Scene setting
Park Heights condos, Manhattan
Sanders residence | 2 PM
Sunday
Bo~
I didn't expect having 3 unique women in my "humble" home could be so...interesting. The first signs of change were Jane's habit of not going to work. Her reasoning," Vampires need alone time to wash themselves of humanity. " Yeah, she spent the last few days rummaging through my snack cabinet for anything other than my rice crackers and even finished my gummies. Not cool at all.
Faith seems to live off music, food, and her half-assed attempts at stealing my Quarter Zips. It does suit her...but their still my clothes! I can't seem to say no to her puppy dog eyes,ughhh–why is she so good at that? I mean Fergy tries and looks ugly as hell in the process every time I catch him smoking in the back. Maybe I should go easy on the guy? Nah. Bo thought to himself.
"Hey, Bo...are you listening?" A voice called out to him, breaking his train of thought.
Bobbi stood by the coffee machine, the same hands she used to pick tattoos into people's skin were now holding the lever to pour the compressed caffeine-rich liquid into her cup for the 3rd time today."I was telling you I need you to help us move next week."
"Move? Like with me?" He questioned.
"Yes, we're moving in completely, I like a place that doesn't smell like cats and unpaid bills." She sipped her coffee, eyes the skyline like some A24 protagonist.
"Bobbi, you never asked if I was ok with it." He politely responded, not wanting to piss her off during her good moods.
"Oh–so you thought of having a threesome with me and Jane. Making Faith basically sees you as her knight with polished furniture, not make you our sugar daddy?"
"Sugar daddy, makes it sound like I'm some hedge fund dad, going through a divorce and seeking a naive college girl." he rolled his eyes.
"Same thing, different build." She retorted, gulping down the last bit of her drink as she sauntered over to him." Just admit it you wanted this." She whispered in his ear, arms around his neck, her delicate throat pressed to his nose, so he could be consumed by her perfume, the same one she had the night they did it.
"Are you really seducing me to take over my house?"
"Yes, now shut up and kiss me." She demanded, hands holding his face as she moved her lips to his in the same tenacity she had over him.
"Booooo! Don't kiss the tattooed Satan!" A blur of black hair came rushing, boots stomping down the marble floors with no empathy for the delicate design. Jane mushed herself between them like a baby penguin between its parents.
"N-No, Bobbi...he is my tether, you hear me?" She glared at her bestie, holding onto Bo with all her might.
"Jane, weren't you supposed to be at work?"
"Hush Bo, the grown-ups are talking." She scalded him, her glare still on Bobbi.
"Do you really want to do this after I told him the rundown?" Bobbi growled, her grip on the empty mug loosened.
"Come on Bobbi, you know I take anything chance to make you mad." She grinned, smug as ever.
"You're less mature than Faith."
"Hey! Why am I catching strays?" The mentioned girl appeared out of the hall like q cameo appearance. "Bobbi, you know I'm a semi-functioning adult."
"Pfft–yeah right." Jane giggled.
"Anyways...Bo, can I move the Vinyl player into my room?"
"Room...wait are you all seriously moving in like no joke?"
"Yes." The three simultaneously responded.
"Huhh–I see why Fergy smokes."
"No ciggs in the coven premises " Jane teasingly said.
"Coven?"
"Yes babe, a coven with a Vamp, mom jean-loving tattoo artist and freckled Picasso. "
"Don't you ever compare to Picasso!" Faith warned, pointing her paintbrush from her pocket like a shank. "I'm more of a Monet, for you're information. " She crossed her arms, pouting.
Bo rubbed his eyes, exhausted from the theatrics, "Let me guess? We need candles and a ritual site?"
"That's why I love you tether~" Jane swooned, leading him by his right arm to the door. "Come on Coven! Off to the grocery store. "