"No, babe, just.." Emily's voice trailed from the other side of the door.
Alison, who stood outside the household bathroom was audibly seething now, after hearing her girlfriend say 'no' for what was about the hundredth time.
"Just open the fucking door, Emily," Alison said sternly before doing a couple of deep breaths to cool herself down.
Finally giving in (since Alison hardly ever swore around her girl and her swearing most probably meant that she was seriously fuming now), Emily swung the bathroom door open and saw a relatively pissed Alison, who was obviously trying hard not to curse again.
The brunette walked past her angered girlfriend as though she wasn't frustrated herself, so as to make light of the whole situation, and headed for the drawers.
"What do you plan to do with that?" the blonde asked almost immediately after Emily strode past her.
"Pick at it," Emily replied matter-of-factly and held up a comb in her hand. "I cannot believe we're arguing over a piece of gum in my hair!" she thought.
"Wrong. You just got that rebonded, right?" Alison retorted, "As for your second mistake today, you took out your frustration on me the second you walked in the door. Very drunk, if I might add. How was the party by the way?" she said in a biting tone, paired with eyes that shot daggers towards the big piece of pale pink rubber that sat amongst her mermaid's hair.
"It was great, thank you very much. Noel hired a ton of strippers so yeah, we were all set for the night," the brunette answered coarsely, further getting a rise out of the already agitated blonde, which ultimately caused her to jump in surprise after seeing Alison disappear into the bathroom only to come back with a pair of scissors.
"This argument is over."
" I hate this," Emily muttered under her breath.
The pair settled down not long after – with Alison pleased with her handiwork and Emily just being glad they had stopped bickering over gum.
They cozied up next to each other on the couch, a rom-com playing on the TV.
"So about the strippers.." Alison started.
Emily sat up straight and looked at her girl with amused eyes, "Are we seriously gonna talk about that?"
Alison frowned at her.
"Ali, nobody came up to me, okay?" she said in between chuckles.
Seeing the tension on her girlfriend's shoulder fall, Emily resumed their previous sitting positions, Alison leaning on Emily's shoulder, continuing the lazy afternoon they shared.
"Although now might not be the best time to say that it was Hanna that might have accidentally placed the gum in my hair..."
"Accidentally?" Alison sat up this time, curious as to how the piece of gum possibly travelled from Hanna's mouth to Emily's hair.
"Yeah… it... the gum… she.." the brunette struggled for words.
"Should I be worried?"
Emily's eyebrows shot up as she frantically tried to answer, "No! No, no. Of course not! I mean, Hanna was just kinda drunk, is all. She might have been a bit too.. somatic."
"Kinda drunk? Somatic?" Alison thought. Everyone knew what Hanna was when she was drunk. And appropriate was definitely not it. To top it off, Emily had a knack for sublimating her words. So at the idea of a drunk Hanna being all up on Emily, Alison stood and grabbed her cardigan that hung by the door.
"I'm going to kill her, Emily."
