Fang chuckled to the sound of the squeal she heard from behind the door and the scuffling before the door slammed open, prepared for anything — whether it was sudden hug tackle or sound of the nickname she was given which was the one she got. A small chuckle and a smile “Vani!” she exclaimed before putting her foot by the door so did hit the other with the same speed it slammed it into the wall with. “Ready? We gotta drag tha’ stick in tha mud from his hovel.” And she meant that literally seeing as how the man never left his apartment or his office for anything. It was a rather simple plan that she was sure the two could pull off with easy, counting if the one being dragged out was dressed. If not, improvising was necessary.
“Ready!” Vanille grinned before flashing one of her best friends a wink. She span quickly around in a circle, grabbing her bag and keys that she had strategically left by the door. “Operation stick-in-the-mud-to-party-princess is A GO!” Vanille giggled before shuffling her way out of apartment, doing a double take as she almost walked away without locking her front door. She then linked arms with her Fangie and bounded for the stairs.
Several days of unpacking her stuff into the apartments assigned to the administration, took a lot longer than she would have liked it between teaching her class and — that was about it, procrastination still seemed to be her problem long after high school and college. Not like it bothered her one bit. The text from Vanille, Fang suggesting the old adventures to a bar or whatever bar that was interesting enough to go into, was just the thing in the middle of the week of all things. They were gonna have to drag the other administrator from his apartment, willingly or not.
Fang finished what she was doing, putting a couple of things she bought into the fridge and went of to get bathe, get dressed and eat something small before running off to the floor above to retrieve the other. Keeping her apparel simple and casual; faded jeans, black tank top and cut ankle boots. Draping her jacket on her arm, she walked out of the apartment, making sure the door was locked jogged up the stairs to the next floor. WIth a couple of hard knocks to the door, Fang waited for to it to open.
It had been too long since Vanille had been out, she had too much excitement and energy building up inside of her, she had to do something to burn it all off. So she had convinced Fang to go out with her, and to coerce the up-tight-in-need-of-a-little-fun principle to come along with them. Vanille hadn’t been able to keep still all day, she had been so excited that she’d nearly missed teaching two out of the her three classes for the day.
Her bed was covered in clothes that Vanille had tried but later discared in her attempt to find the perfect outfit. Eventually she had decided on a figure hugging black dress that finished just above her knees and gave just the tantalising view of cleavage. With the dress she wore a pair of white stilettos, a long chained necklace that ended somewhere around her belly button and a pretty black jacket that shimmered in the light when she moved. She’d curled her hair into soft ringlets and kept her make up simple, except for her deep red lips.
Vanille gave a squeal when heard a knock at the door. Moving as fast as her dress and shoes would allow she made her way to the door and swung it open, barely noticing when it slammed against the wall. “Fangie!”
Just a normal day - Open
“I’m doing fine, and yourself? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you and Fang.” She took a seat on the edge of Vanille’s desk, a kind expression worn upon her face, yet no smile.
Maybe we should have some girly evening or something? A sleepover with too much icecream, pizza and chocolate?
Rebellion | @Yazoo
Oh, you don’t worry about Sephy Poo, I can keep him distracted - He doesn’t know half of what I get up to at this school.
Do you need any help with this rebellion? Me and my minions shall be more than happy to help