Well, that was it, she was out of time. Officially. Rolling her eyes and refusing to appraise the still inexcusable mess of the room. She walked to the door, pulling it open and paused a second on the precipice taking in the image of Beth in her doorway. Beth and cleavage. Beth’s cleavage. Which was undeniably and very actually on display. The woman looked like she was ready for a cocktail party. Something glamorous. With boobs. Ardelia realised then that she really needed to look up, otherwise she was going to be delving into the realms of rude.<br/><br/>Then again, tact and she were never particularly on even footing.<br/><br/>“Your tits look amazing in that dress.” They were women after all and though she didn’t have many female friends, she suspected that this was a valid and understandable compliment. “Really.” The brunette finally looked up and then stepped back in a silent invitation to let the other woman walk in. “It’s a bit of a mess, but, I was in a rush.” It was a blatant lie but there were definite parts of her that wanted to impress this woman. Especially since she had technically not moved in yet and there wasn’t much to stop Beth changing her mind at the last minute? If she did? Well Ardy was supposed to be moving out tomorrow, her landlord had insisted she leave days ago but she was all about pushing her luck.<br/><br/>Most of the mess was hidden, well the actual rubbish. There were still clothes everywhere, the sink was piled high with unwashed pots. Since all the crockery had belonged to the apartment she had mostly been filing that under things that were not her problem. Boxes were everywhere, not a single one was anywhere close to being finished.<br/><br/>But well, they had<em>all </em>night.<br/><br/>Ardelia took another swig out of the bottle of vodka she had been using to embellish her enthusiasm for cleaning and then held the bottle towards the other woman with a doubtful glance. “Go on. It’s a party.”<br/>