Whirlwind

8

[Riley]

"Riley it is too damn early to be drinking Merlot and listening to...bitch, is this Vivian Green?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at all the judgement being thrown around so early in the morning. I was just enjoying my vegetable omelette and turkey bacon, even though both were kind of brown on one side thanks to the sudden outburst I had. The second verse of Emotional Rollercoaster all the way to the bridge is the GOAT, so it was only right I started singing alongside the lyrics, but maybe not with the spatula glued to my hand all while forgetting my food was cooking on the stove. I heard and felt Vivian loud and clear during those few minutes and apparently Leslie did too. She had finally stormed into the kitchen complaining about me being loud last night and even louder this morning.

"It's never too early to drink some good red wine."

"Yes it is," she snatched the half empty bottle off the counter and placed it underneath her arm. "Especially when you probably didn't get any sleep last night and you're clearly emotionally out of it right now."

"Ma'am, I am fine. Now can I have my bottle back? It needs to be empty by noon. I still have time."

"No, I'm taking this with me." 

Her next mission was to turn off my Spotify playlist of R&B songs.

"What you need to do is finish eating and go to sleep for a few hours, maybe then you'll feel better." I sighed and tossed my fork onto my plate, before laying my head down on the counter top. 

I was beginning to feel this headache, which had been lurking around since yesterday, once again. This was not the ideal post celebration. I imagined drinking an overwhelming amount of alcohol, dancing my ass off and sleeping the following two days away before I got back to work. My emotions however wouldn't permit that last one. Instead I was wallowing in my wrath and somehow after my not so constructive 'talk' with Lamarr I was going through another array of feelings. If anyone could make me unstable it would sure be him.

"What happened with you two last night anyways? I had your guest room door cracked for a while and was listening. Only to ensure the safety of both individuals in the middle of combat." she teased, making me chuckle under my breath as I raised my head up from the counter, giving her a sly look.

Leslie had come to check on me last night after her long day but I knew the only reason for it was because of Donovan. As always, when my friends believed I needed supervision of some sort, they call each other and take turns monitoring me. Leslie was just a bit over the top with her supervision compared to Donovan. With all this known, I knew without a doubt that he gave her the details about what was happening here and she felt the need to pop up. When she arrived with her overnight bags and phone attached to her hand, I noted the defensive look on her face as she tried her best to block out Lamarr and I's spat. It wasn't her business, it was just her time to clock in for her 'shift' as they call it. I'm sure she got an earful though just as her nosey ass did while in that bedroom.

"It got silent for a while so I figured you all made up and were having that world's best make up sex, so I went to bed. You know, make up sex after what? Three years almost, would probably be amazing!"

"Leslie..."

"Shush. I'm not finished," she shot back cutting me off. "That was my guess until your yelling woke me up. I managed to fall right back asleep though. Only God knows how."

"Well, no dick was being slung in here. We could barely have a decent conversation without shouting and then his damn phone kept going off every time we seemed to be somewhat respectful towards each other."