#workingforcoin

[text] The obvious answer is get fucked.

52. Our muses have sex while trying not to be heard.

workingforcoin:

[text]: I’m on my way up [text]: Your husband is with Bob and Bob isn’t drinking so he’ll keep him in line.

Once Willam texted that he hopped on his hoverboard and rolled down the halls to the elevator and took it upstairs.  When he reached the floor the queen rolled down the hall and knocked on Courtney’s door, waiting for the other to answer.  

Finally, when she did, Willam rolled in and rolled over to the bed, “You seem down.” The queen stated, not deciding to sugarcoat the reason behind his trip.

Courtney reclaimed her sat on her bed after letting Willam in, folding her legs beneath her and leaning back against the wall of pillow’s she’d created. Her face was still painted (she’d actually started doing more ‘drag’ makeup lately) but her wig was off and she was in her boy PJs, which consisted of a grey cotton shirt and shorts, with her laptop out on her bed. “I’m actually not so bad,” she said in response.

She was a little confused about Bianca, since she’d never gotten her answer, but she was a little less worried about getting that answer now that she’d made peace with Adore. And Willam telling her that Bianca was wasted helped too, not that drunkenness excused anyone’s behavior, but it sort of did.