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"Fine, pour me some cereal." Emeli let out a deep sigh, before pouting her lips out. "Grocery shopping on the to-do list today." The brunette took a seat on top of the counter as Sorayah handed her a bowl of milk and cereal. "Right? Usually I'm too fucked up to remmeber much." she chuckled, after eating a spoon full of cereal. "Sora, you're hot as fuck. Of course, you can." The comment caused her to rolled her eyes playfully at her roommate. Assuming Sorayah wanted to hear all the details, she was ready to tell her story of last night. "So, I went to club space to meet some chick there I met through Tinder, right? I go and turns out she has a girlfriend.. and well they wanted a threesome." she explained with a smirk on her face, "And I was like fuck yes, feel me? Why wouldn't I? Anyways, we're getting drunk and then got kicked out of the club for something that I don't really recall. Though, I got a bruise from it." Emeli pauses showing Sorayah the small bruises around her thigh. "So, I remember we ordered an uber to the house and this other girl on the street was crying about her boyfriend cheating on her or whatever. I was like 'Oh, you don't deserve that shit.' or something in between those lines. You know I got a silver tongue. I also mentioned about taking revenge on him. Then it was like blackout, but she made out with me; we all took a ride to the house. That's pretty much it, to be honest. I believe the other girl was our uber driver..." Emeli rubbed her face a bit, to think she really nailed down with four girls was unbelievable to her; but again she was all about adventure.

“I hope you’re gonna share some of that salad with me!” the brunette exclaimed, “Ugh, school. Well, do you want me to help you?” Emeli asked her roommate. She knew school was something very stressful for Amelia. “I’ll cancel my plans tonight.”

Emeli couldn't help but to laugh at what Sorayah. Her roommate would never jugde anything she does, which was what Emeli loved about her. "Make me breakfast and I'll spare you all the details, even the spicy ones." she slightly winked at Sorayah, before grabbing herself a cup of orange juice. "If I'm being honest, I recall most of it."

“are you gonna tag along or what?” yelled rickey, at the other as he ran downstairs. he wasn’t quite sure where he was heading to, but he sure didn’t wanna stay locked up in this place called home.

emeli arrived to her apartment around ten in the morning, hungover. She jumped on the couch, exhausted. hearing her roommate step out the kitchen, asking how did her night go. emeli looked at the other as she stroke her black raven hair. “well, I remember leaving with two girls and I woke up with four. so, go figure."

frank looked at the other in slight confusion as they spoke. “oh, oh. I know what you’re talking about now.” he chuckled, “yeah, no. I don’t sell that stuff, but this lady in apartment 009 does. just go upstairs, it should be the first door on your right.”