Nailah takes another bite of her cereal, mind wandering a bit as a commercial comes on, advertising for a car dealership that isn't really close enough to be in the area, and yet has commercials on regularly enough to be a nuisance to several people. The commercial is excruciatingly dull, making for a perfect time for her to think about whatever floats across her mind at the time. Right now, she's considering going to the library after she gets dressed and brushes her teeth and such. She has a book to return that is, in fact, overdue by at least a week. She's been somewhat busy for the past week or so, both with extra shifts she's picked up to start saving up money for the holidays, but also with various errands. So, to the library she shall go on this day, though only for a short while. Perhaps she'll go shopping for gifts afterwards. Ever since she got her own job, Nailah has been overzealous with purchasing gifts for her mother during the Christmas season. There is no logical reason for it, and her mother eventually gave up on protesting when she realized that it was an inexplicable source of pleasure for Nailah. The otherwise unsentimental girl has a special spot in her heart for Christmas, kindled from the warmth of her mother.
At the buzzing of her phone, Nailah flips it open and scans the text from Arielle, which promises that she'll return to the apartment shortly. A smile pulls at the corner of her mouth, the fond sort reserved for friends such as the quite blatantly smitten blond. Only a little bit later, perhaps ten minutes, the key-in-lock noise alerts her that Arielle has kept up with her text, and has returned. Most likely to put on some clothes for work- Nailah's friend doesn't commonly seem to plan ahead for her little sleepovers at Tristan's apartment, and often comes home wearing an oversized shirt or clothing from the night before. "You should start keeping a toothbrush or something over there, Arielle," Nailah suggests helpfully, smirking slightly. She turns around in her chair, twisting her torso slightly in the process, to face the newly entered woman.
"And good morning to you, miss sunshine. Cheyenne and I are going to feel lonely if you keep hanging out with other people," she adds, standing up and walking over to the sink, where she rinses her dishes before putting them into the washing machine. Nailah knocks her shoulder against Arielle's before walking back towards her chair.
"We're out of eggs, by the way."
Just moments later, Cheyenne enters the common area of the apartment, making a comment towards Arielle that has Nailah smiling again, raising her eyebrows. Of course, as Cheyenne walks over to sit by Nailah and glances at the bruise on her jaw, the smile is covered by an irritated expression. The scowl comes not from the question, but from the memory of the bar fight.
"No need. Some drunk fucks got into a fight over some stupid thing, and I had to break them up. Got distracted for a second- just a job risk," she shrugs easily. A lot worse might have happened if it had been another one of the bartenders, because the guys had hardly been mouse. The police showed up pretty quickly to drag them out, anyway.
Nailah can smell the incense floating out of Cheyenne's room, as intoxicating as always. A thought occurs to her which turns the attention towards Cheyenne. "So, how did poster-hanging go? Find any clients?"