I Would Have

Diamonds and Gasoline

Song for this chapter is:

Diamonds and Gasoline- Turnpike Troubadours

"And I would buy for you a diamond
Or myself some gasoline
If I can't afford you darlin'
Then I can't afford to dream
And is it time I should be movin'?
Is it time I settle down?
Will I sit still or will I feel the wheels a-spinnin' 'round?"

*Isadora*

Her alarm sounds far too early. His sounds just moments after. Isadora groans, and cuddles further into Ryot. Behind her, Bean stretches, and promptly farts.

"Classy, Beanie." She reluctantly sits up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Her head is pounding, absolutely splitting her skull it feels like. She groans, as he rubs her back.

"Nasty hangover, yeah?" She nods. The dogs stand at the door, whining.

"Yeah yeah I'm going. Impatient assholes." She pulls on a pair of scrub pants, opening the door and following the dogs to the front door. They barrel outside, squatting as soon as they hit the grass.
"Bunch of drama queens, you lot are." She teases them. The dogs pad back to the door happily, tails wagging. They go inside, Bean galloping toward the bedroom. All she can hear is a grunt as Bean presumably leapt on her target.

"How much do you weigh?!" Comes the strangled groan. The girl can't help it. She laughs, dumping ibuprofen into her hand.
"105. Come on doll face, up and at em. Coffee's on." She calls to him. Ryot emerges from her bedroom in his jeans, shirt in hand.

"Clearly that number is just a little more now." He says. She scoffs before swallowing down six ibuprofen dry.
"Are you calling this sweet little blockhead fat?" The dog pads up to her, panting happily, as the girl smushes the skin around her face.

"Huh? Is that mean man calling you fat?" The dog's tongue hangs sideways as she takes in the affection.
"You're just as needy as your momma." Isadora tells the dog lovingly. From the sofa, Peach groans.

"Oh you are too, old lady." She calls to the other dog.
Ryot chuckles at the sight, and turns for the bathroom, stopping short. "You don't by chance have an extra toothbrush and deodorant?"

She gives him a crooked grin, one dimple popping. "Under the sink, and medicine cabinet."

He disappears, and Isadora makes her coffee. Debating on if she should try to make his, she pours it into a cup, adding what she thinks is the right amount of sugar and cream.

She leans against the counter, sipping her drink, waiting for it to wake her up. It's only when her chest touches the cool counter top does she realize she needs to finish putting her scrubs on.
"Sh-t." She leaves her coffee, putting his on the bar, and hurries to the bedroom, pulling her tank top down. T-shirt bra, sports bra, tank top up, long sleeve, scrub top. She'd have to wing it for her hair today.

Ryot steps out of the bathroom as she emerges from the bedroom, looking frazzled.

"You didn't tell me it was mens deodorant." He teases. "I was looking for something fruity, maybe even lavender." Isadora scoffs.

"I'm one of the few of the female population that acknowledges they sweat, darlin." She pops in the bathroom behind him.
"Coffee's on the bar." She says, kicking the door closed.

He's sipping his coffee when she comes out a few minutes later, more bright-eyed than before. Her hair was rolled into a donut bun, with braids wrapped neatly around it.

"You can tame your hair, in less than ten minutes, and it looks like that?" He says incredulously. She nods.

"Learned time management and how to do it so fast in basic." She returns to her coffee, draining it and refilling her mug. It's only five-thirty. Twenty minutes before she had to leave.