A/N: Alright, I'm officially off strike and I thought I'd add a new story to celebrate. This is what happens after Chicago, after Velma and Roxie's rise to the top. They live together, but they're not in a relationship. So, with that in mind, enjoy and review please.

Velma, who was half submerged in subconscious thoughts, rolled over sleepily. She had enjoyed a nice, pleasant dream until someone rudely woke her up. She cracked her eyes open to see Roxie staring back at her. Honey eyes met baby blue; a faint smile crept to Roxie's lips.

"Boo," she whispered, giggling at Velma's face. Slight amusement and annoyance were plainly visible on Velma's features, and she wondered what time it was.

"Rox, why do you insist on bugging me early in the morning, you know it makes me all cranky." Velma sighed, rolling over again so that now her back faced Roxie.

"Velma, you'd be cranky anyway so why does it matter?" Roxie asked, staring at the back of Velma's head. Velma shifted slightly, feeling the heat of Roxie's stare. All Velma's attempted efforts to go back to sleep were obliterated by Roxie's penetrating stare, and Velma knew she could keep it up for hours. Growling slightly, she sat up on the edge of the bed, rolling her stiff neck back and forth.

"Alright Rox, you win, I'm up." Velma groaned, standing up to stretch. She glanced at Roxie who gave her a happy grin, clearly satisfied with Velma's reaction.

"Get ya every time," Roxie said smugly, smirking at Velma. Velma gave the famous death glare and that seemed to soften Roxie, if only temporarily.

"Shut it, you little shit," Velma said, beginning to take out a clean skirt to wear.

"Ready for tonight's act?" Roxie wondered, glancing up at Velma from the bed. Velma didn't seem to hear her, continuing to dress herself. Roxie sighed, rolled her eyes, and pulled the sheets over her head.

"Roxie, you little drama queen, get outta my bed before I make you get out." Velma heard muffled protests from under the sheets, sighing she walked out of the room, leaving Roxie to protest to the walls.

Roxie must have finally realized that Velma was no longer in the room because she walked into the kitchen. Velma smirked, Roxie looked slightly puzzled.

"Vel, you didn't answer my question."

"When did you ask me a question?" Velma wondered, clearly having missed something. Roxie rolled her eyes and sighed loudly.

"I asked if you were ready for tonight's act?" Roxie said. Velma gave her signature smirk again.

"I was born ready, Rox."

A/N: So? What did you think? Naughty Pirates like reviews.