All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front
Alicia is pacing around downstairs, looking furious, pissed off, and very, very mad.
The front door fairly flies open, and Bernie comes through it, not looking her usual calm self either. She does look a tad startled and almost sheepish at the velocity with which the door opened, though, and pauses, turning to close it much more gently.
Alicia stops and whirls around on her feet, glancing to the door with a narrowed gaze. Seeing who it is, she relaxes some, then kicks the back of the couch, hard. "Hi."
"Hi," Bernie replies, hands plunging into her jacket pockets in a somewhat intense manner, and eyes the other cub. "Obviously it only LOOKS like a new moon, really it's a full moon an' a complete lunar eclipse. 'sup with -you-?" The emphasis implies 'as opposed to me, and possibly other people' more than any other interpretation.
Alicia takes a deep breath, then kicks the couch. "Ok, you know Cameron right? He's like all over me like stink on shit. He's been tripping cuz' this chick, guess who?" Gasp. "Rina, broke his heart? Ok, So like any good friend, I've been there for him. I feel bad for him an all. So, I gave him a lil treehugging, told him it'll be ok, to just keep his chin up, all that bullshit. Anyways, he's a major flirt, so you know me, sometimes I gotta just stop but y'know, I like to flirt back. Good lord knows I didn't get enough of the innocent flirting when I was a teen. Oooh Nooooo I had to sit around an eat dirt on the streets with big mouth Nevada. Anyways, I was drawing shit as always, and we started joking. I told him I think it'd be really cool to have a titanic moment, y'know when Rose gets drawn by Leonerdo naked? So, I got him to do it for me. Totally innocent. There was no touching, no kissing, no charaching. He drew me. Its a beautiful picture, I said thanks an went to the Caern. I THEN." Remember, this is all in one breath. "Catch up with Steven, I guess Cam opened his mouth an told me not to cock tease him." She lets out a long breath.
Bernie blinks once, and wanders over to the couch, dropping into the cushions there. "Fuckin' Fianna," she remarks, looking even more pissed off than before. She sighs, though, and bites her bottom lip lightly. "...Cam say that t' Big an' Scary, or d'ya think he came t' that conclusion by himself jus' talkin' t' him, or what? An' man, Matt's right, that Rina gets 'round, huh?" She shakes her head, and pulls her legs up, hugging her knees. "'least it's a good picture. An' you didn' get d'fenestrated or anythin'. I guess."
Alicia flops down on the couch, opening up the pad of paper and shows her the picture. Its beautifully drawn, most of it focused on the eyes and her face. But, its definitly high in quality. "I dunno how it happened. Steven was to the point. Said not to tease him. Gee'. Its not like I try to y'know. I mean, I'd never cheat on Tom. But, I knew I shouldn't have posed for him, but fuckit, ya' only live once." She leans against her friend, wrapping her arms around one of hers.
"It -is- good," Bernie agrees, giving the drawing a quick, appraising look. She manages not to blush too terribly much. "...dunno why you shouldn't pose for a drawing, I mean, I know I'm all shy about it an' all, but it's only nudity. I mean, we're naked alla time in three outta five forms anyhow, and if we shift in th' wrong clothes... shouldn't be a big deal, really. I dunno, prolly you oughta tell Cam what Steven said an' see what he's got t' say 'bout it. Or somethin'." She shrugs a bit, and unwraps one arm from about her legs to give the other girl a quick half-hug.
Alicia mrrr's slightly to herself, her own cheeks blushing. "Heh, if you want Bernie, ah'll draw ya nude." She winks once, then gives her friend a quick kiss on the cheek. "I don't know what ah'll say to Cameron." She sighs heavily. "In a way, I feel so embarrassed, and hell, scared half to fucking death. What if Steven tells Adam, or worse... " She swallows. "Robert? Then they are ganna think I'm a slut or something. Or I dunno, a bad cub who's trying ta' fuck Garou."
Bernie blushes quite a bit more at that offer, and shakes her head, "uh, thanks... but not any time soon, I don' think... an' I think it'll be okay. 'cause, I'm pretty sure, 'f Steven thought you were tryin' t' get inta Cam's pants, he'da done more'n told ya not t' tease. I mean, jus' callin' it teasin' alone implies he didn' think you'd follow through, right? Tha's how th' definition works, yeah?"
Alicia shrugs her shoulders a bit, clearing her throat. "No, I don't know how it works with Garou, or big one eye'd fianna who's probably hung like a house." She sticks the tip of her tongue out some, then shifts a bit in the soft, scooting down into the cushions to prop her feet up on the edge of the bridge.
Bernie takes another step or three on her journey toward becoming a tomato, and shakes her head. "...I'm pretty sure 'f anya them had any worries, they'll come talk t' ya, an' you c'n 'splain how it's just all innocent an' all. Oughta be okay." She wraps the freed arm back around her legs, and sighs.
[At which point I was cruelly abandoned and didn't get to reciprocate the venting. Hmph! Ah well.]