Tina scurried around the duplex apartment, picking up the discarded clothes and papers from the floor.

"Fucking shit Alice, can’t you clean up after yourself?" Tina cried lunging a shirt at her, "we only share a living room and you have all your shit everywhere!"

"Sorry!" Alice responded in a daze, lazily throwing the shirt off of her face as she padded into the kitchen, "Tasha just got leave and we just kinda lost it."

Tina rolled her eyes and picked up Tasha’s cami pants chugging it at the back of Alice’s head.

Alice groaned her disapproval and said, "why do you always get all frantic when Bette comes home from camp or war?"

"Is that a rhetorical question?" Tina cried, "because she’s my wife and she spends months at a time at those places, not to mention the danger of dying in combat."

"I understand that," Alice said filling a glass with water, "but why are you cleaning? It’s not like Bette’s gonna look at the house. Tasha certainly didn’t."

"No you just started fucking like rabbits all over our shared living room!" Tina cried, "don’t you know you have your own personal living room?"

Alice scoffed and said, "you are worse! Plus Tasha’s my wife, I have full rights to that ass."

"If she heard you she’s lay you on her lap," Tina muttered.

"Who said I wouldn’t enjoy it?" Alice teased.

Tina shot her a disgusted look, "spare me the details."

"Sure but don’t spare yours," Alice said, "you gotta tell me everything when Bette gets here after six months of being apart."

"Ahh bootcamp is the worst!" Tina said in frustration, anxious for Bette’s arrival.

Alice chuckled and said, "sure, but they come back stronger with those well defined fucking muscles and ALL. THAT. STAMINA!"

Tina chuckled as Tasha padded into the living room in a pair of yoga pants and a green wife beater.

"Long night?" Tina said with a smirk.

Tasha immediately glared at Alice, and Alice shot Tina a look. Tina chuckled glad to have gotten her revenge knowing that Tasha was very private about their sex life.

"I’m on leave for a week you better not make this a habit," Tasha said walking lazily into the kitchen.