Adagio Dazzle stood in her room, staring at the phone in her hands. She twirled the citrine-encrusted piece of technology in her hands, her thumb rubbing over the individual gemstones. The siren took a deep breath, thinking to herself about all the different possible outcomes for the coming conversation. She briefly thought about Spitfire possibly still being angry over their altercation a week ago, but quickly remembered the smile that had spread across the athlete's face and disregarded her anxiety. With another deep breath, Adagio unlocked her phone and headed straight to the contacts. She scrolled through the names of many before reaching the only one out of place without a proper name. She chuckled.

"Spitwad," Adagio said as she clicked the call button.

First ring.

Second ring.

Fourth.

At the fifth ring, an unknown woman's voice answered with a yawn, "Hello?"

Adagio went silent, anger brewing in her. "Who is this?"

"Who's this?"

The siren bit her tongue, holding in a deep breath as she spoke through gritted teeth. "Adagio Dazzle." She did not want to play the typical 'I'm her girlfriend' card.

"Oh! Spitfire's girlfriend!" the unfamiliar voice rang. "She talks about you all the time."

Adagio sighed in semi-relief, at least this person knew Spitfire. "Yes, I'm sure. And you are?"

"Fleetfoot, I'm her best friend. Spits is in the shower, sorry. I can tell her to call you back if you want?" the voice replied.

"No, no, I can talk to you. You're her "best friend", right?" Adagio's face split into a wide grin.

"Yep, that is correct! Have been since we were in 1st grade," Fleetfoot said plainly.

"Then, can you help your best friend's girlfriend with a surprise for Spitw--fire?"

There was a long pause at the other end of the line. Adagio began to wonder if she had made a mistake asking for this favor before Fleetfoot answered in a whisper.

"Whaddaya have in mind?"

The grin returned, Adagio instinctively biting her lip as if Fleetfoot could see it. "I want to surprise Spitfire with a nice dinner at her house, so could you possibly get her out of there for a few hours, leave a key under the mat or whatever, and let me work on making it a romantic evening?"

Another pause.

"If your caller ID didn't say 'Dagi the Hottie' I'd say no, but since she trusts you, sure. I'll put your number in my phone and tell you when you can head over. I'll give you her address," the white-haired woman agreed.

"I've got a great memory, just tell me."

"67 Bridleway Drive, apartment 14. Third floor," Fleetfoot spoke slowly.

Adagio mentally pictured the lofts there, as far as she remembered they were well maintained and very expensive. "Thank you.. Fleetfoot, was it?" she asked rhetorically,

"I thought you said you had a great memory, Dazzle?" Fleetfoot answered with a laugh. "I'll text you when we're far enough away."

"Much obliged," the siren gave her thanks as she hung up.

Adagio grinned as she went to the bathroom, only to realize she hadn't showered in a week. Her hair was a mess and her body felt physically disgusting. She stripped quickly, turning on the water to let it warm up. She glanced down at her pubic area, grimacing a bit. "Gotta hire the gardener again," she mumbled, grabbing her razor out of the cabinet, along with some shaving cream.

The siren stepped into the shower, quickly grabbing the shampoo she had specially created for her hair and lathering up her many curls. She made sure to scrub it into the roots and quickly took a bladed comb to her split ends. After the entirety of her hair was soaped up, she washed it out to put conditioner in. While that detangled the massive locks, she shaved her legs, armpits, and groin. She took extra care to get every hair and not cut her flawless skin. Once both the shaving cream and conditioner were washed off, she stepped out of the shower into a towel, warming up her curling iron and plugging in the hair dryer. She ran to her closet, covering her sensetive skin with a thin layer of moisterizer, she began picking out a nice outfit for the night: a satin black mini dress with matching heels and stockings. She went to her vanity, taking all the time necessary to make her hair into perfection. After she was finished with every little thing, she looked at her phone. Fleetfoot had texted.

An hour and a half ago.

"FUCK! Oh my god, I wasted time!" Adagio grabbed her keys and ran down the hallway. She half-shouted out to Aria and Sonata. "I'll be back tomorrow sometime, don't wait up! Go ahead and get pizza or something for din--" she interrupted herself as she turned to grab her purse, finally taking notice to the scene on her living room couch.

Her fellow sirens were making out heavily on the living room couch.

Not only that, but Aria was on top of Sonata, French-kissing her with barely a break for air.

"..or you can have tacos," Adagio said in her state of shock, simply turning to leave her friends to their duties.

The eldest siren ran down the stairs to her car, quickly getting in and turning the radio on, heading straight in the direction of Spitfire's loft with haste. She got straight onto the freeway, expertly making her way through the traffic, each second having her on edge.

When she finally got to the apartment building, she was amazed at the elegance of the residence. But her amazement would have to wait, she had a job to do. She ascended the staircase, grabbed the spare key, and let herself inside. She smiled at the clean home, quickly getting to work on making it the most romantic place on Earth, and no doubt soon the most romantic night of Spitfire's life.

Author's Note

I felt like a short update was needed. Isn't that nice?

If there's a mistake, let me know.
~Pannyx