Catching Avery

Chapter 2

Sloth: Because if I wasn't on a mission to get laid (like some people I knew), why weren't sweats and a t-shirt acceptable attire?

Avery~

After I'd gotten home, I'd made a quick dinner of boxed lasagna because boxed dinners worked just fine for my life until a family made an appearance in it. Once I cleaned up dinner, I didn't have time for that bubble bath that I'd been wanting, so I'd had no choice but to cheat on my tub with my shower.

Goddamn Quinn.

Now, I usually wasn't big on caring what people thought, and while I wasn't the stunner that Quinn was or matched the beauty that Izzy had, I wasn't entirely hopeless. I had black hair down to my waist that had a natural curl, and I loved that about my hair because when in a hurry, my hair curling itself helped give me the look that I had actually taken some time with my appearance. Plus, the natural curl helped with the messy bun look, and I loved the messy bun look.

I also wasn't tall at all. In fact, I was shorter than Q with my five-foot-three-inches, but that's what heels were for. There wasn't anything fabulous about my figure, either. I was so adequately proportioned that nothing about my body stood out. I had decent sized boobs and hips, and as long as I could be identified as a female, I was happy. The only odd thing about me were my eyes, and they sort of gave me a minor complex. They were this weird sort of silver color.

Yep. Silver.

Not a normal grey like most human beings, but a metallic-looking silver. People were always asking me if they were contacts, and when I'd say that they weren't, they always looked at me like I was an alien life form or a liar. So, I'd started letting people just believe they were contacts; it made me feel less self-conscious that way. They sat below dark brows that by the grace of God didn't need plucking, and the rest of my face was rather unremarkable. A normal slender nose, pink cheeks, full lips, and a slight tan complexion made up what was Avery Christine Ellis. Thankfully, I wasn't one of those women that worried about every little imperfection; I wasn't beautiful, but I wasn't ugly, either.

Once my hair and makeup were completed, I went to my closet to find the perfect outfit. I hadn't overdone it with the makeup since I was going out for moral one-night stand support only and wasn't actually looking to get some vagina love. Some eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss were enough to do the job. I didn't realize how sad the state of my social life had become until I saw that all my going out clothes were hidden behind the stay-at-home t-shirts, lounge dresses, and work outfits. But in all honesty, why couldn't I wear sweats and a t-shirt if I wasn't the one looking to get laid?

After twenty minutes of sifting through my closet, I finally settled on a nice pair of black hip-hugger jeans and a button-up charcoal short-sleeve blouse. I finished off the look with a pair of black four-inch heeled ankle cut boots. Casual enough for an after-work lounge, but still stylish enough for Calico's if need be.

I left my hair down, letting it do its thing, but I threw a clip in my purse just in case I decided to get drunk later. Being the evil genius that I was, I always carried a hairclip in my purse in case I found myself hugging the toilet when I got home. Being single, I lost out on those special moments when the man that you loved had to hold your hair back while you puked out tequila shots.

Done with getting ready, I decided to take a cab to Izzy's. Now, while I knew that public transportation could add up, it was just so much easier than driving. Honestly, I was pretty sure that I really needed to re-evaluate my level of slothiness. I was starting to wonder if I was reaching intervention status.

While Quinn and I both lived fairly close to SMA Global, Izzy lived about a fifteen-minute cab ride away on Junipero. I texted both ladies that I was on my way, so using her genius math skills, Q opened up the door right as I was lifting my arm to knock. Full disclosure, it could also have been my hollering 'I'm here, bitches' as I was walking up to the door that clued her in on my arrival.