Friday Mornings

The smell of brewing coffee wafted about the living room—which was fairly messy. The hallway, the bathroom (that happened to be atrocious), and their bedroom lay discarded clothes, the couple couldn't really decipher if a piece was clean or not. They busied about, throwing and tossing more of their wears around.

The blonde woman sped through the hall with her naked, long legs, buttoning her black blouse with a toothbrush in her mouth. She passed her frantic boyfriend, entering the bathroom to spit the minty foam from her lips. Cynthia grabbed a brush and quickly combed it, she rushed back into their bedroom.

The man looked incredibly perplexed at the two capes he held in each hand. As if it even mattered which one he wore, they were the same color. The redhead stood there in his white dress shirt and grey boxers with a grim face as his girlfriend scrambled by him.

Cynthia's eyes darted every which way in the room, searching amongst the clothing for a specific pair of black slacks. "Lance, have you seen the pants I got from Bertha?" The blonde kept searching about the room while her boyfriend's face still remained attached to the capes.

"Didn't you leave them at the cleaner's?" Lance said, feeling the fabric of one cape.

"Shit, you're right! I completely forgot," she sighed, running a hand through her yellow hair panicky. Cynthia began to shuffle through the clothes on the ground, picking up another pair of black slacks she had. The woman put leg after leg into the pants and tugged them up her body.

"Cynth… Which cape should I wear?" the man said indifferently, eyeing the seams of the second cape.

She grunted buttoning the pants and grabbing her long black coat. "It doesn't really matter, you don't have to even wear one." Lance opened his mouth but she spoke again before he could say anything. "But if you really want my opinion, the one you had made in Viridian."

"Great choice," he nodded, throwing both of the capes from before onto the bed and pulling out another of the same color from the closet, putting it on. "You almost ready?"

"Yeah, let's go now," Cynthia breathed, striding out of the room and down the hall. Lance followed her, the couple leaving their extremely disorderly apartment happily.