As Dakota Akihara crashes, Rhea Walton falters.
While one is drug away from a life in the 1%, the other finds it increasingly-unbearable to put up with the crushingly-expected and dependable monotony of slow business, bills to pay, and mou...
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"Jesus, what the hell's wrong with the sky?" I could barely see out of the window, not with the way water droplets kept streaming down its surface.
"Your mom." Rhea's muffled voice seeped through the slightly-ajar door with a fuck-ton of steam.
"Your dick." I yelled on reflex, moving away from the window. Due to my human-sponge-who-drowned-in-a-pool look, I was ordered to remain off the carpet and away from any furniture. Which basically left me this little strip of linoleum by the side-door. So here I was, teetering from one end of it to the other, feeling like a drowned rat and waiting for Rhea to get her slow ass out of my much needed hot, clean, wonderful shower.
"Yup, made the sky cry. It's that big." She retorted.
God, the water in there just kept running and running and running. Rhea, think of the children.
"Gotta give it to the genetalia of your imaginations, but the only thing that's glorious about you is the fact that you're in that shower."
"Funny you say that. Last I remembered, I was the freaking goddess of the universe. The ultimatum of glory. Bow down, peasant."
I felt shivers ransack my body once more. Not only was I soaked to the bone, the AC was doing a pretty good job of murder by blast.
"Dude, hurry your ass up. I'm about 50% popsicle right now and I'm not even kidding."
"I'm not even kidding. Dude! Ugh!" I heard an evil laugh enmenate from the wonder room after the mockery. "Patience, child."
Nope.
"That's it." I moved off of the linoleum and into forbidden carpet. "I can't take this anymore."
"Woa-woah woah. W-what are you doing?"
"Prepare yourself. Operation Bust In." I heard the stomping of feet and a rustling of fabric. I gave her ten seconds.
"Wait, Dud–" I yanked on the door.
"Going in, sergeant." I bursted through the door and ran into the still-running shower. Ah, so pleasantly scalding. I quickly peeled off my water-logged t-shirt and thwacked it to the floor, careful to stay as still as possible so hot water covered the majority of my skin. A brilliant thought blinked through my mind. I turned to the different nozzles, looking for the one that clogged the tub.
