::The landlord leads Andrea up the hallway and stops outside a door.::

"This is it, my love."

::He unlocks the door and hands her the key, lust and general horny ickiness thrusting - yes - thrusting, through him as his hand brushes against hers.::

"If you need me, just call..."

::He pauses, as if waiting for her to tell him how much she needs him right there, right then, but gets nothing. He leaves.::

::Andrea stares for a moment, just straight ahead of her, feeling utterly and completely violated. Eventually she realises that she's standing in the doorway still doing nothing, and steps into her apartment. She sniffs around, noting the grotty furniture and all that jazz, before pocketing the key and stepping out into the hallway.::

::Gently unlocking the door, Andrea pokes her head in, wary that the Landlord might be doing all sorts of unspeakable actions over her belongings - or lack thereof. Finding the place empty, she steps gingerly over a dirty stain on the carpet and takes in her surroundings.::

"Fuck."

::Walking over to the bed, she finds cleanish sheets at the foot of it and proceeds to make a mess of making the bed. Once finished, a good fifteen-to-twenty minutes later after having taken a two minute job, Andrea decides it's safe and flops onto the bed. Almost impaling herself on a wayward spring.::

"Okay, I need to find somewhere else to live."

::Lying back, she avoids anything hazardous and imagines the grandeur of the Penthouses Vince and that guy must live in.::

(Mmm... Vince and that guy...)

::Falls into a light sleep.::

::Andrea wakes up from her three-day nap and stretches. She goes take a shower and puts her hair up in a turban before raiding the cupboards for some food. Settling on some crappy cereal, she quickly eats while wondering what to do now.::

(Maybe I'll go see if Chloe is okay... not like I have any other friends. Bah. What gives anyway? I'm being a wuss. I should go out kill things! Evil things, that is... hum... how the hell do I use telekinesis anyway? I was making stuff happen when I was shitting it so, do I have to be scared everytime?)

::Frowning, she concentrates on the now-empty bowl and with a wave of her hand tries to move it. Nothing.::

"Bugger it."

::Bored with her failing attempts at TK, Andrea scowls and takes her hair down.::

(Like I need a crummy power anyway. Piece of crap.)

::She glares at the bowl spitefully and even hates it for a moment. Suddenly, it slides across the table, leaps off the edge, and shatter against the wall, dribbling milk onto the already-soiled carpet.::

"Ha! I tricked you! Little sucker!"

::Pauses, wondering if she truly is a total weirdo.::

"Um..."

::Leaves her home, heading for the magic shop.::

::Andrea forgets to lock the door behind her like the useless lump she is, and wanders in, desolate. Thinking about how much of an idiot she is with a fluttering heart for Chloe, she sinks into the couch and sighs.::

(Could do with about forty packs of Malteasers right about now...)

::She flicks on the TV and looks for something decent.::

"Friends re-run. Friends re-run. Friends re-run. Friends re-run. Friends re-run. Taxi? Uck. Friends re-run."

::Sighs then turns the "toob" off.::

(What to do, what to do?)

"Practise my power? Never."

::Getting up, she takes the remote for the telly and places it on a table, before focussing on making it slide across. For a long time, nothing happens. A really long time. Really really long.::

"Goddamn stupid power!"

::Whee! The remote shoots across the room and smacks into the TV with a crack. Andrea winces at the small dent in the glass and again when the remote smashes upon contact with the floor.::

"Right. Well. That, most certainly was not me."

(So what do I do? It's night and I'm in the house. Alone. I don't even have a job to go to tomorrow! And the one person I thought... okay this is pathetic. Come on Ands, get a grip on yourself. Why do you need company anyway? Because you need someone? Bull. You don't need anybody. Keep it that way. Distance yourself and you won't get hurt, simple as that.)

::Andrea sighs unhappily and wanders over to a full length mirror, staring at the reflection of her hands before into her own eyes.::

"Who are you?"

(I can't stay in. This is too much. I'm gonna do something really lame like, soul-searching.)

::Grabbing her coat, Andrea leaves her apartment and into the hallway.::

::Lenin appears with a 'thwip' and starts checking out Andrea's things.::

"Can you pay my bills?
Can you pay my telephone bills
Can you pay my automo-bills
Then maybe we can chill..."

(Oh Luke. You really do get strange songs stuck in our heads.)

::His eyes fall on the keys and light up.::

"A ha."

::Grabbing them, he stuffs them in his back pocket and clones out with a thwip, returning to Luke.::

::Quickly rushes into the bathroom where she has a great time making out with the toilet as her body purges itself of the alcohol. While simultaneously crying about what a miserable life she has. Ah drunk people. Once she's done, she feels a little better and can think more clearly. But not that clearly, as she decides it's a good idea to drop by Chloe's. After thankfully remembering to brush her teeth, Andrea leaves her apartment and walks right into the conveniently unlocked Chloe's.::

::Andrea skips in, having spent the night innocently enough at Chloe's, and walks into the bathroom. She looks at the toothbrush next to the sink. An idea crosses her mind. Holding her hand out in front of her, she motions as if to turn a tap on, and smiles as the cold water tap begins to spurt water.::

"Awesome..."

::She then flicks her wrist at the toothbrush, and another at the toothpaste. Watching as the cap comes off and a small amount of toothpaste is squeezed onto the brush, she grins manically at her own talents.::

"I am so cool."

(And the first sign of uncoolness is telling yourself that you're cool.)

::She brings the hovering toothbrush towards her bared teeth, attempting to brush them without-::

"OW!!!"

::Andrea grabs at her nose and comes away with blood on her fingers. Cursing loudly, she takes some tissue and stuffs it up her right nostril, grumbling about her stupid pissy power not being able to aim right. After the bleeding has abated, she cleans up and looks at the shower.::

"Ah hell, I never learn."

::She telekinetically turns the shower on and steps in.::

::Finishing her shower, Andrea wraps her long dark hair up in a turban and wanders through to the bedroom. She sets about drying her hair and finding clean clothes to wear. She settles on a knee-length skirt and a white, sleeveless, zip-up shirt. Pulling on the zip, she halts it a fair bit below her neck, showing some of her skin, before glancing at her make-up.::

(I don't think trying my power with that would be a good idea.)

::She applies the bare essentials; mascara and a lipgloss, before checking herself in the mirror.::

(Ew...)

::Finally, she returns to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and exits, going to Chloe's Apartemento.::

::Closing the door behind her, Andrea takes a deep breath and walks, as though fragile, into the room. She feels weak, cold, but at the same time her heart soars. Chloe loves her! She's loved! With a happy sigh, she goes into the kitchen and then leans back into the living room. Now that her power isn't bound, she flicks her hand towards the CD player and is soon smiling to Irish instrumental beauty. As the song plays, she comes to think of this place, how she got her. A brief moment is spent on Erin, the woman who showed her in. She stands still for a few moments, blankly staring at the cooker, then whispers to herself.::

"A bleeding heart torn apart..."

::Knowing that any fresh food is undoubtedly no longer fresh, she looks for something to eat. A can of beans.::

(We were better fed in the Arena than with this...)

::She begins to cook, humming quietly, thinking loving thoughts.::

::After one of the crappest meals ever, Andrea pops into the shower for a much needed wash and to shave her legs. Egads how she needs to shave her legs!::

"Shut up... stop embarrassing me! That detail was quite unneccesary."

::Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave. Hairy hairy.::

(Sigh.)

::Once her shower is done, about an hour later, Andrea steps out and wraps up her hair, applying some moisturiser to her skin before walking through to her bedroom. She sits at the crude dresser and takes her hair down, towel-drying it as best as she can, then sits and stares at her reflection, seeing droplets of water trickle down her neck.::

(I should go over there.)

::Even thinking it, nerves overcome her and once again she chickens out, just sitting in silence, staring.::

::A knock at the door jerks Andrea from her reverie, and she panics, startled and confused.::

(Oh my god it's her! It's the TV license man! It's her! I'm naked!!)

::She stumbles out of the chair and falls onto the floor, stubbing her toe painfully.::

(Pleasewaitpleasewaitpleasewaitpleasewaitpleasewait.)

::Grabbing her towel since she has no time to dress, she darts through the apartment, locating the door, and hauls it open, hair spilling over her shoulders and her face a pink flush from the sudden action. Seeing Chloe, her voice fails her and she makes a small noise at the back of her throat, her face - and mind - blank.::

::Chloe gasps upon seeing Andrea, her hair astray, a towel wrapped hastily around her body, her cheeks slightly pink. A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.::

"You answer the door like that? What if I'd been the landlord?"

(Heh. God, she is hot.)

"But, since I'm not... May I come in?"

(Did that make sense? Maybe...)

"Or maybe you should get dressed and I'll wait... out here."

(Ok, she's still like... nekkid. And I'm just standing here and trying not to... Heh.)

::Chloe shifts her weight uncomfortably.::

"I uh..."

::Finding it a struggle to swallow, Andres eventually does and continues to gape at Chloe.::

"Um... I..."

::She snaps to her senses and steps aside.::

"Yeah, yeah, come on in! Sorry!"

::Andrea's cheeks go even pinker as she becomes very, very aware of the towel starting to slip as she tries to hold it up with one hand whilst holding the door. Quickly she fixes it and flashes Chloe a nervous grin.::

"I guess the landlord would've had a field day had it been him."

::She closes the door behind Chloe and stands for a minute, still painfully shy.::

(What now?)

::Chloe smiles suggestively.::

"He would have been one happy perv, I assure you."

::Beat.::

"Are you going to get dressed, babe?"

('Babe'? WTF!)

::Chloe crosses the room, and surveys the couch, acting like she is very intent upon sitting on it. She berates herself for being uncomfortable and awkward and slightly rude-ish and... ech.::

(What is with the damn uneasiness again? I thought we were over this.)

"Uh, yeah! Yeah, sorry."

::She quickly moves towards the bedroom and pauses, looking back at Chloe. Walking over to her, she stands in front of her and moves her face towards Chloe's, gently holding herself away just a little, feeling Chloe's breath on her lips. Moving in, she kisses Chloe softly, savouring the feeling for a few moments, before breaking it off.::

"I'll be right back..."

::She moves towards the bedroom again and pauses... again.::

(I want her to come with me... eep.)

::Forcing herself to continue walking, she goes into her bedroom without shutting the door, and opens her drawers to find some underwear.::

::Chloe stands, as if to follow Andrea, then sits back down again.::

(Oh, so very tempting...)

::Chloe stands again and takes a step toward the open door. She's sitting again two seconds later.::

(Gah! Make up your fucking mind, Chloe.)

::She sits very still.::

(Alright. So, that's it? Too scared, are you?)

"No shit..."

(That was supposed to be said inside my head. Don't ask. Please, don't ask.)

::Chloe sits back.::

::Hearing Chloe say something, Andrea's head jerks towards the door.::

"Did you say something?"

::She calls, dropping the towel and hastily putting on a slutty thong-::

(Excuse me??)

:: ... putting on a lacy, racy thong, before rummaging around for the matching bra.::

::Chloe jumps slightly.::

"What? No! Nothing at all."

::She stands yet again, but his time circles behind the couch into the kitchen. She wanders around in there a bit and paces back and forth, in front of the door to the hallway, back behind the couch, back into the kitchen.::

(Why do I want to run away again?)

::The pacing is started to make Chloe dizzy, so she makes herself sit in the kitchen. Her head automatically falls into her hands, her elbows propped on the table.::

[A ladybug crawls along the window, making its way inside the building. It comes to a stop at the window ledge. Watching Chloe.]

::Now almost fully dressed in black bootcut cords and a tank top, Andrea combs out her hair and looks at it poker straight in the mirror.::

(Once this dries it'll be all wavy and crap again.)

::She coughs and wonders if she's getting ill, before padding through to the living room. She shivers a bit.::

"Cold in here, isn't it?"

::Walking over the window, she slams it shut, crushing a small ladybird that was sitting on the ledge. Oh wait - it's still okay, she just missed it. She turns back to Chloe.::

"So."

::Chloe half-smiles at Andrea.::

"So."

::She stands, straightening her already straightened shirt.::

"I'm feeling a bit hungry. How about you?"

(I think it's about time we had a proper date.)

[The insect takes flight from the ledge and lands on the sofa of the livingroom. It's little ladybird face contorts with confusion as it looks toward Andrea. Crawling down to the floor the ladybug becomes an ant and creeps into the darkness under the seat to observe the two young lovers.]

"Actually-"

(STFU, idiot!)

"Yeah! I am kinda... hungry. Uh, well I have no food in the house. Do you? Or do you wanna go out for something? Or maybe go for groceries or..."

(Babble babble babble.)

::She quietens down, then stands up, agitated, and turns to Chloe.::

"Look, Chloe... about what you said..."

(EEP!)

"Andrea, I meant..."

::Chloe glances at Andrea, looking away quickly. After a few seconds, she makes eye contact again.::

"I meant it. But I don't want it to make you feel pressured in any way, because if you feel pressured, I'll feel pressured and that'll just be a huge mess and..."

(OK, stop.)

"Hey hey, shh, calm down. I'm not gonna bite you."

::She crouches down so her face is level with Chloe's and reaches out, cupping her cheeks.::

"I know you mean it, and, well, so do I. Love you, that is."

::Chloe releases a huge sigh of relief and hugs Andrea with all she has.::

"I am so very happy to hear that."

::She hugs Andrea again and plants a few kisses on her face and neck. They're not necessarily passionate, just loving and soft.::

::Giggling at Chloe's relieved look and reaction, Andrea smiles broadly and moves her lips so they lightly touch Chloe's.::

"Careful you don't crush the life out of me, I imagine a dead me wouldn't suit you too well."

::She grins and a wave of happiness washes over her.::

"Still hungry?"

::Chloe puts on a strange accent.::

"I'm nearly starved!"

::Use your imagination.

She squints at Andrea, a small smile playing her lips.::

"The question is, where shall we go?"

(Hm. There must be a restaurant around here somewhere, and that club might serve... apetizers. But spelled right. Hm. Not exactly what I had in mind.)

[The ant now moves toward the coffee table in the living room, growing in size slightly. It grows wings and and takes flight, it's body elongating and fully morphing into a beautiful electric blue butterfly. It flies to the door of the apartment and slips under it into the hallway.]

::Carys walks slowly into Andrea's apartment and smiles slightly at her and Chloe::

"Hi. I'm Carys. I was hoping you two'd do me a favour?"

::Karen walks in behind, placing a hand on Carys' shoulder.::

(Make them scream girl.)

::Andrea stares at the two newcomers. To her home. From the previous encounter in the hallway, she already feels uncomfortable, the hair on the back of her neck bristling.::

"Hi. I'm Andrea. I was hoping you might have heard of knocking."

::She steps in front of Chloe defensively, not exactly certain of what these two are capable, but knowing from the tension they brought with them that they're not friendly. Plus the rude barging into her apartment - slowly or not.::

::Carys grins inwardly at Andrea's obvious protective instinct and shakes her head::

"I'm sorry. Forgot my manners. Anyway, lets get down to business. We're hungry."

::She walks up to Andrea and stands just in front of her smiling for a second before ramming her fist forwards towards Andrea's stomach::

::Chloe pulls Andrea back, making sure she's still standing before stepping in front of her and swinging her foot out, aiming at Carys left right shin.::

"Seems you still haven't remembered your manners."

(What the fuck is this?)

::Carys easily dodges Chloe's kick to her 'left right shin' whatever the hell that is, and spins around picking up a random chair before bringing it down towards Chloe's head::

::Almost instinctively Andrea's hand flicks up to counter the oncoming chair. Employing her telekinesis, the chair slows mid-air, then drops to the floor.::

(Sure wish I'd practised my power more...)

::Grabbing Chloe and pulling her back to the side of the room, she whispers urgently into her ear.::

"What should we do?? I don't know if it's a good idea to try to fight them Chlo, how about we just... I dunno, try to talk it out..."

(I'm an ass for suggesting this.)

::Chloe keeps here eye on the two intruders and speaks quickly to Andrea.::

"I really don't think they are in the mood for talking. Personally, I could just fly out of here, but that's not an option."

(I think I'd have an easier time in my other form.)

::Chloe turns to face the vamps.::

"C'mon, Andrea. We've got to at least try."