log: amara and lil

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Very late on Wednesday night, Lil rouses her roommate out of her slumber to drag her out to start celebrating her 21st. Amara is a little resistant to begin with, but really, who can resist the steamroller that is Lil?



Lil looked at her watch. Fifteen minutes until midnight, which in her opinion was plenty of time to grab her roommate and drag her out for the next few hours in celebration. After everything that had happened in Budapest to the two of them, the taller blonde knew Amara was in just as much need of a night out on the town as she was.

Plus, it was Amara's twenty first birthday.

"Cookie, I know you're in there. Open up the door," Lil demanded with a solid knock aimed at getting her rommie's attention even if the other girl were asleep.

Amara was, in fact, asleep. Now that classes were over for the summer, she had taken to keeping much more regular hours than she had in the past. But not even she could sleep through Lil banging on her door, especially when combined with her voice either. It did, however, take her a few moments to actually get out of bed, before somewhat sleepily going to the door.

"Lil? Is everything alright?" She asked as she opened the door.

"No," the Canadian replied with an expression as serious as she could make it. Oh, this was going to be fun. "You gotta get dressed fast. Hurry!"

"What?" You shouldn't do this sort of thing to your rather trusting roommate, Lil, as she has in fact turned away from the door to head for her closet. "What is it? What's happened?" Way to panic her.

Joining Amara at her closet, Lil reached in and pulled out a pair of the tightest looking jeans she could find. Handing them over, she began sorting through the shirts for something even close to appropriate for a night out at the bar. "We gotta go to the city. There's a problem."

... those are not the sort of jeans Amara would wear in an emergency situation. Starting to wake up a little more, she looked at the jeans, then back at Lil. "What sort of problem, Lil?"

"The problem that you're turning twenty-one and aren't there yet," Lil returned while continuing to pick through the options hanging before her. "No. No. Nonono... you don't think you'd fit any of the tops I got, do you?"

"... this really isn't necessary." Amara would just calm right down now, thank you very much. "I was doing quite fine being asleep. And of course I wouldn't fit into any of your tops, they'd probably end up coming down to my knees." The curse of being on the tall side, Lil. Sharing your clothes with mere mortals became difficult.

"Pfft, then we turn it into a dress with a belt and you put on some leggins. Tada. Hmm, that might actually work." Lil's green eyes turned from the closet to her roommate, bright and full of mirth. "And of course," she repeated, "It's necessary. You're only twenty-one once - unless you lie about it, but that's not the point. It's you're birthday and I told you I was gonna take you out for it, so I am."

Amara had learnt from past experience that trying to stop Lil when she'd set her mind to something was pretty impossible, or at least for her when she wasn't prone to being stubborn in the first place. She sighed, trying not to smile a little herself. "But did you really need to drag me out of bed for it? There's a whole 24 hours of my birthday."

"Yeah, but we can't celebrate in the car on the way to New York unless you want me to sing to you the whole way - which you don't, by the way, trust me," she amended quickly. "That knocks an hour off and an hour to get back. Then you gotta sleep to get ready for tomorrow night when I'm dragging you to Harry's for drinks and cake with whoever decides to show up. I figured the club scene wasn't your thing but we can still have fun. Now, shirt. We gotta find you something."

"Lil..." Amara sighed. "You really don't need to make a big fuss out of it." Being the focus of attention was not necessarily her favourite thing in the world. She nudged past Lil and went diving into the depths of her closet, digging out a top she'd been given as a birthday gift last year. Not exactly Amara's style, as it was a green satiny camisole top that was slightly lower cut than she usually wore. But in comparison to Lil's wardrobe, she would much rather be wearing this. "Will this do?"

"I ain't making you do kegstands or play beer pong or anything," Lil pointed out. Her smirk widened into a brighter, pleased smile when she saw the top. "Perfect. I'm ain't gonna get you drunk tonight, promise. Just a couple hours at a bar - maybe an after hours place if you're up for it but I ain't gonna let you get completely sloshed. Harry's might be another story..."

"You know, it's really probably not a good idea for me to get drunk, I don't want to burn down the bar or have it swallowed up by an earthquake or something." Who knows what could happen! Amara tossed the clothes onto the bed, heading for her drawers to dig up some underwear.

Lil laughed at that and began searching through her suite-mate's shoes. "Good thing I know where the extinguisher is at Harry's. Don't worry about it, okay? We're gonna have fun; drink and maybe find a guy or two to dance with - nothing more," she added quickly with a knowing look over her shoulder. "Just fun. Come on, after all that school work you did and than fucking Budapest, don't you think you could use a night of not having to deal with shit?"

"You haven't seen me try to dance, have you?" Amara laughed, shaking her head. "Just as long as it's nothing too crazy, okay? I don't think I'm up for anything too fun."

"You're Brazilian so you're already one up on me," Lil replied, pulling out a pair of gold sandals to compliment her roommate's outfit before tossing them at her feet and standing up. "You have my word, Amara. I ain't gonna let you do anything stupid or make a fool of yourself or drink until your sick. I am, however, going to start your birthday off right."

"... well not exactly." Nova Roma might have been in Brazil, but that didn't make it particularly Brazilian! Or at least Amara had never thought of herself that way. "Thank you. I do appreciate that." Her word, that is. Not necessarily being woken up at midnight to go out partying. "I guess I should get changed then." And no offence, Lil, but she would really like a little privacy for that.

The taller woman nodded and made her way back toward the living area. "Five minutes. Oh, and Cookie? You try to be smart and climb out the window? I'm pouring the dirtiest named shots I can think of down your throat until you're up on a table, dancing topless once I catch you. Not a threat, promise," Lil finished and closed the door with a smirk.

The only response from Amara is a very large squeak.