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she waits for @picturedhorror to come home, a night full of surprises is waiting for him.

she has a bottle of shiraz on the kitchen counter, an already filled glass is in one delicate grasp, yin tilts her cranium aside to see him properly. “come to the kitchen, sweetface.”

pouring wine into the empty glass near the bottle for him, a smile spreads her face, without looking at him, she speaks. “busy as usual and this time, tonight, i will let you in on a little secret.”

she was at the university, now free for her drinking friend to have, well, obviously some drinks.

oh, wow.

clocking in.

she takes another sip of her wine, comes closer to him and sits across, leaning over the table between them to close the distance, she smirks. “yes. when you finish your drink and three shots of tequila, i’ll drive us to a place…”

“quite a special place.” said the older woman before leaving her seat to bring the tray of tequila in six shot glasses — three for her, three for him. “come on, drink it up.” smirks, she takes her own shots in an instant, grimacing.

never say never, handsome.

no, I was actually talking about your reference to being a ghostface at your age. never say never.

who said i care about what “people” think of me ?

and lucky him, she’s there to help. knock, knock.

“when you mentioned cooking … just wanted to come and help you with it.” a smile. the accented voice sounded truly kind. caring even. eyebrows arched up to point inside. “may i ?”