Location: Rose Building Apartment 2B
Interacting with: The shower
After a short trip up the stairs and some fiddling with her keys, Mali was back in her apartment. It was exactly as she left it, messy and in need of more unpacking/organization. Despite having left in the morning, she felt like it had been much longer since she had last been in here. Perhaps it was just some leftover rattles from the fight she had earlier. She walked through the carefully created open path through the moving boxes (read: she shoved the boxes out of the way after the first week) to get to the goods in her room: a clean bath towel and fresh underwear. Other clothes would be decided after she finished cleaning off all the sweat and grime. Before doing any of that, she took out the business card the kid gave her and set it down on top of the dresser. Wouldn't want to lose that in the wash.
Her clothes were one of the few things to be completely unpacked, due to how relatively easy it was to do so (only 4 or 5 relatively boxes) and the urgent need of having to access one's full wardrobe as soon as possible. Mali made her way over to the 3 drawer dresser by her bed and opened up the bottom drawer. In contrast to the rest of the apartment, the contents of the drawer were immaculately organized, panties and other bottom wear all arranged in a row at the front; bras stacked all together neatly at the back. From left to right the undergarments were sorted by the relative formality/fanciness in least to greatest. From the masses she picked out a set of underwear: a pastel yellow bandeau bra and charcoal grey boyshorts, comfortable and easy to wear, but still looks nice enough on a naked body.
A fluffy red towel was retrieved from a closet full of many similarly textured and vivid towels before Mali made her way to the bathroom. By now the
music and roar of the party was loud enough to be heard clearly deep in the apartment on the second floor. Oh how it must suck to be someone living nearby the block trying to get some sleep tonight. Perhaps they've grown accustomed to drowning out block parties when trying to get an eyeful. Mali pondered this as she adjusted the water, starting off with turning the knob about 200 degrees counterclockwise. After it had a minute to warm up she would decide any temperature adjustments from there. The towel was thrown over the curtain rod, about 60% of it hanging in toward the shower, the other 40% protected from any possible splashing and acting as a counterbalance.
Layers of sweat soaked clothes were peeled off until Mali stood nude, alone in her shower amidst a pile of damp clothes. It was almost as if her whole body took in a breath of fresh air after being stuck in a dank cave for hours. Well since she had the time, Mali looked over her body in the mirror from multiple perspectives, noting good spots and areas that she needed to work on, like the external obliques, or the fact that her thighs were a bit fattier than she would like them to be. A part of her felt like this was a bit self-indulgent, but another part retorted that this was part of the job. After all, if she didn't know what needed work, how could she improve?
Once the mirror started to fog up, Mali stepped into the shower proper. When she stepped past the curtain it came to light that she had turned the knob slightly too far to the left, setting the temperature to the surface of the Sun, a mistake that was quickly fixed with a hand that could out shoot Billy the Kid in a duel. Once the water was at a temperature that could be withstood by carbon-based lifeforms, let alone humans, Mali relaxed her muscles and let the water run over her. Or rather she would if the block party wasn't so loud as to remind her of it even over the noise of the running water. Well she could relax later. Might as well clean up quickly and get back down to the party.
One quick scrub later, Mali was out of the shower, still slightly damp and half naked, but mostly dried off. Before getting dressed in something more suitable for a party, Mali made a pit stop at the kitchen. It would be much easier to avoid ruining her diet if she wasn't hungry when she got down there. From the fridge Mali retrieved a "shake" of things that were good for her but felt like vomit in the mouth and tasted absolutely awful when combined together in a liquid form. Luckily, the skill of chugging was more easily mastered than one might believe if practiced every day. Nowadays she barely had to deal with the aftertaste, something easily dealt with with the use of an altoid or cup of water.
Mint still in mouth, Mali walked over to her window and looked down at the party below. Did she really want to join in? No not really. But what else would she do with all the noise? Unpack more boxes? Pfff. She returned back to her bedroom and opened up the closet. She'd been thinking of what to wear most of the day, and honestly she didn't have too many different outfits that fit her (astounding how getting big makes it difficult to find good looking clothes). So she just went with a
thin black top and a pair of dark blue jeans. A pair of socks and boots later, Mali felt ready to go to the party. Her hair was pretty straight, so it was fine to wear down after a quick brushing and makeup wasn't really her thing. It wasn't until she had left her apartment and walked back into the party that she realized she had no idea what to do. She'd never been to a party where she had known nobody. Well fuck it. Time to just dive in. Whatever happens happens.
