[center][sup][h1]Nefertari and Azrael - 3032 Jean-Luc Blvd[/h1][/sup][/center]

Nefertari groaned as she felt the first rays of sun pierce through the curtains, and rolled over, tugging the blankets up a bit. She realized that, one, these were not her blankets, and two, this was not her room. She rolled back over and saw the mess that was Az and a whole lot of plastic wrap and silently cursed. The angel still had her jeans on, so at least that was that. [i]”Right… we both got a little randy last night. Not that I’m complaining, but Az doesn’t have my blackout curtains.”[/i] 

Her train of thought was cut off by her cellphone buzzing rather loudly from the other room. “Shit!” She swore loudly, as she tried to get out of angel’s bed. There was little success in this endeavor however, as she was tangled up in the sheets and promptly tripped out of bed and crashed face first into the floor. 

A voice piped up from the bed, barely moving at the cacophonous noise of Nefertari wrecking the place. “I got two and a half hours sleep last night,” Azrael said, grumbling. “If you’re gonna die, die quietly.”

“You and I both know it takes a lot more than me hitting my pretty mug on this floor to kill me,” Neffy said, and looked at the half-awake angel. “Besides, you know as well as I do you have work today. Especially if I’ve got work,” she added, and tossed a pillow at the angel. “This is your fault anyways. You know I can’t say no to your pretty face. Though I gotta ask, what got you so worked up?” She pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. 

Azrael laughed, muffled by the pillow, but it rang a little false. “Can’t a girl enjoy a fling with a friend without the Twenty Questions afterwards?” She probably wasn’t going to get any more out of her.

“Just curious,” Neffy said with a shrug. She pulled one of the stray pieces of plastic wrap from under one of the pillows and put it over the angel’s forehead and gave her a kiss there. “I’m gonna go shower,” she said and headed to the bathroom. 

Azrael called after her, “Sorry if you got any burns!”

“All part of the fun,” she called back and giggled. Once in the bathroom she closed the door and locked it, and went to examine the damage. A few small burns on her feet, one on her hand, and on her right breast. Not too bad all in all. Besides, she knew a demon who owed her favors, and healing was easy. The one on her hand would be the hardest to cover, but that is why makeup was invented. She stepped into the shower and turned it on and screamed. 

“WHO USED THE HOT WATER!?” She cursed silently. This house was a problem, but it was the best the three could afford, especially given Az’s nature with money. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel and went to head to her room to get dressed. She heard the distinct flutter of feathers, followed by the click of the old bathroom lock and realized Az had claimed the bathroom. She shrugged. She didn’t need it anymore. She threw on a pair of black jeans, a white and black striped shirt, and a pair of knee high black boots, and sighed. She looked at the mirror that sat pointlessly on her dresser and groaned. 

[i]”I’ll just ask Az or Morgan to make sure I didn’t miss anything while I was in the shower. My hair should be fine.”[/i] She thought to herself as she pulled out some cover-up. She looked at her left hand and started applying the makeup to the burn. It stung a little, but small price to pay. She grabbed her cell and looked at the messages and frowned. “Lovely…” She pulled out the bottle of sunscreen she had and walked into the hall. 

“Hey pretty lady, could you help me? Turns out I gotta go in this morning. Old Mrs. Jenkins has shuffled off and needs to look nice for tomorrow,” she said, knocking on the bathroom door.

A faint muttering could be heard from behind the door, something along the lines of, “[i]Why can’t I be a goddamn demon so I don’t have to freeze to death every time I go for a goddamn shower–[/i]” But it quickly cut off. Azrael opened the door, jeans pulled on and a towel wrapped around her torso. “What’s up?”

Neffy had to snerk at the angel’s language. “Do you get dinged every time you take [i]His[/i] name in vain?” Azrael raised an eyebrow. Realizing she wasn’t winning any points, she coughed. “I gotta go into work. Can you make sure I get this stupid stuff on me? I don’t want to smell like toasted marshmallows… again.”

“Burnt flesh doesn’t smell like toasted marshmallows, but, yeah, alright. Just a sec, darlin’,” she said, before the door shut again. There was some rummaging around in the medicine cabinet that somehow housed all three of their toiletries and a curse before Azrael reappeared, this time with a slightly sodden shirt on and plastic gloves – the type found in the boxes of blonde hair dye that the angel used.

“Thanks Az, you’re a dear,” Neffy said and handed the bottle to the angel. “Just the face please. I swear, I don’t know how anyone does this without being able to see their face,” she said and sighed. She could get mostly everywhere else, but there had been a few mornings that some of the humans at the morgue had laughed, because Nefertari had shown up with white smears on her face. Stupid sunscreen. Stupid sun. Stupid vampirism. 

The plastic gloves barely prevented the burn of having something so holy and pure next to her skin as Azrael did a haphazard job of applying the sunscreen, though admittedly better than the vampire would have done. “There. Happy now?”

“Very. Thanks dear. I swear if one more intern laughed at me, I’d make a snack out of them.” She realized the look she got from Az and sighed. “I wouldn’t really make a snack out them. Promise. Only pre-packs. Speaking of, I should be bringing more home tonight,” she said.

“Sure. Just make sure there’s still room in the fridge for my OJ. I’m not fond of O-Neg.” Azrael snickered to herself, then rolled her eyes, then flashed back into her room, presumably in shame because of the terrible joke.

“She must have been spending time with Clariel. That was terrible,” Neffy said and sighed. She headed back to her bedroom and put the sunscreen on the remaining uncovered parts of her body and then picked up her purse.

“I’ll see you two later! Gotta go make someone pretty!” Neffy said.

“Pick up a girl when you’re out. A [i]living[/i] one. God knows you need it!”

“Please. I got two lovely ladies here. Why would I need another?” Neffy laughed as she headed out the door. She rolled her eyes as she went to go catch the bus to work. She didn’t need a girl, or, did she?