special delivery to ; @prescottmellon
location ; the marlowe’s residency
date & time ; march 16th at 2:30pm
The quintessential routine of Pandora’s day to day consisted of sleeping in till noon, briefly scan over her e-mails which was always an influx of young girls attempting to get with Matthieu through her, and then scrolling shamelessly social media sights before her cerebrum grew numb. All of this happened before her shift at Iris & Eve. Unfortunately, the next two weeks would be a fortunate hit to her income. Other kids would’ve asked their parents to loan them money to pay for their finances, the platinum locked blonde took measures into her own grips. All of the evenings of her shift were jammed packed and the enormous tips were benefits. Then again, what mattered more? Your own personal health or your finances? Both, but technically the first option. It’s how she ended up in this circumstance. It may seem like butterflies and sunshines flower just by the glance of it. Prescott Mellon had decided to make himself snug in the Marlowe Residency in Ventura as self-quarantine became a reality. Plus, swearing on her mother’s grave, the other male did not want to go home and spend it with his uncle. Now, it just meant she had to share her bed with him. Platonic and all. From her bedroom, the young girl could hear a COVID-19 Quarantine Party playlist blasting through the surround-sound downstairs. The only reason how she knew it was this particular playlist because Pandora was guilty, herself, on taking a listen to it. Of course, it appeared on her Spotify activity and a majority of Matty’s fans entered into Instagram DMs asking her about her favorite song. This was their generation. It was a reality but yet, comical to the majority of them. If she could remember correctly, she had sworn the kid's neighbors down the street were shrieking in relief at the lack of school for the upcoming weeks. Or, it could’ve been Evelyn because that woman was a tyrant and misfortune happened to be her middle name. Then again, who had the time to investigate the noise down the block? Not her. Social-distancing was in full effect. We’ll just see how well it turned out to be considering Scotty was here and plenty of liquor to last them for fourteen days, hell, even longer if they wanted to pull extreme measures.
After folding the last of her items, the petite female made her grand way down the sizable stairs that ate up the majority of space in the house, only to wander into the family room. All she could do was put her hands upon her petite hips, watching Scotty in the distance making himself right at home. The break between the current song ending and the next one beginning was the perfect moment for her to intrude on his festivities. Howling on top of her lungs, something that may have been unexpected from how rarely Pandora's voice rarely rose from the shelter of its angelic range. “Hey!” Seafoam hues staring down at him before throwing her hands up in the air. Within an instant, the platinum blonde told Alexa to lower in volume which oddly enough, the device decided to abide by her request for once. “Are you fucking deaf? Do you realize there are other people in this house going through quarantine as well?” Knowing and doing the most to bite her tongue about how his quarantine should be at home with his uncle. All of the yattering which caused her eardrums to ache in agony, this was the last territory she’ll dip her toe into.