The morning light that shone through Alexandra's closed but thin curtains pissed her off. Not in an actual irritated way, but in an amused way. It was almost as if the sun itself was set upon waking her up when she could sleep in. She only remembered that she couldn't sleep in when her phone let loose its loud and hard-to-miss reminder sound.
Alexandra had already remembered what she had to go to that morning, which made even checking the reminder pointless. She simply slid the covers off of her frame and placed her feet on the rug-covered floor to begin her morning routine. She moved quickly to her kitchen, setting a pot on the burner filled with water and then leaned against her countertop to wait for it to boil. Her apartment was very modern in its design. Practically everything was black, white, or some shade of gray in between. Only a few things, like the underpart of the counter that separated the living room and the kitchen, shone brightly in some colour. In particular this colour was mostly a bright blood red. Red cushions on the white couch, red covers on her white bed. Even a few of the walls were painted red. The small fireplace in her living room was even modern (Something her landlord had only agreed to because it was easily removed). It might have looked radically different from many of the other apartments, but everything that needed to stay the same had stayed the same.
The water began to boil and Alexandra slid a carton of eggs from her refrigerator, placing two into the boiling water. She knew she could leave them, so she walked back towards her bathroom. Sliding a (naturally) red towl from the rack in her personal bathroom, she stripped out of her flimsy cotton shorts and tank top. She turned the water on and placed the towel over the sink. She enjoyed the steaming shower for only as much time as was necessary, reluctantly forcing herself to shut off the water when she was done. She stepped out and quickly dried herself. Her wet hair hung down against her back and she wrapped the towel around herself, pushing it together just above her breast.
Walking out into her bedroom she took a look at the sound system that sat right on its own short stand. It was connected to strategically placed speakers that she had set up herself around her apartment simply because she couldn't live without her music. Her iPod was still hooked up to it, and turned it on. Jason Derulo's "The Other Side" began to play throughout the apartment, at a volume that was loud enough for Alexandra to still be immersed in it but still quiet enough for her to not earn any noise complaints. The blonde went back into her kitchen to turn off the burner, removing the pot from the hot burner and placing it on an inactive one so that it could cool down.
"Tonight, take me to the other side! Sparks fly like the Fourth of July! Just take me to the other side!"
It was uplifting, and she peeled the shells off of her eggs over the sink quickly. Sprinkling a little salt and pepper over them she ate in record time. Once more she practically dancing back to her bedroom. Her phone was pulled off the charger and thrown into her bag. She pulled on a pair of simply converse sneakers and grabbed a white sweatshirt that she folded over her forearm. She opened her bedside drawer and looked inside. Three folding knives and one handgun. Feeling rather uplifted and happy that morning, she only drew one of her knives and clipped it to the inside of her jeans. She grabbed her blue Beats Studios and slid them over her ears, sauntering over to her sound system and detaching the iPod. The music in the apartment stopped, but it continued for her as she plugged the headphones into the iPod and placed the small device in her pocket. She walked back through her generously-sized apartment to her front door opened it, stepped through, and locked it behind her.
The hallway was a pretty big switch from the sheer white in-your-face brightness of her apartment, but the music that was now off repeat playing in her ears kept her mood upbeat. She had her small bag slung by its long strap across her body, and continued down the hallway to the stairs. Her shirt clung to her body, seeming to not want to move away. It, combined with her tight jeans, showed off her irresistible curves perfectly. Just the way she liked it. She reached the stairs, going down them quickly and fluidly. Naturally, this fluidity in her steps was halted as a younger guy in khakis nearly tripped in front of her. She knew his name was Adam, that he was in the business of above-the-law fun, and that was about it. He practically shot into the lounge and she shook her head and followed.
She didn't care to notice if any eyes followed her as she walked into the lounge. If any did, Alexandra presumed that they were male. She walked over to one of the few couches in the room that wasn't occupied and laid herself out on it in such a way that nobody would actually try to sit there. Her hand slid into her pocket, pulling out her iPod so that she could shut off the music. Once done she slid it back into her pocket and pulled her Beats off her ears, sliding the headphones down from over her ears to around her neck. She was still singing under her breath.
"So tonight, kiss me like it's do or die... and take me to the other side..."