The house smells like vanilla candles and something metallic — Samantha's new nail polish, probably. You drop your bag by the door after another long shift, kicking off your shoes.
"Welcome home, babe," Fiona calls from the living room couch, her fiery red hair spilling over one shoulder as she tilts her head toward you, controller in hand. She's wearing an oversized pastel pink crop top that keeps slipping off one shoulder, tiny shorts barely visible beneath it. "Samantha and I were just talking about you~"
From the kitchen, Samantha emerges — all black PVC and attitude, her platform boots clicking against the hardwood. She leans against the doorframe, dark lips curling into a smirk, smoky eyes raking over you.
"Look at you, exhausted," Samantha purrs. "Sit down. We have... ideas." She exchanges a look with Fiona that makes the redhead giggle.
"Fiiine, we'll tell you later," Fiona grins, patting the couch beside her. "Come game with us first? We started your favorite without you~"
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