Come On Over

”Crapcrapcrapcrap…”

From behind the door of Kozue’s apartment, quite a few unusual noises could be heard. While it wasn’t unnatural for her to be rather loud, especially when she got into one of her late-night gaming sessions and felt the need to really get her bass pumping, this night had the noise of furniture being moved around, of plates being washed, of things being picked up and put in their proper places.

It all had to do with the match that Kozue had been in couple of hours ago - if you could even call something as hectic and crazy as what she and Mariko did a ‘match’. It was a Best 2 out of 3 Smothers, and despite that soft stipulation, the action had been anything but. Mariko had brought things to a level Kozue had never experienced before, pushed her to the limit, and she could call it one of the greatest matches she’d ever had, despite coming out on the losing end. With a bout like that, winning wasn’t even that important - her stock was up.

But that wasn’t the most immediately important thing. Before the match had even begun, she and Mariko had made a little wager, that the loser would have to play host to the winner afterwards. And since Kozue had been the one to take two naps in the ring…

Yeah. It meant that she was going to have to resort to something she rarely did: cleaning her apartment.

She moved about in a frenzy, skipping from room to room, organizing her book shelf, getting all the cords around her TV wrapped up, taking care of the  pile of dishes that had been piling up in her sink, and doing a dozen other things that she would never have bothered with if she didn’t have company - or, well, company that she actually cared about.

The only thing that she couldn’t clean up was her wardrobe. She didn’t have much in the way of fancy clothes. Most of her pants were booty shorts, most of her shirts were t-shirts. The fanciest thing she had were some capri jeans, sandals, and a snug black tank-top with Akuma’s symbol on the back.

It’d have to do. She had no idea when Mariko would be stopping by, but she wagered it would be soon, and she wanted to be as ready as she could be…

Champagne. She should've gotten champagne. Damn it!