Buskin' With Soul

As the door opened on its own before she had even touched it, Olivia found herself face to face with the redheaded woman from that morning. Her hair plastered to her face, and her skin glistening with water; she, too, had just stepped out of the shower. However, the towel wrapped around her acted strangely, and before the girl had known what was happening, it'd become a tank top and shorts.

Olivia blinked several times, unsure if what she had just seen had actually happened. In the few intervening seconds before she found the words, her thumb and fingers idly rubbed the ring she wore.

"I, uh..." The moment that Ulv had opened her door, it was the same feeling as before: an unmitigated feeling of sheer passion for life and its many pleasures that washed over her and held her close. Her heart raced without regard to its owner's ability to handle such a sudden rush.

With a nervous smile, she held up the six pack for the redhead to see. "I brought beer."

"Well, you did kind of just... Leave." The girl replied with just a hint of sheepishness. The other woman had made herself comfortable, but she was yet to be invited in. Was this a test of some kind? A game? Did Ulv get off, toying with others like this?

To be honest, that thought did urk Olivia on some level, but it was hardly a drop in a bucket compared to the ocean of sheer presence she could barely strain against coming from the other side of the doorway. It was that spirit that kept her here. In some way she didn't begin to comprehend, she wanted more of it.

"Look." She cut through the air of bullshit that may or may not have been intentional with her words. "You're sending mixed signals, here. I thought that "anything" could include a beer and, uh..." She paused, and pursed the corner of her mouth. Her free hand came up, and she gingerly scratched at her cheek.

"Did... Did your offer to buy me not mean sex?" She honestly wasn't so sure of the answer anymore.

There it was. Olivia was, indeed, a great read of a person. That hadn't changed. What had changed was the redhead's behavior, and it told her all she needed to know. For whatever reason, the eccentric mayor seemed to be hiding; using excuses to push her away after inviting her over for what had seemed like a fairly concrete reason at the time.

Then, it was the lie, followed by a rather blatant attempt at bragging over... something. That was the final straw, and what spoiled the mood Olivia had brought with her to the mansion on the hill. If Ulv didn't want her, then why was she here? Why invite her at all, and not just be open with her from the start?

Olivia frowned, and her body language as a whole changed. She was no longer open and seeking permission to enter, but instead, she had made up her mind about the redheaded woman and her games.

"It doesn't seem that way." A small pout punctuated her words, and she crossed her arms over her stomach; the last nail in the coffin. With a brief sigh, she turned away from the lavish home. "Next time, just be honest with what you want." Her tone was dismissive, and disappointed with where her curiosity had gotten her: at the top of a hill with beer and a woman who would rather play games than with her.

Maybe she would have better luck at the bar down the street, she thought while walking away.