<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Billie's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/09/fe/57/09fe5791b41d94052601b319a3f22ca2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Billie Tucker (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952) <br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | 8/4/17| 6:30 a.m.<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dhavali (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369964#msg12369964) and potentially Emily (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12366180#msg12366180)<br/><strong>Content:</strong> <em>You are my Sunshine.<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">Continued from here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250448.msg12379770#msg12379770).</span></em><br/><hr/><br/>Immediately, upon entering the seizure inducing, clashing color schemed apartment, Billie slipped her feet free from the pleasantly warm comfort of her slippers to walk barefoot across the hardwood floors. The crass and sometimes overly confident brunette ambled without rush through the main foyer, appearing as if she belonged rather than being a guest, following the sound of her young sister’s voice. <br/><br/>Dhavili’s apartment was sort of a second home for her, regardless of its occupants’ opinions. She had her fair share of personal crap littered throughout the space, forgotten pumps left abandoned underneath couches and dirty clothes intermixed in her younger sister’s laundry hamper. If that was not enough to make her an “unofficial” resident, some of her favorite snacks were stored away in their cabinets. Neither Emily nor Vali were aware of it but she also had her own personal key. Their landlord was highly susceptible to bribery. <br/><br/>Billie shook her head from side to side, temper not snapping forth into existence to fall into the grouch’s trap, as she settled down onto the nearest couch, stretching her legs out. An amused chuckle spilled from her mouth when she witnessed her sister’s absolute failure of tossing the fruit into her mouth.<br/><br/>“Nice try, Shaquille.”<br/><br/>Reaching over, she settled the identical steaming mugs onto the coffee table, the scent of the brew quickly spreading through the small space. Billie exercised her habit of selective hearing for a few seconds, pretending to be more interested in the random comic book she picked up from the table than answering her sister’s inquiry. She opened the comic to a random page, pretending to be deeply engrossed in its content, before discreetly peeking over the top in order to observe her sister’s reaction. <br/><br/>“What’s the best part of waking up, Ravi?” Billie questioned as she pulled the robe a little more tightly around her body, putting the girls out of sight. Before her sister could answer, she sang the answer in a high pitched tone which should not be heard anywhere than in the privacy of her shower. “The best part of waking up is Folgers in <em>yoooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuur </em>cup!” <br/><br/></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://thedishh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/02/Screen-Shot-2016-02-17-at-7.12.12-PM.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dhavali Tucker  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369964#msg12369964)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco | 8/4/17| 6:30 a.m.<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Billie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12378952#msg12378952)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Coffee Blasphemy!<br/><hr/>Bending over, Vali cut her eyes over to her sister briefly before she looked down and snagged the now ruined piece of fruit from the floor and stood. It was not above her to declare the five second rule in her own kitchen and either blow on a dropped piece of food or else rinse it off in her own kitchen, however, banana was not really one of those salvageable foods. Misshapen and partially smooshed from its collision with the floor, there was no way to tell what had gotten in it so she simply ambled across the floor, dropping the piece into the trash as she came to the edge of the kitchen where the linoleum gave way to hardwood.<br/><br/>Eyeing Billie it was clear to see what game she was playing at and still she had to resist the urge to run over and pounce the woman to shake the living daylights out of her. With her foot tapping, her patience pushing her only seconds away from shouting "BLUE!" in exasperation, her sister finally seemed to relent. Sort of.<br/><br/><em>“What’s the best part of waking up, Ravi?”</em><br/><br/>She opened her mouth to reply but before even a single bit of sound could leave her lips Billie cut back in with a loud screech of sound that was probably supposed to be singing. Unable to completely hide the initial cringe, she did eventually work her face into a bright and excited grin. Her hand went to her chest to press over her heart and she cooed cheerily to her sister. "You really brought me coffee?!"<br/><br/>Bounding over with a sudden burst of energy out of nowhere, she crossed to Billie and dropped straight into her lap, her arms rising to encircle her neck. A loud, wet kiss was pressed to the woman's cheek before she could have a chance to evade though Vali did release her quickly to glance down as the dark surface filling the cups. Inhaling the aroma brought her only mild satisfaction--she already knew that Billie had likely brought the Folgers she'd sung about and nothing of substantial rating whereas Vali herself generally spared no expense when it came to her addiction. A choice between food and coffee would always go to coffee but thankfully she wasn't quite that bad off.<br/><br/>Twisting in her sister's lap, the addict reached for one of the cups and raised it to her face. Her eyes had almost gone dreamy in the soft and unfocused way as she brought the coffee to her lips, heedless of the temperature of the cup. In fact, even with the apparent steam she dove in head first, no hesitation with a big gulp--only to freeze the moment the taste truly met her tastebuds. Head cocked, she considered just what she had been duped into putting into her mouth. It crossed her mind briefly to simply spit out the offending imitation but as her head turned to show Billie just how very pleased she<em>wasn't</em>, displaying all the menace of an angry kitten mind you, she reasoned that caffeine was caffeine and went ahead and swallowed though her free hand was already moving in to give one of Billie's still-obvious-through-her-robe nipples a pinch.<br/>