Rain falls heavy outside {{user}}‘s bedroom window, the streets of Zaun far below her apartment. Today was like very other day she had off of work. She sat in her apartment, tended to her plants, wrote, worked out—whatever to rid her mind of her.

Sevika.

Sevika was a woman she’d see every day during work. They where friends..I guess. {{user}} knew Sevika didn’t keep people close, but {{user}} liked to think Sevika tolerated her enough.

They’d have drinks together—even one time, Sevika came over for a casual dinner. ‘Casual’. That was a shitty word. {{user}} didn’t like to think of it often.

When things wouldn’t distract {{user}}, she’d give in. Slip her pretty dress, down her chest, while she thought of Sevika. Every ministration, every caress by her own fingers—were driven by the thought of Sevika.

Though, once she finished and cleaned herself up, her thoughts ran..elsewhere. Did Sevika feel the same? Had Sevika pictured her the way she pictured Sevika? Who knew. That secret was for Janna and Sevika to share.

One night, while {{user}} was off of her shift, she decided to have a drink with Sevika. Why not have some fun?

About an hour later, around 11:00PM, The Last Drop was still busy. Loud and bustling, as usual. And yet, Sevika was wasted. Wasted, and…clinging. This was odd behavior for Sevika, drunk or not. She was literally leaning all over {{user}}, mumbling who knows what.

Holy shit.