That night on the docks has created chaos. Even more chaos than Lita had been able to predict. Normally, she’d be able to shrug such things off. Violence and death happened, it was part of life. But when word had reached her that Eva had gotten hurt that night because of the black out.. her guilt had tripled. And of course made her next more pretty unavoidable. She needed to see her. Wanted to make sure it wasn’t too bad. Even if learning so didn’t exactly mean she was allowed to feel less guilty.
Pressing the doorbell, Lita adjusted her grip on the paper bag she was holding, making sure that the ‘get well’ balloon tied to it did not crash into anything as she did so. As usual, one of the boys Eva lived with opened, greeting her and telling her where she could find her co worker and friend. Lita thanked the younger male, calmly making her way trough the house to Eva’s room. “Knock knock. Can I come in?” she said to the crack in the door, gently pushing it a bit more open to peer inside.
Morning runs were one of King and Whiskey’s daily rituals, and running along the beach as the sunrise burned off the fog was one of King’s new favorite things. After their hard run King collapsed onto the sand, panting hard as Whiskey happily flopped down beside him. He stayed down on the sand for a few more minutes before getting up to fill Whiskey’s travel bowl with some much needed water. As Whiskey was lapping up her water King saw his new acquaintance Lita running down the path towards him. Waving to her he called out “Hey Lita, mind if I interrupt your run for a moment?”
There was nothing so cleansing, to both body and soul, than to run. From a very young age, Lita had taken to run whenever she had too much going on. Or if she was restless. Heck even just to exercise between classes in college. She liked getting into the zone, reaching that amazing runners high that made her feel as if she could go on for hundreds of miles. There were few things that could compare or boost her mood. Well perhaps sex or a really tasty meal. Or ice cream. But not all of those were as good for her as running were. As usual she had come home after a few work assignments and just felt like moving. Strapping on her shoes and changing into her running clothes had been done without thinking. And now here she was, chasing pavement. Noticing a waving hand in front of her, and then the voice calling out to her, Lita skidded to a stop. Her smile came easy upon realizing it was King and Whiskey. “Hey King. Whiskey-boo. Whats up?”
“I don’t fucking care whose side you’re on, this is a civilian– an innocent human being and you will help me take them to safety.” Some nights, at galas and other fancy events, Veronica enjoyed playing a sophisticated lady and exchanging polite remarks with a brilliant smile plastered across her painted lips. Other nights there was just no time to be polite. Instead, she roared at the nearest person in her most demanding tone, supporting the weight of an injured man. Some poor soul who happened to stumble into the frenzied bloodbath.
“The fuck V! I’m a little busy here.” Lita called back, cursing when the Berk-Morgan guy she’d been chasing got away because of her halting in response to her friends call. Stomping her foot in frustration, the brunette flipped the safety on her gun and holstered it, before turning back. Her strides back to Veronica and the half conscious man on the ground were quick, filled with the impatience she felt. “Busy night for you too huh?” she asked the older female as she bent down to take the mans other arm to help her half drag, half carry him forward. She did hope safety didn’t mean the hospital. While she could hide her gun, she wasn’t eager to show up there looking sweaty and smelling like gunpowder. Being arrested was not on her agenda for tonight.
“Hell yeah! This is just the tip of the iceberg, I wanna shred them to pieces for what they did to dad.” Despite having differences with his siblings, Lita was the one he had a closer relationship with, even if she was a direct competition for the leadership of the group. Their mindsets were similar, they both were on board on getting their revenge and didn’t mind getting their hands dirty. When he realized the person walking out of the car was no other than Theodora Wilkes, Lucas couldn’t help but feeling a bit restless, since dealing her and her security people weren’t on the plans, but Lita was right. They had made it here, backing down would just be a coward move, and that’s not the image he wanted to give off. “You’re right, we gotta act now.” Turning at his crew, he gave them a nod. “Get all your guns ready, they will start shooting as soon as they see us.” And they were just a minutes away from the spot, before the car stopped. As soon as the man got out of the car and aimed his gun pulling the trigger, the lights went fully off, leaving the place in complete darkness and not knowing anymore if he hit someone or not. “Shit! What the fuck happened? Everyone, watch out.” He only managed to crouch behind the car to avoid getting hit in the crossfire, and starting shooting back at them.
“They’re going to feel just a small inch of our fury with this. We’ll make them pay, little by little till they have nothing left.” Lita agreed, not hiding her thirst for revenge. Not from her brother and not from those who were ready to stand with them. She and Lucas might not always see eye to eye, but this they very much agreed on. That revenge was their way forward. That they would need to shed some sweat, blood and dirt to get it. It was a relief that for once they could be a united front, even if she did suspect that she was also considered a competitor. No matter what their mother decreed, she was no longer in charge. And Luka knew how badly Lita wanted out from behind her computer. Knew that she was less reckless and short sighted than he tended to be. That did make her a threat to his position. He was in charge now, but the truth was that to remain there he needed to make all the right choices. A lot of which she had helped him make. But for tonight, none of that mattered. They had a common enemy, a common goal. Anything else would be put aside. For a fraction of a second, doubt crossed Lita’s features. Theodora Wilkes herself, here? Fuck that did not bode well. But she stood by the words she had uttered but a moment ago. This was it. They couldn’t back down now. Flipping her safety off as she slid out of the car, Lita didn’t waste her breath. She aimed and shot. And then everything around them went black. Instinctively crouching down, she moved behind the car. “Did they just.. somehow cut the power?” she hissed, crouching behind her brother. “Assholes.” Shooting a hole in one of the cars windows, Lita used the window ledge to hop up on so she could rain bullets back, using the car as a shield each time fire was returned. “If we want that shipment we need to move Luka!”
He’s been shot before, injured before and this, he knows is just a gunshot wound to the thigh, it’s not going to kill him. He can see the anger in her eyes before she even speaks to him, gun still aimed at him and instead of crying over a bleeding thigh, he stiffens his jaw and he smirks. Because sure, Angelita Jansen had him fooled, but she won’t get the best of him, especially not here. “Is that what this is about? A revenge plot gone wrong?” he begins, smile falling into something dangerous as his gaze darkens, “because if so you can do much better than this,” he continues as if she doesn’t have her gun aimed at him and enough anger in her to shoot him “Go ahead, kill me,” he tells her, taunts even “Kill me because i promise you if you let me walk out of here I will find you and destroy you, do you understand that? Do you think I’ve not had guns pointed at me? Do you think I’m afraid of you?” he asks, and his voice is menacing and cocky and if she shoots him down right now at least he’d go down knowing he told his family he loved them. “I promise you if you let me walk away from this I wiill have your head for even thinking about my family and I am a devil of my word. So do it, shoot me.”
Years of pent up anger is running trough Lita’s body, burning her from the inside, making her want to repeatedly lash out at everyone, and everything. She knows its irrational, foolish even. Whatever she puts into words, will only be tossed back at her, twisted to make her even angrier, to make her feel worse. Elias Morgan might be a charming guy, heck without his mob boss mask he’s even been damn right pleasant to be around. But that was before he knew she was a player. Now they’ve blown their cover to bits and Lita is very well aware that things will change form this night onward. Part of her has been hungry for it, tired of playing innocent, of playing dumb. But it was the price if they were to gather strength and move in the shadows for long enough to get an edge, to take their time to get both legs underneath them and then some before striking. “Maybe. Or maybe we’re just coming for all of you. Wilkes. Berks. Morgan. Doesn’t really matter. You’re in our way, and you’ve been dominating the markets for too long. Its time for change.” Lita replies, managing to tamper only slightly down her anger, trying to reel in, unsure if it would be wise to reveal her own personal motives. His taunts however, brings her back to the boiling point all too quickly, her muscles tensing even more. This stupid jackass. “I think you went from being a grunt to a white, ritch dude with people to send out to do your damn dirty work. I think you learned from a murderer how to lead. And had I been alone in this, you would be dead years ago. As would your monster of a predecessor.” She snarled those last three sentences, hating that she had orders to follow. Hating that she couldn’t do as she well damned pleased. “No, but the difference is I’m not afraid of you either.” Now she smiled, her anger turning colder, more dangerous. “Do your worst Morgan. I’ve been spying on you for months on end, and you didn’t have a clue. I’ve been hacking my way into all your precious files, anything useful I could get my hands on.” she chuckled callously. “Your security is sorely lacking all around. And you think a death threat matters to me? Thirty one years of planning your precious mobs demise, and thats gonna deter me? Then you’re more stupid than you look. Disappointing really.”
Tis but a flesh wound...for whatever reason that phrase from that one Monty Python movie keeps playing in her head. To be honest, there could be a lot worse things playing in her head in the moment. Seems her brain still finds humor in any injuries she’s sustained, and right now with a bullet wound in her stomach she needs some comedic relief to distract herself from the pain. Right now bullets are ricocheting a little too close for comfort, and she needs to move farther from the firefight.
Quickly reloading her 9mm and discarding the empty mag, she keeps her bandanna pressed to her wound as a makeshift bandage. She’s injured, and she knows that staying out in the open will just make her an easy target, that won’t help her crew. If she can slow the bleeding down, she can see if she can find a better vantage point to assist her crew, or at least make it to better cover. Ayla starts moving down the line of shipping containers in a hurried stumble. A few gunmen and bullets later, she’s made her way closer to where she’ll have an ideal vantage point, drops to the ground, back against a shipping crate as she cranes her neck to scope out the area. That’s when she hears footsteps.
Whipping her head around Ayla aims her gun in the direction of the sound, right about now hoping it isn’t someone she has to shoot...because she’s sure she’s starting to run out of ammo.
Despite her lungs screaming for air, Lita was breathing slowly in and out, trying to make sure she couldn’t be detected by anyone who might be lurking nearby. For now its quiet, as if everyone is taking time to breathe and gather themselves before going at it once more. It really can’t be described, the feeling of being in the middle of it all, past the point of caring whether or not its you who’ll fall next. Normal people would care. Value their own lives and safety over victory or revenge. Over winning or beating someone else. At the moment, Lita doesn’t care. As long as she gets to fire back, and hopefully damage some lives in return for how her life has been damaged, she’ll put her life on the line.
As bullets start flying her way once more, Lita ducks down and crawls behind a shipping container, getting to her feet once she’s fully covered. Slowly moving around the crate, she’s expecting to be found out by another gang member, having to endure a silent stand off. But the girl on the ground is shot, bleeding badly. While her gun is a threat, she doesn’t look like she belongs. Well, its only an assumption. “Gee girl, that looks bad. Did you ask for that or were you caught in the crossfire?” Lita asks, lowering her gun a little to show that there’s no need for the other to be pointing hers. “Look I’ll put mine away if you do, deal? If you won’t hurt me, I won’t hurt you.”
“Everything’s in position.” Emmanuel commented while looking at the tablet in his hands, where they were tracking the containers. It wasn’t hard to get one of the WIlkes’ workers to talk more than he should; with enough alcohol in their system, drawing information was kids play. They had time to plant some cameras on the docks to monitor the place and their movements before arriving.
“Ready to take down some motherfuckers, diablita?” Lucas turned to his sister, lips crooked into a smirk as he loaded his gun. She wasn’t supposed to be part of this plan, according to mother’s ideas of how the family should act. But if this was a Jansens against the world operation, what was the point of just having one of them on board? “I feel this is gonna be our night.”
Just as they were getting closer, they saw another vehicle parking on cameras, and they guy turned the device for Lucas to see. “This can’t be anything good, man.” ( @litaxjansen )
Sliding one of the smaller push knives into her sleeve sheath, Lita reminded herself to not let her excitement show. When they’d planned this raid, she had told Luka she wanted in, but as always she hadn’t known if he would actually agree this time. Crossing their mother was not something either of them did lightly, even if there was a small chance she might not find out. Glancing to the tablet in Emmanuel’s hands, Lita nodded, content with seeing the docks cleared of any traffic or human presence other than their own.
Her answering grin to her brother was decidedly wicked. “Lets go raise some hell, show these rich snots what we’re made of.” she replied, allowing her excitement to shine trough just then. “I know it is.” As they drove the last bit of the way, Lita too cocked her gun, loading the first bullet into the mag. She wasn’t as good of a shot as a thrower. Where her knives could find whatever target she chose, she’d spent hours with her small revolver to accomplish what she now deemed as near perfection in regards to aim. At least with a still target.. As good as its going to get. Propping herself up to get a good look at the screen, Lita bit back a sigh. It had been wishful thinking they wouldn’t run into some kind of obstacle. “We didn’t get this far to back down now.” she argued, though looking to her brother as she said so, fairly sure though that his opinion would align with hers.
There are so many guns pointed in his direciton, he’ll be surprised if he makes it out of this. He’s got a vest on underneath his suit, as he always does when something big, even just a shipment coming in, happens, but he feels like that won’t even help him out of this one. He’s glad he kissed the girls goodbye before he left, he’s glad he spent his time with Casey this morning, because at the very least, they’ll have those moments if he doesn’t come home to them. There are people he doesn’t recognize, not apart of the Wilkes or his own crew, and they seem intent on causing chaos. There’s a woman with a gun pointed directly at him and Elias’ gun is aiming for her too and he knows, he knows, he knows this could very well be the end of him, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t go down without a fight. It’s cheesy, like in the movies, but it’s the bullet coming towards him that feels like it’s going in slow motion as he fires his own gun and when it hits him in the thigh, he tries not to make a sound, flinches but doesn’t let it stop him, instead working through the pain but it’s searing, suddenly and it throws him off just a little, missing his target. @litaxjansen
Amidst the gunfire and commotion, Lita feels her body move instinctively. And she lets it, sure that she ought to be fearing for her life. Instead a fire burns inside her, engulfing her. These fuckings Berk-Morgans. This time they don’t get to win. They don’t get to walk out victorious without losses. She’ll make sure of it. Upon seeing Luka fall though, getting a shout from one of the members with a code word to let her know the boss is injured, her anger tenfolds. The world around her blurs further as she moves, shooting at anything in her sights, cursing and ducking to avoid bullets finding their way into her flesh. Its all very disorienting, until her gaze locks on their prime target. The one she’s been playing unawares with for months. Elias Morgan. Lita plants her feet, aims, ready to fire. She’s just about to press the trigger when someone shouts her name, making her loose focus to step out of the path of that bullet that nearly missed her. All the while she pulls her own trigger, its more of a reflex than anything. But in that split second he’s managed to move, and so has she. The only difference being that her bullet found flesh, and his did not. Her eyes doesn’t leave him as she steps closer, noticing how he’s holding his injured leg. “How does it feel?” she asks, both hands on her gun, still aiming at him. “Had it just been you and me here, that would have been your head. Next time, it might be your lovely wife or those cute twins. Thats what you and your filth deserves, to feel the loss of your loved ones. To despair at how unfair their death was.” The fury in her voice is palpable, matching the scorch her eyes is sending out. Hate is petty, for teenagers and the weak. But revenge, an eye for an eye, that is the closest thing to justice Lita figures she’ll ever get.
When the clock passed midnight on a Saturday night, most would either be home in bed or out partying. It was how city life worked, wasn’t it? For most people that was. Maybe if you weren’t a Jansen. As the computer light danced across the features of the youngest one, she was only half paying attention to what she was doing. Most people.. Lita didn’t consider herself among them, though she sometimes envied their blind ignorance. Well envied and pitied. It was a mystery to her how you walked the streets of this city and didn’t realize that there were a lot more going on than would end up endangering you. Or ward you off if you were curious enough to look a bit too closely. The mix of stupidity and naivete that lived amongst the general population was incredulous to her. But then again they were lucky. Able to live their lives in pure ignorance. She’d used to picture what that was like, and then find herself strongly in need to yell at someone or punch someone way past the point of breaking. It was lucky she was a bit calmer these days. More in control of her anger and aggression.
The sudden yet faint sound of footsteps from the front room made Lita stiffen before she quietly slid off her stool and moved along the wall, reaching for the knife in her ankle holster and pulling it out, ready to strike. Slipping trough the backroom door, she crouched down by a shelf as the intruders steps came closer. Had it not been for that split second of her checking him out from behind before lounging, she would have cut without thinking furter. “For fucks sake Luke!” she all but growled at her older brother. “The next time you saunter in here I’ll end up putting a knife in your back thinking you’re some drunk breaking in.”
Staring out into empty space, Lita found herself musing over the last month. Once again her family had proved just how broken they were, struggling to come together even over a proper Christmas meal. Whenever they were all together, which in itself was rare these days, a lead or an important meeting or anything gang related really would come up. Then her eldest brother would quickly make an excuse, their mother would tell Lita to mind the food and she or she and Luke would be off. It didn’t smart as much anymore. Maybe it would have if Lita found herself to hold out hope or dream that things would magically change. She wasn’t that naive though. This time she’d indulged in a bottle of whiskey on her own and managed to get into it with one sorry lonely fuck thinking he could have a piece of her when she wobbled her way home. She hadn’t spared his nuts or his pride, taking all her anger out in one go, not really caring if it was cruel of her.
One of the waitresses had come over while she was musing, saying something that the brunette couldn’t quite catch. “Huh?” she asked, cocking a brow, trying not to be testy that the other was interrupting her. “Are you finished with that? Would you like to order something else?” The staff at Rosie’s Diner were always perfectly polite. “Could I just get a black coffee? And please tell Veronica I’m here. She’s in, isn’t she?” The younger girl smiled and promised to see if she could fetch the owner, leaving Lita once more to her thoughts.
okay so here goes. this is my gal Lita Jansen, and she is a headstrong, independent and feisty photographer and boxing instructor. Her brother is Luke Jansen and she is secretly helping out behind the scenes(because momma does not approve) with her IT skills after majoring in Computer Science and being an all around electronics and information tech nerd. in her opinion there is no better hacker hah. think Mr Robot meets Quinn James from One Tree Hill meets well yeah a good bit of Raven Reyes.
So if yah want a bigger insight into her, feel free to take a look at her bio below :) and all connections are oh so welcome! I’m open to anything really ^_^
Growing up, Lita was constantly in a tug of war with what she wanted for herself, and what her family wanted for her. Being the bratty little sister who was rarely told no did not build the best foundation for the teen and later woman she became. However, when your mother is Guillermina Jansen, a woman consumed by revenge and ruthlessness, you do learn to bend when the option is to be further broken. Her mother wanted Angelita to be so many things that she wasn’t. And Lita tried so hard to convince her that she was something else. Trough her entire upbringing, Lita could get a yes from everyone but her mother. Her brothers, babysitters, teachers, fellow peers, they all caved eventually. Guillermina however, did not. When Lita thought she was old enough to walk alone to and from school, her mother insisted she’d always have a chaperone. A tomboyish nine year old wanting to start soccer was put in Ballet instead. As the teen years approached, the youngest Jansen had a strict curfew. When it was time for college, Guillermina had already picked out her Major. Computer sciences would lead to a good paying, safe and secure job. Any dreams of a career as a firefighter were thrown out the window. Any attempts at discussions or refusals were met with a stone wall and chilled words sounding more like threats than parental advice.
Suffice to say, Lita both hates and loves her mother. She thinks of her fathers death as a curse, one that instilled misery and unnecessary obstacles in her life. Many of whom she’s convinced that would not have existed were her father alive today. The damage his supposed accident caused to his family, his wife, his children was fatal in different ways than loss of life. Yet she can’t find it in her to pity her mom. The woman is a beast with only one goal, to get revenge. And it doesn’t matter that Lita would do anything, push herself to new heights, transform her body to be ready for war, she’s simply told that she’s not allowed to take part. This and the many parts of her life which she detests, has fueled a great rage in her, one she can’t ever seem to burn out.
The best outlet she’s ever found for her anger has been boxing. And while her mother would never let her take classes as an adolescent, Lita found ways to be taught as soon as Guillermina’s attention was turned elsewhere. Her photography is her calm space, the action that fills her with peace and serenity. Its not something she thought she would be able to create a living of until her last year of college when one of her professors passed on her work to an agency who wanted to represent her and had a stack of jobs for her to consider. The opportunities were immense, and gave Lita the chance to travel to far corners of the world, have her work both in newspapers, exhibitions and galleries both in the US and Europe. Of course truly pursuing that type of career would mean wanting to travel and explore far more than she wants to, but for now its good money for what Lita doesn’t consider much hard work. Seeing as its not a job her mother is entirely pleased with either she’s expecting to have to give it up eventually, but for now its a way to express herself and explore her creativity. Because no matter how stubborn, angry or reckless Lita can be, there is something wistful to her as well. She’s always had the urge to roam freely, the need to make up her own mind, carve out her own path. At her core she is a free spirit, just one with claws and teeth when you try to cage her.
Settling back down in the city after her travels felt right for Lita. She loves the bright lights, the darker ally’s, the gruff people out on the streets. Here she can be herself, the feisty Mexican girl with a wild side, and sometimes a soft side. While its not always easy, its nice to be close to her family again. Not to mention old friends and the like. Its comfortable, yet Lita finds herself restless. Like something is still missing. She knows what she wants to devote her life to, she even knows that she’s better suited, trained and driven than half the people in her brothers crew. If only her mother would see it.
Majoring in Computer Science left Lita with a great skill set, one she utilizes both for her own, and her family’s gain. While her mother doesn’t approve of her being involved with the gang her brother is growing, Lucas has been a bit more forthcoming, in secret of course. And so Lita finds herself spending evenings and nights at the Liquor store, often bringing her notepad of ideas and her laptop, drinking and hanging out. No matter how many times she’s told no, she can’t help but feel like the opportunity to prove her worth is so close. All she needs is a break, a small chink in the armor, a chance to convince and show her skills. Until the day comes, she’ll be pouncing in the shadows, helping her brother as much as he’ll let her.
fun facts ;
Lita is not awful fond of her name, at least not the romantic understanding of angels. so if you do know her just a little, you can be sure she’s introduced herself as ‘Lita’ not Angelita.
she has a rather large knife collection and always carries one on her unless she’s teaching at the Energy Hub.
dreams of owning a motorcycle but knows her mother would freak if she tried to buy one.
is a somewhat of a health freak but tries to hide this because she doesn’t want to bug people too much.
detests bullies and will throw her hat in the ring whenever she sees someone being treated unfairly.
will cut you and make you suffer if you touch her family...
sometimes freelances as a hacker so if your charrie has a ear to the underground he/she might have used her or heard of her.
PEACHES FOOD TRUCK was this large, yellow monstrosity that she brought off of the internet and with the help of some friends, turned into her own little restaurant. She got to drive it around Crystal City and put smiles on peoples faces whenever she handed them one of her meals, be it a classic with a twist, or something brand new, flavors she hadn’t seen together before. This place was her heart outside of her body, with how much pride she had in it, although a brick and mortor store was somewhere in the end goal. She’s in New Haven today, and the item of the week is a fig jam, brie and proscuitto panini. She’s got a purple bandana wrapped around her head like you would a headband, keeping her hair out of her face as she pokes her head out of the little window. “What can I get ya, honey? Lucky you, you’re my last order before I close up, so it’s on the house, or well, the bus.” she asks, smile on her face the last word out of her mouth hit hard with her accent.
Rubbing her hands together quite strongly, Lita cursed herself for having forgone any kind of mittens when she stepped out of the papers office to take some city candids today. Her boss hadn’t been particularly specific about what he wanted which allowed her creativity to flow, and as usual she had found herself lost in the task. When she did come back up from her camera induced haze, her stomach was growling wildly. Which lead her to the nearest point of access for some decent food. The truck wasn’t unfamiliar to her, a faint memory of buying with friends here and there surfacing as she studied the menu and then met the gaze of the ashy blonde standing inside. The headband coupled with her accent and familiar sounding term made Lita chuckle a bit under her breath. “Now that does make me lucky indeed. And its very kind of you. Do you have any of those panini’s left? I mean I’m starving so I’d eat anything at this point really..” she disclosed with an answering smile, brushing her hair over her shoulder and shifting the camera strap a bit.
“Yes Jeff I heard you. Somethings off with the cycling rooms tv.. I’ll take a look at it.” she promised one of the other instructors, wondering why she hadn’t just kept her mouth shut a few months back when she’d managed to reveal that she was fairly good with electronics. You kind of had to be with a major in Computer Science. But allowing that to become public knowledge at work? Maybe not the best idea. Lita simply couldn’t stand by and watch someone who had no idea what they were doing tinker with cables. It was always a fifty fifty chance they’d electrocute themselves.. especially when they didn’t know what a HDMI port was. How could you live trough modern life and not know? Poor sap. Running a hand trough her hair, she was internally reminding herself how she’d need to braid it before todays class when she noticed a familiar figure up ahead. “Starting out early today?” she questioned friendlily, locking eyes with Elias.
“aight, sorry about the mess, but i’m tryna claim my half of the place already. roommate search is still on-going, but i guess the fault is on me. because the usual takers are these….disgusting boys, i think you know how i don’t mix well with those creatures.” monroe says as she welcomes the person into her home. there were still boxes scattered on the living room floor, though everything else, like the couch and the coffee table were now already set up. she nods at them, gesturing her visitor to come with her to the kitchen. “so, what i have so far is….rootbeer, orange juice, some water and….this one,” she shows the bottle of vodka to them. it may or may have not been one of those things she lifted a few days ago and completely forgot that she even did it in the first place. “i think we can make something we these–well, except the root beer. guess we can make some screwdriver cocktail and just drink the day away?” @crystalcitystarters
“Don’t worry about it, I’ve seen worse.” Lita replied with a shrug. Much worse in fact. Honestly the place was downright tidy compared to how her house had looked at times when her mom was all checked out and her brothers were left in charge of cleaning. The comment on disgusting boys though had the brunette smirking a little knowingly, not unfamiliar with the term. Then again she considered herself to be pretty lenient where others and their messes were concerned. Unless it like started smelling really bad or made it impossible for her to cook or get across a shared floorspace. “Look you do come off as a little dramatic turning guys into creatures. They’re not from another planet, you just need to separate the spoiled ones from the decent ones. Most of them will actually clean up their shit. But if you don’t want to live with them then say its a girls only place? Though in my experience girls can be just as disgusting as guys..” Coming along into the kitchen, Lita listens to the list of beverages, her eyes landing on the vodka bottle, trying not to seem too excited about the prospect of getting a bit boozed up. “Do you have ice cream? Cause then we could make some mean rootbeer floats. Though a skrewdriver is good too.”
