Serita laughed out loud when she opened the door.
"Ritty! What are you doing here?! It's seven in the morning!"
Ritaku grinned. "Better than four, right?"
Serita sighed, but nodded.
Ritaku's dark blue eyes that were speckled with amber streaks glimmered. His dark spiky hair looked unkempt, as it always did.
"So, you gonna let me in or just stare at me?" Ritaku asked finally, smirking slightly.
Serita stepped aside, and Ritaku walked in. He sat down on the couch, grinning.
"Got and Cuervo?" he asked.
"Tequila? You want tequila? It's seven in the morning!" Serita laughed.
Ritaku shrugged. "I believe you said that already, sweetheart. But I suppose you're right. The drinking can wait 'till later," he replied, winking.
Serita slapped his arm softly, playfully. "Not a chance. I can't go with you tonight. I got work to do,"
Ritaku shrugged. "That's alright. I got ten other girls that're goin' already. I guess you don't have to come..."
"What?" Serita snapped.
Ritaku surpressed a smile. Sure, it was mean. But it worked every time. Good thing she was the jealous type. Well, good for him, anyhow.
"Yeah. We're all goin' to the honkey-tonks tonight. Who knows what'll happen..." he continued in a casual tone.
"I'm coming," Seri said.
Ritaku grinned. "Really now? I thought you had work to do. Schedule changed that fast, did it?" he asked.
Seri just sighed, giving him a flat stare. "I'm coming," she repeated.
Ritaku nodded. "Alright, alright..." he smiled, then stood up. "I'd better get going. Before Ruko wakes up,"
Seri nodded. It would be bad if Saru woke up. He hated Ritaku with a passion. Mostly because Ritaku called him Ruko.
She blinked, watching Ritaku leave. She smiled gently.
"Who was that?" Saru asked, blinking at Seri.
"Saru, you look like you just had a fight with your hair... And I'm going out with Ritty tonight," Seri replied.
Saru's half-smile quickly turned into a scowl. "Ritaku?" he asked darkly.
Lyrical Quote: "It's that feeling that someone is standing behind me, but I turn around and there's no one there. And it's that sensation that someone just whispered, yeah I still hear your voice but you're not really there. Your memory's like a ghost, and my heart is like it's host..."