Evelyn wakes at 2 pm to a pounding on her bedroom door, Cage's voice ringing out loud in the quiet of their apartment. "Evelyn. Evelyn, it's your turn to do the dishes. Wake up. I'm not doing your chores for you, this week. I'm needed at Court."
"I'm going to break your fucking door down! Open up Evelyn!" Cage yells, pounding on the other side of the portal.
Evelyn squints her eyes closed, cuddles further under the covers then tosses them off in one quick motion. She stands up and walks to the door, pulling it open as soon as she hears another fist hit the wood. "What?"
"I'd like to see it a little less often myself, especially considering you barge into my room often enough."
"Then don't interrupt my hangovers." Evelyn begins cleaning the dishes, showing no signs of interest or love for the act.
"Then don't get drunk in the middle of the week," Cage rumbles, going to grab her heavy coat, pulling it on over the open cage of her body. "Can you get the laundry done, as well?"
Cage sighs and grumbles "I'll be late getting back." She pauses "Did you really finish off all our alcohol again? Why don't you just burn it at this rate? It would be more efficient."
