Alice’s Apartment 7:50pm

Dana hadn’t been wrong. In 5 minutes Alice had somehow managed to get dressed, touch up her make up, try and tame her unruly hair and dial for a pizza, all of which seemed hard work so she played some air guitar to ‘My Sharona’ to pass the time. Could it get much better? Alice didn’t think so, well maybe a shower with Dana after a match when she was all sweaty and her veins were popping everywhere. A small grin tugged at the corners of Alice’s mouth as she began to daydream when she was suddenly disturbed by her intercom buzzing. Fuck, Dana was early. Using her rug as a flying carpet she skidded down the hallway towards the entrance abruptly halting at the mirror to check her appearance and give a quick prep talk. “You can do this Al, no biggie, its just Dana.” The blonde exhaled as she leaned against the wall and flipped the switch.

“Hey Al, I know I’m early sorry, you mind if I come up.” Alice felt a little mischievous and decided to have some fun, putting on her best British accent she replied into the speaker, “I’m sorry I think you might have pushed the wrong apartment button, I’m not Al,” Alice had to hold her nose to stop herself from laughing and ruining the prank.

“Oh shit sorry, this isn’t apartment 4 then, Alice Pieszecki?”

“Alice what now? Are you trying to sell me something because I will have the police called faster than you can say ‘Bob’s your uncle’?” Dana began to panic and looked around expecting a load of squad cars to come blaring down the road and men dressed in SWAT uniforms aiming guns at her head. “I’m so sorry lady please don’t do anything that rash I was just look…” Alice stopped her mid-sentence as she let out the hysterics she’d been suppressing.                  “Oh my god Dane it’s me, calm down and come up, you geek.” Alice pressed another button unlocking the door downstairs. One word crossed the mind of Dana Fairbanks, revenge.

Alice barely had time to walk back into her living room before the door was flung open and she felt herself falling. Dana had tackled the blonde to the ground and began a tickling war. Overcome with emotions of fear, then shock, then pain and now hysterical laughter, Alice could barely breathe as Dana’s fingers worked their magic. The brunette had Alice pinned against the ground on her back as she straddled the writer and held her hips firmly in place restraining the writer with her strength. Dana relented for a second, laughing herself as she seen the smile across Alice’s face. “Say it Al.”