<span style="color: #FF80FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span></span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea put Mimi down rather calmly and the cat scampered off to hide somewhere, sensing its mistress’ sudden change in mood. She watched with narrowed eyes as Delgado deliberately walked across the floor with his shoes on then propped his feet up on her table as he made himself at home.<span style="font-style: italic">“Does this place offer beer and chips or only coke and booze?”</span>he asked and she bristled.<br/><br/>She stormed across the room and grabbed the remote out of his hand and clicked off the television angrily and threw it back down on the coffee table.<span style="color: #FF80FF">“Goddamnit, Delgado! This is my home! I asked you politely to take off your shoes—a simple request really, and you can’t even do that much! Are you just being an ass or are you really that fucking retarded?”</span>she asked as she put her hands on her hips.<span style="color: #FF80FF">“I am not your maid or your wife or your mother. I am not going to sit here and do your every whim! I’m going to the bathroom and when I get out, I expect those damn shoes to be put away!”</span>with that she stomped off to her bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind her.<br/><br/>She slumped to the ground and drew her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and dropping her head against them. Delgado was so frustrating. There was no reason for him to be such an ass. After a couple of minutes she sat up. She couldn’t deal with him and her nerves were too fried to even bother arguing. She would rather this whole experience be a blur and so she stood, rummaging through her medicine cabinet and grabbing a few prescription pain killers she had gotten a while back. She took two, turning on the facet and pooling water into her cupped hand to drink. She looked in the mirror for a second or two and decided that those pain killers were likely not going to kick in soon enough.<br/><br/>She knew it was wrong to do while he was there, that if he knew he’d be pissed. But she couldn’t handle him. The only way she’d be okay with him sticking around in her apartment and mucking things up was if she just had a line. Just a small one. With that, she got to work, quickly prepping and snorting her line and then she turned on the shower. She never said she was going to take a piss. Might as well make the best of her time in the bathroom.<br/><br/>She took her shower, letting the drugs course through her. When she was done she dried off and grabbed a robe, looking into the mirror to see her pupils dilated. She felt elated, though. Her mood had greatly improved and as if she could face anything, even that bastard Delgado. She gave a sigh and walked out of the bathroom. She passed Delgado, not even acknowledging his presence. She didn’t even check to see if he still had his shoes on or not. It didn’t matter. She went to the fridge and grabbed herself a water and then sat down on the matching chair, grabbing the remote and turning the t.v. onto some documentary about zebras.<span style="color: #FF80FF">“You can help yourself to whatever. Like I said earlier, I’m not your maid.”</span><br/><br/>She was fidgety, despite sitting down and watching the show with complete focus. She always got a bit fidgety and wanted to move around. Usually she would clean with this sort of energy, but Delgado put a pin in those plans.