No Surprise Complete Without A Bang! || Blevada
Nevada followed Blake’s line of vision and let out a soft chuckle when she spotted the imprint of the dancer’s shoe on her door. She raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend’s statement, nodding in agreement. “No kidding. It sounded like you were trying to demolish the wall. Why exactly did you kick the door anyways?” the Latina asked with a smirk. She never really knew what to expect from the other woman. That was one of the best things about her.Â
She smiled as she returned the brief kiss. “You’re actually just in time for dinner…. Although some of it ended up on the floor since someone decided to go G.I. Jane on the door.” She laughed out. “Care to join me?” she asked as she made her way back to the kitchen.Â
Blake grinned slightly, she had no idea she was able to kick with that much force to come even close to making it look like an attempt to break down the wall, though she could imagine it would sound like that. What she did that for? She wasn't even sure and thought back of why the hell she got here again in the first place. Oh, right. The woman couldn't help but chuckle a little, "Well, as it turns out my hormones went nuts and my instincts thought kicking in the door would be fast than to knock. Little did they know it would make myself jump back to normal and awkward. Next time I'll at least make sure I finish what I was planning instead of going halfway." She grinned ambiguously, adding a small wink.
The brunette pouted, trying her best not to burst out in laughing, "So there's less food now thanks to me? Did I just waste part of my portion?" It didn't take long before she couldn't keep a straight face anymore, imagining the sight of the chef jumping at the loud bang, partly thrown in her own face. She laughed, "Oh my god, I'm sorry." The dancer cleared her throat, chuckling, "Of course I'd like to join you, m'lady."









