Margot's apartment was a surprise. Dorothy was not sure what she had expected, but minimalistic sleek furniture in muted colors certainly was not what she'd envisioned. Looking over at Laurel, Dorothy could tell she was not alone in her thoughts as the strawberry blonde glanced around at the sparse decor.
"And, yet, it is exactly what Margot Richards would have," Dorothy had to concede as she slipped her flip flops from her feet. "Elegance, style, room to breathe, to move. Yes, this is Margot's space."
"I uh I can make us some more cherry bombs or how about some tequila or..." Margot was now babbling.
"Bathroom," Dorothy demanded; the moment the chilled air inside had struck her sweaty flesh, the need to tinkle was overwhelming.
"Yes! Bathroom!" Laurel declared.
"I, oh God, me too!" M
