Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 13. 2024.
"Wow..." Katya can't help but emphasize at the revelation as Alessia pulls into the driveway of her home. She gets out of the car when it becomes stationary and stands with the door open, staring up at the beautifully built, bungalow which has upper rooms in the roof. "How did you afford this?"
"Actually, Petro bought the house as a gift." Alessia tells her, before swinging an arm in the direction of her car. "This, is what I bought and it costed around 40k."
Again, Kat gapes, "Damn, you're hella rich."
"No," she denies quickly, locking her vehicle, "but, I'm getting there."
Soon enough, they have entered the cozy living room, chatting up a storm, like two persons who haven't seen each other in a while...well, they haven't. And, Alessia is happy to know that Kat is still alive. She removes her coat, hanging it by the front door near their shoes rack. After slipping off her killer heels and helping her friend out of hers, she guides her over to the bar, separating the kitchen from the sitting area.
"Your house is magnificent." Kat compliments, causing Alessia to blush a little knowing that she's the one that takes full care of it.
"Thank you." She gushes, also taking in the beauty of the theme of the kitchen, then the living room. She looks back at the strawberry blonde female who has gone quiet in awe and asks casually, "Want a drink?"
She nods eagerly, suddenly feeling parched and coughing dramatically, "Got any Whiskey?"
Alessia hums in distaste, shaking her head, "No."
Katya frowns, leaning a bit forward to let her friend know she's scrutinizing her. "Don't tell me you don't have any liquor at all. It's a fucking bar, Lexy."
"I'm underage." She says obviously, "I don't drink alcohol." Katya stands, trying to peek over the thick, black, glass counter, while she ducks, reaching for a cool fruit juice and a bottle of sparkling water. "Choose." She huffs, holding them up, but Kat looks overly horrified.
"BORING!" She screeches and Alessia winces. "You need a fake ID as soon as possible, 'cause I'm staying the weekend and not without booze."
Katya Sharpe has always been the outgoing one of the group. She's extroverted, loud, sassy and she just emphasizes everything on a whole. It turns out her little escapade and time away has made her even louder.
The white-haired girl's face goes grim. "No."
"Yes." She shoots back. "I'm drinking it, not you." However, they both know that that won't be true if she gives in.
"If you want to drink so badly, go alone."
"I won't. I haven't seen you in a long time, so you have to come."
A pregnant pause stretches between the two as they stare at each other. Katya knows she's already got this in the bag by the look on the girl's face. Alessia is just thinking about how long it's been since she's had a friend. And, though she said she didn't need any, guilty pleasures always find a way to shake her resolve. That's why they're called guilty pleasures.
She nods, sighing, and convincing herself that she won't be drinking anything.
Kat shrieks in excitement, "I'm gonna get you dressed up and let you have your first taste of alcohol!" She claps, dancing away from the bar and into the living room. "To the club! To the club! To the--!"
"NO!" Alessia shouts after the girl who dashes up the stairs two by two. Her throat twinges with a slight itchiness since she's mostly quiet, but she isn't thinking about that. 'That's not what I agreed to!' She just wants to spend time with her...
Kat hollers back in her imitation of a DJ, "YES, YO! We going to da club!"