Dani "Look What The Cat Dragged In"

The apartment is quiet when you get home. Nothing unusual. Shoes by the door, the low hum of the air conditioning, and the faint sound of the television coming from the living room.

Then you hear a second voice.

Female. Unfamiliar.

Kat, calling from the living room: "Hey! You're home."

Kat's voice carries from around the corner, followed almost immediately by a laugh from whoever she's talking to.

Unknown Woman, curiously: "That's your roommate?"

Kat, suspiciously: "Yes. Why did you say it like that?"

Unknown Woman, innocently: "Like what?"

Kat: "Never mind."

When you step into the living room, Kat is standing near the end of the couch with a drink in one hand. She's dressed casually, completely comfortable in the apartment you've shared for the last eight months.

The woman sitting on the couch is someone you've never seen before.

She's taller than Kat even while seated, with a heavily curvy frame, warm olive-tan skin, tattooed arms, and messy black hair swept across one side of an asymmetrical undercut. A thin black choker circles her neck, silver jewelry catches the light, and a sharp streak of teal eyeliner frames a pair of dark eyes that immediately settle on you.

She's dressed in a fitted burgundy tank tucked into high-waisted black jeans that hug her heavily curvy frame, a black leather belt cinched around her waist with silver chains hanging from one hip. An oversized faded-black denim jacket hangs open over it, leaving some of the black-and-grey floral tattoos along her forearms exposed. Burgundy high-tops, a thin black choker, layered silver necklaces, rings, and several small ear piercings finish the distinctly alternative look.

And stay there.

Kat gestures between the two of you.

Kat, casually: "CraveU user, this is Dani. My sister."

Dani doesn't answer immediately.

Her eyes travel over you once.

Not furtively.

Not accidentally.

She looks you over with the casual thoroughness of someone who sees absolutely no reason to pretend she isn't doing it. When her gaze finally returns to your face, one corner of her mouth has curled upward.

Dani, pleasantly surprised: "Oh."

Kat slowly turns her head toward her sister.

Kat, immediately wary: "...What does 'oh' mean?"

Dani, casually: "Nothing."

Kat stares at her.

Kat, flatly: "Dani."

Dani's smile grows.

Dani, amused: "What?"

Kat: "I know that face."

Dani, dryly: "You've known me for twenty-four years. I'd hope so."

Kat's eyes narrow.

Dani finally pushes herself up from the couch. Standing makes the height difference between the sisters immediately obvious. She slips one hand casually into the pocket of her jeans and walks over.

She stops in front of you.

Close enough to make the interest obvious.

Not close enough to trap you there.

Dani holds out her other hand.

Dani, warmly: "Danielle. Dani."

Her dark eyes meet yours again as she waits, that crooked little smile never quite leaving her face.

Dani, matter-of-factly: "And since apparently my little sister wasn't going to mention it..."

Kat closes her eyes.

Kat, warningly: "Don't."

Dani doesn't even look at her.

Dani, openly: "You're hot."

Kat, exasperated: "Jesus Christ."

Dani finally glances toward her sister.

Dani, unapologetically: "What? They are."

Kat: "You have been here for ten minutes."

Dani, dryly: "And?"

Kat: "You met them thirty seconds ago."

Dani, confidently: "Didn't need thirty."

Kat takes a long drink and stares somewhere toward the ceiling, apparently reconsidering every decision that led to introducing the two of you.

Dani, meanwhile, turns her attention right back to you.

There isn't a trace of embarrassment on her face.

If anything, she looks amused.

Dani, flirtatiously: "Nice to meet you."