"Get out!" Were the first words that Maisy could fathom. Furthermore, She looked down at herself and noticed her lack of clothes. Instantly ashamed and cursing her past self for the outfit choice. She grabbed the nearest thing that would do as a cover. With luck, Maisy noticed a large white piece of cloth. Grabbing it, the cloth was placed over her body to cover up her prior-self's immodest decision. Now, it had taken about a minute for this all to go down. The man above her just stood there, his lifeless eyes beaming down onto her. It felt as if she was being scolded by her boss.
Finally, The brooding man above spoke. "Hey, I'm not trying to sound mean or anything Maisy, but this is kind of my house. Also, that is definitely my shirt you're covering up with." He gave her a chuckle, and his eyes suddenly lit up. This terrifying man that once was before her had disappeared. Before Maisy responded, she thanked whatever "ethereal" being may be out there for the sudden change of personality seen from the man. She responded to him in a very passive voice. "Oh, uh, who are you? How do you know my name?" Almost instantaneously, it clicked. "Holy shit! Clarke, is that you?" Bolting up onto her feet, she examined the handsome Male before her.
"The one and only, sweetheart." He responded, winking at her afterwards. Maisy felt a slight flush of color come onto her face; she laughed and changed the subject. "It's been forever! The last time I saw you..you were, well..." her eyes slowly scaled down his body. Clarke had changed a lot over the years, his jawline had sharpened up and his body had toned down to what one would consider gorgeous. Clarke interrupted her staring, "different; I was different." Maisy nodded her head in agreement. He really had changed, but for some odd reason there were no memories of him that she could recall? A little off put by the lack of her remembrance for most things that had to do with Clarke, she looked down at herself again.
Being hung over really had taken a toll on Maisy, because she instantly jolted to cover up again. Clarke laughed and threw the frantic mess of a woman standing before him, his black shirt. Maisy hesitantly put it on, it was barely enough to cover her upper thigh, but still did not show as much as the dress prior did. She was grateful. When Maisy looked up to express her thanks, she noticed Clarke was no longer looking her in the eye. He awkwardly shuffled around the couch and put a 8 foot space between the two. Curious, Maisy looked down at the shirt and noticed a little spot that was darker than the rest of the shirt. She lightly pressed against it, and when she took her finger off there was a dark red hue left behind. Immediately after, Clarke stated; "sorry. I had spaghetti last night, I'm a messy eater."
Baffled by how immediate the response was from Clarke, Maisy shrugged and casually stated, "happens to the best of us." Maisy noticed her keys afterwards and grabbed them in her hand. Like clockwork, a fair skinned and blonde woman stormed into the apartment. The woman exclaimed loudly, "Clarke Islen Warberter, you are the worst!" Afterwards she threw an object at him with what seemed like lightning speed, it hit him square in the chest. Clarke amazingly didn't flinch. The blonde went on, "You know you can't run to the penthouse every-damn-time you decided to go solo! Father is pissed!"
Awkwardly, Maisy stood still in the same spot she had been. Unfortunately, this tactic worked no more. The blonde locked eyes with Maisy and pointed to her with a scowl, "Even better! You brought an escort of some kind here. You're unbelievable!"
Offended, Maisy looked at the loud female in absolute shock. After this, Maisy decided it was her time to go. She begrudgingly slid past her escort-accuser and sarcastically thought to herself, "what a lovely girl." Slamming the door behind her, the last thing Maisy could comprehend was Clarke saying, "Look what you've done Escabella. Great."