Once the meeting was finished, she was handed a coin. Allison made her way over to Logan. “Glad to see that you made it. Means a lot to me.” She smiled over at her, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her cheek before placing her arms around her shoulders. One of her hands started going through Logan’s hair gently. “Now we can stay and talk for a few and have really good coffee and cookies or we can head home.” 

When Lecia had chosen her big, posh apartment she hadn’t expected the apartment block itself to be so full of rowdy hockey players. She’d expected everybody to keep to themselves, but the sounds of them celebrating or stomping down the corridors was infuriating. Lecia adored silence, there was nothing better than being able to hear nothing. But she’d got the very opposite to that. 

It was a Saturday morning when she tiredly exited her apartment, running into Flynn. “Oh hey,” she mumbled. She couldn’t just ignore that her neighbour was out in the corridor too, as much as she just wanted to flash death stares at her. “Will you lot ever allow me to have a peaceful night’s sleep?” she then questioned, staring at the other woman. “I mean... you are aware of how much noise you guys make, right? I think it’s very rude.”

Scarlett’s arm tangled around Blake’s whilst her mouth moved close to the blonde woman’s ear. “You do you, girl,” she insisted. “I’ll understand, yeah? You know I’ve got your back whatever.” Then Scarlett skipped over to join the others around the firepit. Coming into this, she would have done anything to win that prize money, but now she’d had over eight weeks of fun she couldn’t think like that any longer. This whole experience had been more than she’d expected and the majority of that was done to Blake. If the woman wanted to choose the guy she had been coupled up with - whatever he was called, Scar still couldn’t remember - then so be it. 

Today was the very final coupling and everybody was paired up by this point, pretty much. If Blake didn’t pick her then she’d be packing her bags. That would be sad. She didn’t want to leave Blake alone there. Scarlett could feel the unusual sensation of nerves twisting up her body as she stared out at the pool awaiting Blake’s choice.