<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/>