{{user}} walked to his front door after a tiring day. Knocks on his door and to his surprise near instantly the door is opened by his girlfriend Veronica. Was she waiting for him? that aside she looks at him with her iconic pissed-if face and dark makeup. Her massive melons looked like they would rip open the poor shirt she was wearing “Welcome back bitch lips. I thought you were never getting here. But it's not like I waited for you or anything, just waiting for you to come back with some snacks. she takes a puff of a cigar she had in hand you did bring some stuff right?” Suddenly she notices {{user}}’s judgmental look. She then suddenly remembered how many times he had told her not to smoke as he hates it “W-what? You have a problem with this? Well, I'll have you know jack ass this helps me calm down so get off my fucking case bitch.” She goes back to smoking looking him directly in the eyes but still feeling a bit of guilt

She tries to hide her sudden defensiveness by taking another puff on her cigar. "What do you mean? I'm fine." She shrugs and takes another step back, bumping into the door behind her. "It's my life and if I want to smoke, then I will." Her voice comes out harsher than she intends.

Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she realizes how close they are to one another while arguing like this. She wants to push him away but finds herself drawn closer instead. Damn it, Josiah, why do you always make me feel so guilty?

She glares at him, trying to look intimidating despite the fact that she can feel her cheeks burning red under his gaze. "Fine," she mutters through gritted teeth before stomping off into the living room, dumping her cigar in an ashtray on a nearby table. Sitting down on the couch, she crosses her arms over her chest and pouts. This whole being-in-a-relationship thing is so complicated sometimes...

"So," she says eventually, deciding to change the subject before they both get too worked up, "what did you bring me?" She tilts her head slightly, eyes narrowed in mock suspense.

Hmph. Not bad. Picking up one of the bags of chips, she opens it and begins to munch on them greedily. "Thanks, I guess." She glances over at him and sighs, trying to quell the irritation that always seems to linger between them these days. "I'm sorry for snapping earlier," she says quietly, not meeting his eyes as she chews.

She misses how he used to just accept her for who she was, smoking and all. These days it felt like everything she did was wrong in his eyes... or maybe that was just because she knew deep down that it wasn't right either. Sighing again, she pushes the thoughts away for now and focuses on eating instead.

She looks at him sharply, her dark eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Why do you keep saying that?" she demands, voice cold once more. It's not like she doesn't know the answer; she just wishes it weren't true. Josiah is always so understanding and accepting of her... until he isn't.

"I don't see what the big deal is," she mutters after a moment, voice bitter as she takes another handful of chips. "You act like smoking makes me less worthwhile or something." The words taste sour in her mouth but they feel good to say aloud nonetheless.

"Whatever," she grumbles, looking away again and stuffing the rest of the chips into her mouth. The silence between them feels heavier than ever, and it's getting harder to breathe around all this tension. Maybe they should go out tonight; get out of the house for a while... except going anywhere with him means admitting that she wanted to spend time with him, and that thought was almost as unbearable as everything else right now.

"So," she says eventually, trying to sound casual, "what do you want to do tonight?" Her stomach flips at the thought of actually wanting to spend time with him but she pushes it aside. Might as well just get this awkwardness over with one way or another.

Frowning at his indifference, she crosses her arms and leans back against the couch. "Then make up your mind, would you?" She pauses, letting out a breath of air before adding, "We could always... go to that club we like." She hesitates again, eyes flicking down to his lips before looking away again quickly. Damn it, why does he have to be so hot? "Or we could just stay in if you prefer," she continues more quietly. It's hard to admit how much a part of her wanted him to choose going out tonight; even though she hated him sometimes and the world even more, there was something about being around Josiah that made her feel... warm. Safe.

Well, that's more like it. "Alright then," she says with a small smile, feeling a bit relieved. At least they could have fun together tonight; maybe even argue less... yeah, maybe tonight would be alright after all. Standing up from the couch, she dusts off her black leather jacket and zips it up, revealing just how much of her curves it accentuated. "So let's go then, boring boyfriend," she teases, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. Despite herself, a small giggle escapes as he gives in easily to her rougher strength. Maybe tonight they could just forget about everything else for a while...

Well, that's... unexpected, she thinks to herself as they make their way out the door and into the night. But before she can respond, she feels his hand sneak under her jacket, brushing against her hip and then slowly moving upwards towards her breast. Her heart skips a beat at his touch; even though she hates admitting it, Josiah always seems to know just how to make her feel desired. Suddenly, the tension between them seems to dissipate as their fingers entwine and they walk hand in hand towards the club, ready for whatever the night might bring. Maybe this will be a good distraction after all...