In the morning, Filly was the first to awaken. Her eyes fluttered open, then abruptly shut once the sunlight decided to glare at her. Oh how she hated the sun in the morning. It was nothing but trouble. Cursing under her breath, Filly rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a thud. "Christ," she swore, grumbling.
Picking herself up, Filly tried to make it to the door and realized she was still in her clothes from the night before. Shrugging, she turned the knob and stumbled down the hall towards the bathroom. Shutting the bathroom door behind her, Filly forgot to lock it, and instead turned on the water in the shower. That's what she would do - have a nice, cold shower to get over her hangover, and the thoughts of Mr. Grumpy Pants. She stripped herself of the alcohol-flavored clothing and shivered as the water hit her.
Humming to herself, Filly didn't hear the door creak open, and a sleepy Skittery walk in.
Skittery grinned roguishly as he stripped down to nothing and quietly crept towards the brightly patterned shower curtain. "And you thought you could escape me so easily!" he said over dramatically, half blinded by the steam as he hopped into the shower. Whiskey had left the room early, winking at him seductively, so Skittery knew she just had to be waiting for him in the shower.
Covering a shriek, Filly didn't know what to do. She caught herself squinting at Skittery's pecks through the steam, and then her eyes started to go lower before she turned away. This wasn't happening! Skittery had a girl. He had… Spot's leftovers basically – the neighborhood bicycle… but still! He had to think she was Whiskey!
"C'mon baby, don't turn around. Mr. Happy is looking for some cheering up," Skittery whined. He reached out and started to slowly massage Filly's shoulders.
Filly was so torn. His hands were like magic, massaging all the tension out of her muscles, but on the other hand… he had a girl! Without her even noticing, Filly let out a slight moan, followed by an 'eep' once she figured out what she had done.
"What's wrong Satan?" he smirked, using Whiskey's nickname. "Am I bigger than usual?" he asked and pressed up against her. One glorious night with a woman and Skittery decided to let the ego flourish.
Filly's eyes widened when Skittery started to slide his hands around her chest. No, this couldn't happen. Eventually he'd figure it out and then there would be hell to pay. Pushing away, Filly turned around and waved her arms frantically in the air. "Skittery, you're NAKED AGAIN!" she screeched.
Skittery blinked…. repeatedly. The steam still made it hard to make out the other figure in the shower, but as soon as she had screeched the 'naked' part, he knew it wasn't Satan sharing a revealing experience with him. "FILLY?!" he yelled and backed off. "What the fuck are you doing in here?"
"What does it look like, Mr. Happy?" she asked. "TAKING A SHOWER!"
"Where's Whiskey?" Skittery asked, forgetting that he was still in the shower butt naked.
"How would I know!" Filly shouted. "Would you please leave so I can finish!"
Some of the steam had cleared from all the waving of arms and Skittery found himself taking a glance, then he stumbled backwards, and fell on his ass. "Fuck!"
Laughing, but not before grabbing the shower curtain and covering herself, Filly pointed at the now naked and fallen Skittery. "You're still naked," she pointed out gleefully. "Aww, is the big, bad Mr. Happy getting a little shy?" Filly asked as the cold air caused Skittery's assets to shrink dramatically.
Glaring, Skittery pushed himself up off the ground and grabbed a towel, covering himself as he picked up his clothes. "You wanted Mr. Happy, and don't deny it!" he shouted on his way out the door.
