<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Out of all the things she had imagined greeting her upon the door opening it was not anywhere near the picture she was confronted with. <br/><br/>First, there was Ardy. Lovely, lovely Ardelia standing there in a red dress with that sweater half hanging off her and the oversized boots, somehow utterly adorable and sexy at the same time. If she didn't adore the girl so much she would be flat out jealous. Her hair was gorgeous, and the make up and just... everything. Bethany wasn't sure if it was that she admired her friend so much or if she was attracted to her. <br/><br/>But she wasn't attracted to other women, surely? <br/><br/>Shoving that uncertainty to the back of her mind she forced a smile, eyes moving to the apartment before what she was seeing sank in. Clothing everywhere. Boxes strewn, half open, unsorted, a chaos that had no order to it at all. And her fingers itched, wanting to step in, to clean, for all that she was in a nice dress, hair and make up done and the whole nine yards. Her throat worked, because whirling into the apartment and taking over to clean was not the way to make Ardy feel like she was perfect just the way she was, that she would be welcome in Beth's home. Having grown up constantly told she would never be good enough unless she matched a certain standard she was not about to go inflicting that on others, particularly not her teenage friend. <br/><br/>No, no no. Control. So she dragged her eyes away from the chaos that her mind yearned to order and put a bright smile on her lips, promptly turning red when the compliment sank in. "Oh... well, thank you. I... wasn't sure. I normally don't buy anything like this at all, most of my dresses are more muted but I figured it would only be proper to have something playful and fun for a girl's night out so I went shopping and this stood out. Are you certain the color looks good?" Because asking silly questions like that did fall under things one could do with a girl friend, correct? Oh heavens she hoped so. The red the dark brunette was showing off looked stunning on her. Bethany had chosen the teal because she thought it played up her cream colored skin, the richness of her hair and the tempest hue of her eyes, flattering everything. But who knew, she could have been completely off base and the whole thing could be washing her out. <br/><br/>This would be why she normally stuck to her staples. <br/><br/>"Do... you want more time? Or some help? I wouldn't mind helping though.. maybe heels wouldn't be the best idea if we are staying here, I mean I'd hate to step on something important and I..." her babbling, a habit that was becoming far too common around her friend, trailed off when the vodka was proffered out to her. An automatic rejection rose to her lips, no, thank you, she didn't really drink. Only they were suppose to go out for drinks tonight, that was the whole point of all the dress and flash, no? So then perhaps she was over thinking it all and should simply accept the damn bottle and pray it loosened up the tight ass she wasn't aware she had become. <br/><br/>Dear lord, she was becoming her mother. And that thought was enough to let her hand close around the slender neck of the bottle, shocking herself and likely the younger woman by lifting it to her lips and taking a knock of it back. It slid down her throat and made her cough, burning like a fire to someone who wasn't use to straight alcohol, even the weaker stuff. "Wow that's... that's something." A sheepish grin accompanied the comment even as the slender woman stepped into the apartment and let the door swing shut behind her, sealing her into Ardy's chaotic little world.</span></span>