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Chapter XI – Cow Tipping
"Fuck, I know you too." Amika lowered her gun in disbelief. Rome relaxed a little at the sound of a conscious human knowing that was one target he couldn't attack, at least not without a good reason. He shut and locked the door after they entered quietly behind them.
"Small talk later. Shower now. Aimi, go first." He was still wired from the attack and looked pretty game for another go if anyone wanted to challenge him. Now that they were inside he'd brush past anyone in his way in search of the bathroom with a hand on Aimi's back, steering her further inside.
Aimi grabbed Rome's hand and pulled him along with her. She wasn't about to go anywhere alone. He poked his head in the bathroom to check it out, as though there would a zombie filled hole in the wall. Finding it all clear, he sifted around in his supplies bag and produced a little vial of liquid dish soap. He left it on the sink for her to use.
"I'll try to find a towel," he offered, having nothing better to do and knowing he'd need one soon too. Roman shut the door behind her and looked around. There wasn't much in the way of towels but he found a couple of hand towels and brought them back. They would have to do. Then he stood sentry at the door to the bathroom.
"Thanks," Aimi replied and turned on the water. She would try her best to shower quickly.
"How do you know him?" Aubrey asked Amika suspiciously, crossing her arms across her chest.
"This is the bastard who was with me when the outbreak happened. He crashed into my car.. and then ditched me at the hospital." Amika's tone was not the friendliest and she wanted to aim her gun at him once more. She glanced over at Aubrey, finding her demeanor cute, though she would never outwardly admit it.
"You've been holed up in here the whole time?" Amika tucked her gun away and glanced around. She spotted the couches she had seen before and lead Aubrey to them. She set her backpack down on the ground before sitting. Might as well get comfortable while they waited for Roman and Aimi.
Hearing Amika's explanation, Aubrey calmed down and settled herself next to Amika on the sofa. Everything in the apartment was filthy. It made her extremely uncomfortable. As if to agree, the sofa wheezed dust as she sat down. She took very shallow breaths, trying not to inhale it.
"Found yourself a new mate?" Sebastien asked, ignoring Amika's question. He hated questions, made him feel like he was in an interrogation. While waiting for Amika's reply, "You guys want anything?"
"Have any coffee? Or juice?" Aubrey asked hopefully.
"I'm okay." Amika leaned back, both hands resting behind her head. The apartment seemed like his usual abode. Dirty, dark, and it seemed like the end of the world when you entered it. Aubrey's drink came as Roman ventured back into the bathroom and Aimi came out.
"I've got juice. Secret recipe," he winked at Aubrey as he came back with the cold glass of red fluid. Aubrey inspected the glass Sebastien offered her. It seemed clean enough, and it smelled good- like strawberries.
"Finished!" Aimi popped out, hair damp but smelling fresh. She had put on clean clothes and was feeling invigorated. Roman took a moment to look at her, it hadn't at all missed him that she was a cutie with giant jugs. Then he offered her one of the towels he found.
"That's all I found."
"Thanks, but I just leaned out the window and let the breeze dry me off," Aimi declined to take the towel.
"Lucky breeze," he commented and opened the door to the bathroom wider to switch places with her. Aimi slid by, her breasts brushing against Rome as she did so. She smiled at him and walked into the living room where the other girls were. She took one look at the furniture and decided to stand. Roman watched her as she moved away his expression neutral but his eyes practically burning into her. A little growling noise left him.
He was in and out of the shower in about 5 minutes. It would have taken him less time if it weren't for the coagulated blood-snot-goop the zombie had slobbered him with as he finished it off. He washed his shirt, had no hope for his pants and decided dirty jeans were better than wet dirty jeans. Toweling himself off quickly with one of the hand towels, Rome left the other on the sink but tucked the vial of soap back in his pack.
Amika caught a look at Aimi as she came out of the shower, maybe lingering a bit more than she intended. Her eyes snapped back to Aubrey, the displeased look made her smile. She leaned forward and kissed the side of her head. "You can shower before me if you want."
Aubrey's look was murderous but she quickly closed her eyes to temper it. The real battle was with Blair. "Thanks, babe," she replied. She paused for a languorous stretch in front of Amika before heading to the shower. She didn't bother to search for a towel.
Rome left the bathroom shirtless, clean and much more satisfied with things than before. He'd eaten, fought a fair amount and now he was showered. Life was damn good. Meanwhile, Amika held back a laugh at Aubrey, but got up a couple moments after she went into the shower. She picked up her bag and knocked on the bathroom door a few times.
"Who is it?" Aubrey answered, enjoying the feel of hot, clean water on her skin.
"Amika. Don't you want soap and such? I still have the stuff we got from CVS." She stated her only purpose for bothering the beautiful diva.
Aubrey smiled, her plan working. "Yes please!" she called to Amika.
She shook her head with a sigh, imagining Aubrey to order her to set down the bag and leave the room. She closed the door behind her, not wanting Sebastien to get any ideas, and unzipped the bag. She dug out the necessary items and held them in her hands. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to the shower, the water sounding amazing from her side.
"Here." Amika tapped the bottles against the blurry glass, alerting Aubrey that the items were at her disposal. Aubrey slid the glass door wide open, watching as Amika's jaw dropped. While she had her momentarily dazed, Aubrey dumped the bottles into the tub and grabbed Amika by the hands, pulling her inside.
Amika stripped out of her clothes at lightning speeds. She had wanted this since she had seen Aubrey in a shower the first time. Blair was the last thing on her mind as she drew the other girl close to her body and brought her into a long deep kiss.
Rome moved into the main room and behind Aimi and remained there casually, also more interested in standing than sitting, canvas pack slung over one shoulder. He didn't look around much. His eyes would shift towards whatever moved and remain there until something or someone else moved as though he'd de-evolved in the last couple weeks.
"So..." Sebastien disturbed the silence. Rome's dark brown eyes flicked over to him and landed on him intently, fixed, focused. "Do any cow-tipping lately?"
Rome stared for a moment, wondering if this clown actually thought he was funny or if he was trying to ask a serious question. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd actually seen a cow.. let alone tipped it. He failed to formulate a reply and continued to stare.
"What's taking them so long," Aimi wondered aloud.
"Purple hasn't come back from the bathroom yet. Don't ask if you don't know already."
"You mean they're... oh," Aimi trailed off, a blush warming her cheeks.
"Mmhmm." He looked down at her in front of him, tempted to do with her what Amika was doing with Aubrey - or the other way around as the case may have been.
"You know I have a spare bedroom," Sebastien offered, catching the look Rome was giving Aimi.
If the living room was this filthy, Aimi was afraid to see the bedroom. "Uhm, we're good. Thanks." Rome gave him an up-nod.
"Thanks man, but she's a prude and I ain't hauling a pregnant chick around."
Sebastien dug around in his pocket for a second before pulling out a lengthy strip of unused condoms. "Here, you need 'em more than I do."
He leaned around Aimi and took the offered prize saying, "You, sir, are a survivor," by way of compliment and nodded gratefully. He tucked them away in a pocket, bouncing his eyebrows at Aimi. If Aimi's cheeks could have gotten redder, she would have been a tomato. Sebastien grinned wolfishly at the pair in response.
"The average condom can hold six liters of water before bursting!" Aimi quipped nervously. Rome leaned towards her flushed face and whispered, "And only one of me," before kissing her on the cheek and resuming his former position. Aimi smiled, her cheeks positively on fire.
It was then that Aubrey reappeared, looking clean and gorgeous per usual. She had left Amika in the bathroom to recover. Amika didn't take that long to "recover" and exited the bathroom a few minutes after Aubrey. She felt clean, refreshed.. and satisfied. Her pack was slung over her shoulder and her hair was pulled up into a ponytail. Aubrey avoided the couch this time, but retrieved her juice from the coffee table and finally took a drink. It tasted delicious, although it had a strange aftertaste.
"No!" Amika knocked the glass from Aubrey's hand. She had already downed half the contents by the time Amika reacted, but Amika saved her from taking the whole 'dose'. She glared at Sebastien while grabbing Aubrey and holding her close, as if she could fight the effects of the drugs she just took.
"What's wrong with you?" Aubrey pushed herself away from Amika, "That was the only juice I've come across in weeks!" Having been satisfied, she was back to her bitchier self.
"There's more where that came from," Sebastien replied, leaping up to get more.
"Damn it, Sebastien." Amika continued to attempt to kill him with her eyes, "What did you put in it?" Rome raised an eyebrow but didn't interfere or speak up on anyone's behalf.
'Drama, drama and more drama...' Rome rolled his eyes.
"You'll be thanking me later," Sebastien winked at Amika, "Care for a taste yourself?" He offered her the freshly mixed glass. Aubrey snatched it from his hand before Amika could answer and took several long drinks.
"Hey!" Amika snatched it from her and took a hearty swig, as if making a point of drinking more than her in fewer gulps. The after taste made her stick her tongue out. "Fuck... He spiked it."
"Give it back!" Aubrey cried. "You're imagining things! Who would bother with drugs at a time like this?" she snapped, hand on hip. Sebastien began laughing uncontrollably.
"You don't know Sebastien.. You just met him. I've known him since high school.. and he definitely spiked it." Amika giggled.
"Well, they'll make better bait drugged..," Rome muttered off-hand not trying to keep the opinion from anyone.
"Is it just me, or is it hot in here?" Aubrey asked, her skin suddenly felt hot and tingly.
"We need to get back to the safe room, I don't like it here," Aimi whispered.
"Fuck 'em," he said with regards to the two chemically unstable women. He looked out the window behind them. It was getting to a point where the sun was starting to disappear behind apartments and other shorter buildings. If they were going to leave, just the two of them, they'd have to do it now.
"Let's go." He loaded his gun with a full clip and moved the flamethrower to an accessible position. Still shirtless and not about to spare seconds getting a thin layer of fabric on, he reached for Aimi's hand and headed for the door.
"Thanks for everything, man. Have a good night." Aimi followed quickly after Rome, anxious to get out of the dirty room and away from the dirty man.
"Good luck," she called to the two women, hoping they would fare well but not wanting to stick around to make sure of it.
"Whatever man, peace," Sebastien called after them, slamming the door shut behind them. Amika waved them off nonchalantly before grabbing Aubrey by her hips and kissing her. Her skin felt like it glowed and the only thing on her mind was Aubrey, especially after that amazing shower. As the door slammed Amika pulled Aubrey's legs around her waist and pushed her back against the wall. High or not, Amika wasn't going near Sebastien's couches again.
Aubrey felt like she was in heaven. Every touch felt like an explosion of stars on her skin. And was it her imagination or could she see fireworks? It didn't matter as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the rush she was feeling from the drugs and Amika.
"Starting without me?" Sebastien chuckled as he walked up to the pair and picked them both up with his bare hands, carrying them off to the bedroom where he collapsed with them onto the bed. Despite her mouth on Aubrey's neck, her leg shot out at Sebastien. She had been high enough times with him to automatically ward him off. She also was protective enough of Aubrey to kick into gear. At the moment, no one could touch Aubrey but her.
Sebastien dodged the kick and then got an idea. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out multiple pairs of police grade handcuffs, figuring he'd have to "persuade" Amika in order to get some playtime. While she was distracted with Aubrey, he leaped forward and grabbed her by the ankles, quickly cuffing her feet together.
As soon as Amika had her feet bound she whipped out her pistol from her lower back. Gun cocked and ready, she aimed and pulled the trigger. Sebastien staggered backwards from the force of the bullet, but was unable to catch his balance. He fell backwards and crashed through the glass window that was behind him. "Help!" he cried, as his pants caught on the broken glass in the frame and kept him from plummeting to the ground.
Amika didn't say anything but she did lean over the bed to the dresser. She searched around for the key so she could uncuff her feet. It almost seemed that Sebastien had been forgotten as soon as he 'left' the room. The search was beginning to become a challenge. All the various items in the drawer touched her skin and caused different sensations to course through her. Finally finding it, she pulled her feet on the bed and started to look for the keyhole.
"I could use some help guys!" he was afraid to move, in case his jeans would rip but he was slowly falling out of them. "Amika? Hot chick? Anyone?" Damn, I knew I should have worn a belt today...
Finally free from the restraints she turned her attention to Aubrey, who was petting the lamp next to her. She grabbed her ankle to pull her closer and planted a kiss on her shoulder before her mouth trailed to her neck.
