For a brief moment, Ardelia had entertained the notion of tidying her apartment before Beth came. Or at the very least straightening up a bit. But well, it hadn’t exactly transpired as of yet. The day had gotten away from her, in that predictable way they can do when you’re expecting company, she wasn’t even close to ready. The plan was that they would pack some stuff, no matter how many times she’d insisted to Beth she was perfectly capable of packing alone, and then go out for drinks. The outfit was perfect, if unfinished. Her dark locks were curled to within an inch of their life so that they hung in thick, loose ringlets around her shoulders.<br/><br/>Heavy makeup, and a red leather (http://beautyxpose.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/NMT575P_mx.jpg) dress completed the outfit. That currently was lost under a worn, enormous zip-up sweater and paired with some Ugg boots. It was half finished, but she was cold and in a rush and the heels she was going to wear were crippling.<br/><br/>Last minute stuff.<br/><br/>Such as the fact that she was currently standing in the middle of the one room apartment and wondering why she had thought makeup and clothes were more important than, well, everything. Things were half packed, her entire wardrobe was strewn around waiting to be sorted and packed. There was an empty pizza box on top of one of the piles. Her bed was lost under shoes and nik-naks from under the bed, she’d slept on the couch the night before in order to avoid sorting through it all.<br/><br/>Today had been the day for cleaning.<br/><br/>Except a friend had shown up and somehow they’d ended up doing everything but clean. There was no way she was going to get this place to a state that wouldn’t’ horrify Beth. Ardy was horribly worried that she might change her mind upon seeing this and revoke the invitation. Sliding some large silver hoops into her ears beneath the dark curls she rolled her eyes.<br/><br/>This was absurd.<br/><br/>But if it wasn’t? Then she would have nowhere to live. Looking down at the floor she kicked some DVD cases under the couch and picked up a few dirty clothes. Realised she didn’t have anywhere to put them and dropped them into a pile on the other side of the bed.<br/><br/><em>Tidy, tidy, tidy</em>. If she thought it enough times she might just feel the overwhelming urge to do it.<br/><br/>“No, screw it” she rolled her eyes and took a swig out of the vodka bottle in the kitchenette. Opening yet another pizza box on the counter she poked at the cold food inside, decided that it was probably still viable and took a bite. It wasn’t but washed down with vodka it didn’t seem to matter much. She dropped the crust back into the box, looked at the bin, realised it was full and so stashed the box in the oven. Viable storage space. It wasn’t like she cooked.<br/><br/>This was absolutely a lost cause.<br/><br/>Catching her reflection in the mirror she grinned,<em>ah well</em>, at least she looked hot.