Ding
Dong
Ding
Dong
Creak
Sonia looked at Vienne's messy hair. Some strands were covering her forehead while others were sticking out. When Sonia's gaze traveled downwards she noticed her creased clothing.
"You were true to your words. It's midnight," Sonia said as her nose wrinkled with the scent of alcohol coming from her. "Did you have fun?"
Vienne grinned. "I beat someone up."
"Come in, let's talk." Sonia turned around and headed to the sofa.
"What is it?" Vienne said as she sat across her. Her eyes were still clear despite the amount of alcohol she chugged in.
"Have you eaten," Sonia said.
"Yeah, that boy forced me too"
"Who? Epraim."
Vienne looked at Sonia with her lips parted.
"I saw you guys, earlier. Sonia took a white pillow at the side and placed it on her lap. "You know each other? Is he the customer you were talking about?"
