You are Mine

~ 2 ~

 Lou woke up around 10 in the morning, feeling horny. She looked around for Debbie but well, she knew the brunette wouldn't be there. Her partner-in-crime was an early bird and woke up at 6:30, went jogging, then showered and was ready for the day. It was her routine. No matter how late she slept previous night, she always woke up at 6:30. Unlike her though, Lou was a night owl and wasn't a morning person. She loved to stay awake at nights but slept late till noon. Debbie usually let her sleep because of the club and Lou's hard work. Lou deserved good sleep after spending hours in club.

Thanks to the busy holiday month so far, Lou and Debbie had been working 24×7 to benefit the most from feeding cheap vodka to stupid rich bastards and spoilt daddy's princesses. Today though, they could sleep through the morning hours not bothering about work. But Debbie obviously woke up early. Lou smiled at the thought of her best friend. She loved thinking about her all the time.

She walked downstairs not bothering to change the shirt that was open thanks to Debbie's mischief last night, expecting to see the brunette sipping a cup of whatever shit nearby cafe prepares. The drink was the abomination Americans called coffee and slapped a 3-times more price tag than a regular home-made coffee. Lou mentally sighed imagining the shitty cup of shit. [Lou doesn't drink corporate cafe-made coffee. She brews her own. She prepares to perfection without fucking up the natural taste of the coffee. No, she is not a coffee nerd. She is just a normal Australian. And Australians know coffee better than Americans. They fucking showed Starbucks middle finger, Period].

Her expectations didn't fail because Debbie was indeed downstairs sipping a cup of coffee. She had showered and was ready for the day. To do what? Not decided yet but she always was prepared and ready.

Debbie, monitoring Lou so far as she walked down the stairs, greeted her with a smirk and a cheesy "Top of the morning to ya", with what she considered a heavy Irish accent but sounded a blend of Scottish and Irish with hint of Russian (???).

"One, stick to either Irish or Scottish. And I don't even know how you got Russian in the mix. Two, I am Lou, not Rose. Use this stereotype on her, not me you ignorant yank"

Debbie laughed. "Well, Geh day my-eet. How ah ya? Wah tev yu been up ta ly-eat-lee?" (G'day mate / How are ya? / What have you been up to lately), she said with the stereotypical Aussie accent.

"Christ! That was so bad!", Lou said shaking her head. "What's gotten into you early in the morning?", she asked, still humoured by Debbie's Aussie accent and made her way to kitchen. Her morning coffee preparation began.

"Remember the guy from last night? He was an Irish", Debbie said and stood behind Lou. Wrapping her arms around the blonde's waist, she rested her chin on Lou's shoulder. "But I had sex with a bogan Australian I met later"

"Oh", that's all Lou said in response and continued preparing her coffee. She wasn't interested in details. Also, Australian? Why? Isn't she enough?

"Handsome blond with a mullet. And blond moustache. Good build. Approximately 5'10" and lean. In early 50s I suppose. But was great in bed", she said, and tightened her embrace. Her words were spoken pretty close to Lou's neck thereby causing goosebumps on Lou's skin which Debbie noticed and smirked. "Really great in bed, this bogan Australian", she said and blew air on Lou's neck where she had the lovebite from whatever they did last night.

"Uh huh"

"7 inches", Debbie whispered in Lou's ears, purposely to make the blonde uncomfortable.

"Uh huh", Lou replied with a monotone clearly indicating her lack of interest in this talk. Debbie knew it very well but she usually had fun irritating Lou in the morning.