By the time the Brooklyn-loving West Indies girl returned to her apartment, the warmth emanating from both her stove and oven hit her directly in the face upon opening the front door. Which was exactly what Amaris had been planning for. She had started prepping her meats last night for their little New Years shindig just before going out to shake her ass off for the remaining money she would need to buy the alcohol...since she planned on getting people fucked up tonight. Sure, she was making food to befit the wintry climate since outside was no joke and the warmth that kissed her skin was a welcome sensation as the cold had bit into her dark flesh, but she and alcohol were the best of friends. At least, now that she was older. Amaris was a part-time bartender, after all. It should come to the surprise of no one that she intended to live up to her transposed occupation, but for free this time. The scent of cooking meats and broth mixed headily with the jasmine incense that normally permeated the air of her one-bedroom lodging.
Closing the door behind her, Amaris shrugged off her sleeveless jacket and scarf to reveal the outfit from underneath. It was easy to assume, considering the different clothes and the sneaking in occasional brand clothing, that Amaris either had a Sugar Daddy or was doing a lot more than dancing at night. But the truth of the matter was that she was a Goodwill's kind of girl and no matter which one you went to, there was always some dumb soul that gave up an item that was worth more than Amaris' rent and then priced down to the amount of money she would pay at stores like H&M. Which was right up her alley, thank you very much. So, when her friends would joke around about her Mystery Sugar Daddy because Amaris was being so stylish, she never actually denied it - just let them think what they pleased. She still paid for her rent and occasionally getting them all white-girl-wasted.
The heels of her knee-high boots clicked along the wood floors as she headed into the kitchen area, and Amaris set down her two heavy brown paper bags on the counter before checking on the food she was preparing. She spent a lifetime hustling for good deals on every single thing she owned or purchased, so she went the extra mile in terms of getting food for the night. She didn't make it often, but she was using her grandmother's oxtail recipe from Speighstown, Barbados with rice and peas cooking in another pot. The meatballs were halfway finished, so she could take them out and start working on the honey-chipotle sauce from the recipe she had found in her grandmother's cookbook. Turning the stew up just slightly on the stove, she washed her hands first before getting the meatballs out of the oven and letting them sit on the counter. While Nell had the most comfortable furniture (since Marie's didn't count as she had a very plush mattress cover that gave the illusion of her bed being naturally soft, so it wasn't real), Amaris made sure to keep her fridge the most stocked and she had the most counter space - which was convenient for moments like these when she was cooking for everyone.
With nothing close to being fully done save for the rice and peas, Amaris set to starting on one of the drinks she learned how to make at the club. To keep with the season, she was making the Baked Apple which included Everclear, Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum, and Apple Schnapps. It was a shot that she was going to make everyone at least do one of when they came upstairs, so when she was done mixing, she poured a bit of the contents into four shot glasses. Everclear was the most potent of all of the alcohol she bought, so she wasn't surprised by the sharp burn that assaulted her throat the second she tossed one of the glasses back and swallowed. Humming, Amaris grinned and grabbed the other three, deciding to head to Nell's apartment for a little bit. At least one person winded up in the brunette's place during the day, might as well get people to try shit.
Making sure her keys were still in her jacket pocket, Amaris closed the door behind her with her hip and headed upstairs to Nell's place. She had to kick the door a few times with her heeled boots to get attention as she yelled, "Open the door and love me, Nelly! I bring test-tasting gifts!"
Closing the door behind her, Amaris shrugged off her sleeveless jacket and scarf to reveal the outfit from underneath. It was easy to assume, considering the different clothes and the sneaking in occasional brand clothing, that Amaris either had a Sugar Daddy or was doing a lot more than dancing at night. But the truth of the matter was that she was a Goodwill's kind of girl and no matter which one you went to, there was always some dumb soul that gave up an item that was worth more than Amaris' rent and then priced down to the amount of money she would pay at stores like H&M. Which was right up her alley, thank you very much. So, when her friends would joke around about her Mystery Sugar Daddy because Amaris was being so stylish, she never actually denied it - just let them think what they pleased. She still paid for her rent and occasionally getting them all white-girl-wasted.
The heels of her knee-high boots clicked along the wood floors as she headed into the kitchen area, and Amaris set down her two heavy brown paper bags on the counter before checking on the food she was preparing. She spent a lifetime hustling for good deals on every single thing she owned or purchased, so she went the extra mile in terms of getting food for the night. She didn't make it often, but she was using her grandmother's oxtail recipe from Speighstown, Barbados with rice and peas cooking in another pot. The meatballs were halfway finished, so she could take them out and start working on the honey-chipotle sauce from the recipe she had found in her grandmother's cookbook. Turning the stew up just slightly on the stove, she washed her hands first before getting the meatballs out of the oven and letting them sit on the counter. While Nell had the most comfortable furniture (since Marie's didn't count as she had a very plush mattress cover that gave the illusion of her bed being naturally soft, so it wasn't real), Amaris made sure to keep her fridge the most stocked and she had the most counter space - which was convenient for moments like these when she was cooking for everyone.
With nothing close to being fully done save for the rice and peas, Amaris set to starting on one of the drinks she learned how to make at the club. To keep with the season, she was making the Baked Apple which included Everclear, Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum, and Apple Schnapps. It was a shot that she was going to make everyone at least do one of when they came upstairs, so when she was done mixing, she poured a bit of the contents into four shot glasses. Everclear was the most potent of all of the alcohol she bought, so she wasn't surprised by the sharp burn that assaulted her throat the second she tossed one of the glasses back and swallowed. Humming, Amaris grinned and grabbed the other three, deciding to head to Nell's apartment for a little bit. At least one person winded up in the brunette's place during the day, might as well get people to try shit.
Making sure her keys were still in her jacket pocket, Amaris closed the door behind her with her hip and headed upstairs to Nell's place. She had to kick the door a few times with her heeled boots to get attention as she yelled, "Open the door and love me, Nelly! I bring test-tasting gifts!"