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[color=#F96711][b]Location;[/b][/color] Reese's Apartment [color=#F96711]►[/color] Her Apartment
[color=#F96711][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] [color=Teal]Layla[/color] {[@WolfLover]}[/center][hr]

[color=#F96711][b]THE SOUND OF SOFT, BREATHY SNORES[/b][/color] filled the silent, dark bedroom. The source of the snores, Corinne Sullivan, lay fast asleep in a crumpled heap on a queen-sized mattress, her mouth slightly open and a trail of drool running down her cheek and onto her pillow. Tangled underneath her with his legs under her back and his arm covering her face, Reese Hampton also lay in a balled up mess, his mouth wide open and his snoring even louder than Corinne's. The two were fully clothed, shoes and all, and Corinne's face was a disgusting mixture of smeared makeup and slobber. After they'd gotten back from Reese's parents' house the night before for dinner, the couple were planning to end the night off a lot differently than what actually went down. Instead, as soon as their heads hit the pillows they were knocked out. 

There was a gentle snuffling of air through Corinne's nose, but gradually, as she rose from the nightmare and awareness grabbed hold of the consciousness, it became a wheezing and whining sound interspersed with violent trembling of her body. With a dropped jaw, buggy eyes, and sweaty palms, Corinne’s hot, salty head popped up from the warm pillow in a heart-pounding state of emergency. After a split second of massively intense panic, it suddenly dawned on her that she was still in Reese's small, apartment bedroom. Unlike the other few times she'd been at his place, she hadn't sneaked out and went home in the middle of the night. It only took her a split second to remember why. They'd fallen asleep after coming back from the "disaster dinner," as she'd called it. Reese's parents weren't too fond of Cori, as if she genuinely cared whether or not they were. Throughout the entire dinner, they'd been very passive-aggressive.

In swift, quiet motions, Corinne leaped out of bed and searched around for her purse, coat, and cell phone. When she found her cell phone, which had been tucked in the front flap of her purse, she saw that she had five missed calls; all of them were from her brother, Cory. Corinne simply deleted the voicemails and checked the time: five minutes past ten. Cursing under her breath, the young woman shrugged on her pea coat, swapped out her high heels for a pair of flats that'd been in her purse, and rushed down the hall and out of the front door. A few minutes later, give or take, and she was sitting in a seat on the surprisingly uncrowded subway, ignoring the funny looks and stares she got. She couldn't stop herself from making a face at the older woman who'd been staring in her face from the seat across from her. [color=#F96711]"What,"[/color] Corinne said with a tilt of her head, [color=#F96711]"you've never seen a black woman on the subway before?"[/color] The woman simply scoffed and turned her head.

By the time Corinne reached her own apartment building, her calves were burning and her phone was steadily buzzing. She didn't answer her phone until she'd entered her own bedroom, but didn't realize it was a video call until it was too late. [color=gray]"Holy shit, you look a mess."[/color] Cory's face popped up on the screen, his face creepily identical to his twin sister's despite his growing beard. Corinne shrugged her eyes and propped her phone up on the dresser so that she could find a change of clothes. 

[color=#F96711]"It's nice to see you too, Cory."[/color]

[color=gray]"I wish I could say the same, sis."[/color] he said with a booming laugh. [color=gray]"Look at yourself in the mirror. Your damn wig is crooked!"[/color] Corinne's ears turned bright red as she grabbed the phone, walked to the bathroom, and took a quick glance into the mirror. Her wig was indeed crooked, and her eyeliner and lipstick smudged. [color=gray]"Fix it, Jesus."[/color]

[color=#F96711]"So did you just call to insult me, or what? I got things to do, Cory."[/color] Corinne was getting tired of her brother. She hovered her thumb over the red button, ready to end the call at any moment.

[color=gray]"Damn, Cori. Stop buggin'. I just wanted to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving and see how you're doing. I mean, you haven't called in months."[/color] Corinne rolled her eyes once more at her brother's exaggeration. The two had just talked to each other the week before.

[color=#F96711]"Yeah, whatever. Happy Thanksgiving. I'll call you back tomorrow. Tell your husband not to burn the turkey again."[/color] Before she even got the last word out, Corinne had already ended the call. She put her phone on the charger in her bedroom before continuing her daily morning routine. She was finished within the hour, new wig and all. She headed back to her bedroom, a plate containing a slice of pie in hand, to find her phone ringing once more, but this time it was Reese who was calling. Not wanting to have to deal with him too, Cori declined the call and sent a quick message to her best friend instead.

[center][color=Teal][b]To: Lay[/b]
[i][b]What are you up to? Cool if I come over? I come bearing leftover pie.[/b][/i][/color][/center]