Nothin' but a Party (Bo/Ingrid)
"Shit." Sure, having friends over was great, in theory. She absolutely adored all of her girls to pieces - particularly Ingrid. She didn't love her any more than the others, really, but she worried about her most and never missed an opportunity to hang out with her, but she would've done just about anything to not have to put on pants. In the long run, she knew Ingrid wouldn't have cared.. but it was just common courtesy to put on some bottoms when you were going to have company. In fact, she'd kind of been slacking off on a lot lately - she'd even taken a nap! She looked around the den with a pouty look on her features. She had magazines strewn about her coffee table and there were dirty dishes in the sink. With a sigh, she stood and began to wash them. Being a perfectionist like Bo, it was hard for celebrating to really be fun. Not that they were actually celebrating anything, to be honest. Bo just wanted an excuse to have some fun and she jumped at the small, slightly stupid one that she found in her conversation with Ingrid. Still, it was better than nothing. Ingrid didn't turn Bo down when she invited her over to drink. Well, not often. She still thought she was crazy. Vodka and seven up. Bo wasn't into Vodka much unless it was flavored smirnoff - and just about everyone on earth would give her shit for drinking it. So, she'd normally get a screwdriver when she did her underage (damnit, America) drinking and would force down the burning liquid, pretending like it didn't completely ruin the orange juice. Even responsible, motherly Bo liked to cut loose. It wasn't like she was Piper. Speaking of, what was up with Piper? Bo never understood why she wasn't social like the rest. That worried her, too. She was snapped out of her thoughts by a knock at the door. She'd managed to get the house picked up by then. Thank God. If she'd finished, then she would've had to wait on Ingrid. When she waited, she often thought.. and lately, thoughts had been leading to her parents. No thank you. "Ingrid!" The squeal escaping the English Roses' only brunette was her form of greeting. She threw her arms around the other like she hadn't seen her in ages when it probably hadn't been more than two days. "We're gonna have so much fun." Even drinking alone, they could enjoy themselves.