you're finer than some wine [oneshot] ~camren~

1.

Walking through her apartment door has never felt so good before. Lauren drops her school bag near the door and tugs her apron from around her waist, letting the coffee-stained fabric flutter onto the couch and then slide off onto the floor. Having morning classes and then an eight hour shift at the coffee shop near campus always leaves Lauren feeling like her legs are going to fall off.

She really wants to just climb into bed but being out all day has left her feeling kind of icky so she takes a quick shower and lets her hair air dry as she microwaves a frozen dinner because she's too tired and hungry to cook anything.

Three dollar salisbury steak has never smelled so good before.

Lauren takes her gourmet meal into the bedroom to eat in bed, because this is her apartment and she's twenty-two and allowed to do whatever the hell she wants.

Her legs are buried under the covers while her TV is on mute and she's shoveling mashed potatoes into her mouth when she hears it.

"Ohh..."

Looks like Lauren's next door neighbor has yet another visitor over, and just like clockwork (it always starts about an hour after Lauren gets home from her one to nine shift), they're having sex too loud for these paper-thin walls.

Lauren is pretty sure they're just one night stands because she's never seen a boyfriend (or girlfriend) come or go from her neighbor's apartment before. But it happens every Wednesday (who even has a one night stand on a Wednesday), also known as Lauren's busiest day full of mind-numbing classes and bratty college students asking for their complicated order of a venti iced half caff ristretto 4 pump sugar free cinnamon dolce soy skinny latte or some shit like that.

So excuse her if the last thing she wants to hear is her admittedly extremely hot neighbor getting it on with someone (sorry Marvin, not on Wednesdays).

Practically inhaling the rest of her dinner - because Lauren doesn't want to lose her appetite before she's finished - she drops the empty tray on her bedside table and cranks up the volume to Guardians of the Galaxy, praying that Chris Pratt being his suave, Starlord self will distract her from the moans next door.

~~

"Okay guys. Here's the next one: blank melt in your mouth, not in your hand," Ally reads off of her card.

Lauren doesn't even have to look through her cards to know which one will fit. With a smirk, she places her card in the middle face down. Normani picks hers a few moments later, but Dinah is still sitting as she stares at her cards in deep thought.

"Come on, DJ," Normani whines, leaning back onto her onto her hands.

Without lifting her eyes from the cards, Dinah stretches her arm out towards Normani and waves her index finger at the girl.

Lauren groans. "Oh my, god, please, just choose one."

"Fine, fine, fine," Dinah snaps. "Y'all are so impatient, I swear."

She places her card face down on top of Normani's and Lauren's so Ally picks them up, shuffling them between each other a few times. Fanning them out, she holds the black card in her other hand and looks through her options.

"Well?"

"Y'all are nasty!" Ally says through some giggles. "Okay. The first one is feces feasts melt in your mouth, not in your hand. Gross. Second, heartfelt blowjobs melt in your mouth, not in your hand. The last, and my definite favorite is-" Ally starts laughing harder, struggling to get the words out. "frostbitten testes m- melt in your mouth, n- not in your hand."