Rose was in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell ring. Veronica had gotten home just a little while before, and had gone straight upstairs to her room with barely a hello.<br/><br/>A chunk of ice sitting on the chopping block, Rose smashed it with a hammer as she thought of Veronica. What a little bitch she can be sometimes!<br/><br/>Rose shoved the smashed ice into a blender. Arranged on the counter were bottles, fixings for margaritas and other drinks. She set the blender aside and rushed to the door, hoping it would be who she thought it would be.<br/><br/>Rose opened the door and grinned at Nick. It wasn't a happy grin, more a kind of satisfied half smile that covered a secret pleasure. Rose's dark eyes nearly twinkled at Nick in the dim patio light.<br/><br/>"Nick. Just in time to help me make some drinks," Rose said as she stepped aside for him to enter. She walked back to the kitchen, a slight sway to her hips. "I thought we might stir up a little party tonight."