Life is Strange Roleplay (Closed)

"Oh." Chloe's eyes widened as she stared at her hands, a little bit of that playful-dangerous dynamism unleashed from Rachel. About to admit that she didn't mean to imply that this had anything to do with intimacy, she decided against it. I might mean it like that later. If it was possible for someone being scared to be both funny and cute, Rachel succeeded in both areas. Chloe suppressed the laughter, but it was showing in her eyes while her girlfriend glared at her and tried to recompose herself. "I dodged a bullet there." She muttered, eyeing the man, who was doing a monologue on dogs in raincoats and wasn't even cringing at the content. Although, Rachel did raise a fair question. Her own trance had disabled her speech temporarily, and Rachel had gone to sleep. This type of act appeared to need more visual engagement; Jessica was staring at him as if he was transparent. "I'm actually glad she didn't do that to me. Or it'd be on your phone forever, I know that." She smirked. Can't get caught in this game, either. Deadly stuff. The rest of the first twenty minutes of the show was Jessica picking volunteers, asking them obscure questions, and then capturing them in her same, quiet voice that hushed the room.

"Oh?" Rachel let out in confusion, a brow raised, then saying. "Ohhh, that wasn't meant to be implying anything, was it?" As her own face went a little red at the misunderstanding, it was just her naturally dirty mind that made her like that and what for she really do about it, at least I noticed what I said. She thought, it could've been worse after all, she could've just not noticed what she'd said and carried on like nothing happened. She chuckled with a shake of the head as she rested her head lightly against Chloe's own, the two leaning at a slight angle as Rachel took Chloe's hand gently, saying. "Don't be so sure of that. I'm still curious as to what you're planning for me at the nightclub." Rachel was, to say the least, but alas, Chloe was simply teasing her with it at this point, and it was getting get to her, truth be told she was full of nervous energy at what it could be, especially considering that it was a nightclub, my favourite kind of place, or one of. Looking to the stage as the man continued to do more heavily cringy things under Jessica's instructions, she shrugged and said. "Wouldn't be that bad, it'd be funny, wouldn't it, I could make you confess your love to Victoria and record it." She smirked with, not meaning it obviously, and before she could get any reaction she said. "And before you go on a preppy hating fueled rampage, I'm kidding on." Note to self, don't be left alone with Jessica. She couldn't help but think as the first part of.the show progressed on,.and the redheaded woman entranced more and more audience members, her hypnosis had only gotten to Rachel a few times, and she was doing pretty well in blocking the voice out now. Score one for mental preparedness. "what time d'you think we'll get home at tonight then?" Rachel asked slyly, in reference to the probably killer night they were going to have.

"Mhmm...Yep." Chloe snorted. It took a few seconds, but Rachel had managed to get on the same level of insight. And with that, they were both sitting there, an untimely quietude granting them some minutes to adjust. Once Rachel took her hand and mentioned the significance of their evening in respect to Chloe's hint, Chloe couldn't help but register that evil grin. "It's really nothing. We probably won't even remember what I'm planning on Sunday." She still was unaware that Rachel was one hell of a party guest, and might cause her plans to need some alteration, if the 'hammered' part of the equation slipped in too soon. She still had to get them back to the hotel before they went to the night spot, however. She can't wear that. Not there's anything wrong, just that there's a better option. Chloe discovered how hard it was to contain her excitement, so she distracted herself with the current scene. The audience erupted with laughter as Jessica made the next 'victim' do a tap dance with merely the use of her words and the pocket watch. The girl's face was probably also part of the hysterics, given how empty her eyes looked, as if she was sleep walking. "Look. If anyone's sweet on Victoria, it's you.." She retorted in a whisper. "And maybe get back at four in the morning.." Or not at all.

"Well..that's embarrassing then, isn't it?" Rachel said under her breath, strangely enough, she was in-fact a little bit red faced at the misunderstanding, especially since it did make it quite awkward, but she could tell that Chloe didn't seem to care, so that did lessen what Rachel was feeling about it. Shaking her head with a smirk as Chloe spoke, saying. "You're gonna get us totally wasted, aren't you?" Little did she know that Rachel was way ahead of her in that department, she was usually the first one drunk at parties, and she wasn't even a lightweight either, she just really got into the party mood and drank practically half the booze before it was made available to the party, one of the perks to being popular, you get first dibs on the alcohol. Rachel herself chuckling at what the girl on the stage was being told to do along with the audience, okay..so maybe I didn't want to do anything else after all. After seeing how stupid she would've looked in-front of Chloe, shaking her head quickly as she made an attempt to defend herself. "I'm not sweet on Victoria, we're just good friends, it's what friends do." She made sure to sternly tell Chloe, not to be aggressive, just to get her point across she guessed? Then smiling again as the four in the morning part was brought up. "I can imagine so.."

"You're only making it more embarrassing by saying it is." Chloe said coolly. She wasn't fully mortified by the miscommunication though. It was one of those hilarious moments where two dirty minds had crossed at the wrong intervals, and they were slowly withdrawing in defeat. "I can try." She replied as they noted all the alcohol they'd be getting. Alcohol-candy for adults. Good thought. Chloe hadn't exactly been to a wide range of parties. Perhaps a couple, that were arranged at someone else's house when their parents were out of town, but a nightclub? Nope. There was a first for everything, and tonight she'd be trying to enjoy her night out while drinking nonstop. Truthfully it could only take a few shots to get her in the 'mood' of things, and then half a dozen more till she was passed out on the floor. The hypnotism was a good cover for any conversation they were having in the room. Most of the audience was distracted, or in a 'trance' themselves. "Okay, whatever you'd like to call it, Miss Amber." She stuck her tongue out.

"Alright, alright, just, let's put a pin in that." Rachel said somewhat impatiently at how the conversation that she really did want to end was still going, it wasn't her finest moment, mistaking Chloe's words for something else and then making it awkward, yeeaah, definitely not my finest moment. Nodding casually as she said "And I know you certainly will. But I'm way ahead of you." She made sure to inform her girlfriend with, and she was, she'd be drunk before Chloe even knew it, it was just her thing, did she have a problem? I mean, I don't think so.. And she didn't think she did, sure she drank a lot at parties, and by a lot, what that meant was box-fulls, but she never drank any other time, so surely she couldn't. Stretching her neck and giving a quick look over to the rest of the audience, making sure they weren't being listened in on or interrupting anyone's viewing of the show, to which she stifled a laugh, most of them were in a trance state already. The two must've been so distracted that they hadn't noticed whatever Jessica was saying, good thing for it too, or else we'd be long gone. "I'm not sweet on her Miss Price, she's just nice to me. What's so hard to understand about that?" She inquired with curiously near the end of her sentence.

Chloe didn't pursue the conversation that seemed to have gone to a spiral of chagrin. Instead, she raised her eyebrows as Rachel inferred how she'd be way ahead in the wasted department. Should I be concerned that I'll lose her at the bar? She bit back a laugh. If there was one thing she'd learned about Rachel in these days, it was that she was not to be trusted if there was something other than the standard in her system. "How will I ever keep up with you." She imagined that in between dancing and random flirting, Rachel would be a nonstop trainwreck. And she couldn't wait. The show had started to rotate to different props being used. An assortment of guests joined Jessica on stage for the final performances, where she was prepared to make all three of them believe they were in different bodies. Creepy shit. Chloe cut off her conversation momentarily--more like playful bickering--to watch as each person appeared to genuinely forget who they were, and a look of sheer terror awaited them once they filled into the trance.

"Very straight forward answer, you won't." Rachel said with a light chuckle, kind of not wanting to knock any of the people surrounding them out of the trance they appeared to be in, it was quite funny, looking around her again as she quietly said. "Pretty sure she's hypnotized the entire building, score one for us then." Turning to face the stage again as Jessica was making them believe that they were in bodies different from their own, which was pretty laughable in itself, giving a light slap to her thigh as she said. "Damn, we should've got her to make us believe we were each other." She couldn't help but laugh now, that would've been too good, wonder what my subconscious's impression of Chloe would be. "Better yet, we thought we were in each other's bodies, imagine sex like that..are you imagining?" She continued with happily, giving Chloe a playful nudge on the arm as her attention was half way split between her girlfriend and the all too funny, yet seriously cool performance that was happening on stage.

As always. Chloe reworked her plan for the tantalizing night, content with engaging in her ideas with Rachel before she passed out or got lost in the mob of Portland party-goers. She looked to her left, at a couple of people who had their eyeballs nearly popping out their sockets, they were so transfixed on Jessica's performance. "Why do I feel this is gonna be an end scene in a dark movie..." She murmured, looking the other way to only see the same result. Unless these were paid actors doing a damn good job, it was marginally alarming to see the rest of the audience in some intangible, controlled behavior. Her girlfriend mentioned, as a joke, that they should have had Jessica 'switch' them into each other's minds..And then..sex? "So you would get to see yourself..um..?" She didn't finish her sentence. It was remarkable as a concept, but she wasn't going to ask the hypnotist. "Yeah, I'm imagining." Soon after the group of people settled down after trying to figure out why they weren't who they thought they were, Jessica had them do the same 'sit down and close your eyes' technique, finishing it as the people came to. In eerily robotic display, the rest of the audience began to clap as the curtain closed.

Rachel nodded with a smirk as Chloe looked to the other audience members, who were all damn well in a trance if she'd ever seen one, which she had, with Chloe obviously. Chuckling as Chloe spoke about it feeling like a dark scene from the end of a movie, or was it the other way around, yeah, yeah it was. Nodding as she said "Maybe it's just how eerie they all look, or how we know what they're feeling like. Y'know, mindless, obedient, all creepy things to be able to do to someone." She made her own observations on how creepy it truly was for Jessica to be able to basically shut down a person's mind and make them all obedient to her whenever she wanted practically, it really was a unsettling thought, especially at how controlling the woman seemed upon first impression. Shrugging as she said "Well, I was thinking more of being able to have sex AS someone I find more attractive than myself, IE, you. Don't say you wouldn't want to be me during sex, I mean, come on." She chuckled with, raising both brows as if she was trying to persuade Chloe that it was in-fact a fun idea, smirking as she continued with. "Trust me, I know you are." Giving her own clap to go with the audience's as the curtains closed over again.

"If they start to turn against us, we're running for that front door." She whispered. Rachel made her point. They did look so obedient to Jessica. It was her mind-control army, in the small theatre room. Everything became an perspective discussion soon enough. "I'm not sure about being you during sex. I'd just like everything I'd be seeing me-I mean you as me-do to you...Okay, too confusing. Can't we just stick to normal sex? I get to enjoy you more." Her brain blanked out for ten seconds while she had to picture what it would look like from Rachel's point of view as herself. Honestly, she didn't think it would be as rewarding to watch herself from her girlfriend's position. Most of her fantasies were about Rachel. Not just her body, anyway. As the show came to a close, everyone started to get up and move from their seats, back to the entrance of the theatre. They all seemed to be functioning on their own accord, at least. Chloe followed them out.

"Fuck that, I'ma grab a weapon. That would be fun." Rachel whispered back with a smirk, then shrugging as Chloe spoke about the whole mind-switching thing, or at least they'd think of it as that, she wasn't too keen on telling her the real reason, but meh, she wanted to get what she meant across. "Well..no during sex, maybe, y'know, some alone time as each other, I mean technically it would be, since we'd THINK we were each other, the brain's scarily good at making you see other things, and by alone time, you know what I mean." Yeah, not too keen on sharing that, but as long as she gets what I mean, we'll be fine. The show was over after a few more moments, the lights now as bright as they once were and everyone heading to the entrance where they first entered again. Rachel standing up and following Chloe out of the Theatre. "But, you know what I mean, just saying. It'd be interesting, jeez Chloe, you gotta have a more open mind." She joked with, holding her girlfriend's hand now as they were forced to yet again readjust to the new temperature that was outside. God damn it..well, not as cold as in there.

"You already shot a gun on the beach. What now? Molotov Cocktails?" Upgrading her artillery? Should I be worried about this? Rachel had apparently thought about this before, or she was just very good at visualizing things. For Chloe, it was more a blur for how useful that new power would be. Probably, 'alone time' would pose some interesting purpose, but she was still resolute on keeping their brains in their respective bodies. Rachel was right, though. Isn't she always? Fuck. "I know that would be pretty fascinating. Fine, if we got the chance, once, but vague memory of what happened so I'm not confused forever." She bargained invisible terms. It felt more humid outside than it did in the icebox, so Chloe considered it would take another couple of minutes until the overestimated heat would right itself. "What's the earliest these clubs open? Ten?" She murmured.

"Pfft no--wait, can I do that..OH that reminds me, I gotta go to a place now, I know where it is from here, you can just head back to the hotel." Rachel said, a lot more hyped than she was before, the idea reappearing in her head, she just had to do that one thing, or was it two..yeah it was two. Before she could head back to the hotel with Chloe to get herself ready for their night of partying, nodding as Chloe eventually began to agree with her on the idea she had, Rachel was pretty good at talking to people, maybe she could become a future Jessi--woah, no, maybe a hypnotist, but definitely not like her..too strange for me. "See, I told you it would be fun if we did it. And I'd be more than happy with remembering it all." She smirked with, the two heading further and further away from the Theatre and in the vague direction of the hotel, she was quickly readjusting herself to the temperature as she had already done one too many times today. "Yeah about half ten, eleven for the latest ones I'd say." She offered her own insight to the usual opening time for a nightclub, as she, out of the two of them at least was the resident nightclub expert.

"Go to a place?" Chloe repeated. Her expression involved partial interest and limited bemusement. She thought better of asking where it was, as Rachel would have obviously told her, unless she didn't want her to know... Oh. That place, that she refused to say this morning. Walking a little further, she looked back when Rachel didn't follow. "Okay then... I guess I'll wait back at our room. I have the keycard, right?" She checked her pockets, finding the card in her left one. "Half ten... Well, okay, I'll see you in the room 'soon', right?" Chloe was walking backwards so she could keep talking without having to turn around. "Don't get drunk without me!" She called out at last, waving back at Rachel as she crossed the street to get back to the hotel. Her mind was still keen on seeking out what Rachel meant, and why she was being so secretive. Should I..? She felt this was a moment for optimal trust, and that she could possibly be ruining that chance. Then again, would Rachel get that upset if she decided to shadow her? Maybe. She pondered as she saw the front doors of the hotel come into view.

"Yeah, it's nothing, just stuff." Rachel said with a shrug, noticing that Chloe was clearly interested in what she was talking about, or not talking about depending on how you looked at it. But she wasn't going to budge, smiling faintly as she saw Chloe walk ahead then turn around to see that she wasn't following, Chloe did seem a little..well she couldn't put her finger on it, but she seemed too casual to be alright with it, like she was trying to be casual about it. But Rachel had something she wanted to check out by herself without any of Chloe's unnecessary worrying, I'm just checking it out, planning ahead, it's fine, then I'ma have to check out that tailors across the street. She thought as she nodded "I'll meet you there soon, don't worry about it." Chuckling as she headed in the opposite direction, her mind had a good sense of where she was heading. "Trust me, I won't." She called back, turning around a corner into one of the other streets, hands in her pockets as her mind gave her directions on where to go.

There are life rules you learn as an adolescent that stay with you. One of those rules being that when people delineate their job or activity as "just stuff", that it usually isn't. Chloe wouldn't have been as interested if she didn't have any clue as to what Rachel's ambiguous reply was about. Walking back to the hotel, she bit her tongue, trying to decide whether or not to go through those front doors and just head up to her room, or disobey her girlfriend to appease her own eagerness. In the end, her 'good girlfriend' side won out. The girl told herself over and over that it was probably just a secondary shop that Rachel had wanted to check out, or maybe she was looking into some nightclubs, and she wanted to surprise Chloe with the location. None of her own answers seemed plausible, but she would rather not try to go hunting down Rachel in the middle of Portland, and come up with an awkward excuse as to why she was aimlessly wandering the streets in the afternoon. Turning the door handle after inserting the keycard, she noticed the bed had already been made up again, and she fell onto it, checking her phone in case someone decided to text.

It had taken Rachel about 20-30 minutes of plain wandering Portland as she had in-fact gotten herself lost a few times, stupid brain. But in the end she had to ask directions to where she was heading, and had gotten them after about 2 attempts on asking people, she had gotten to her destination, she stood in-front of the office that was only a small part of a larger building, and had actually needed to take a breath before heading in, she was a little nervous at the whole thing, as it was how she may very well be living her life one day, only if fashion doesn't work out, which it will. I know, but we need a backup plan, and I'm not gonna waltze into my backup plan without knowing anything about it, duh. She told herself, before being kindly greeted by an older looking man, later 30's easily she could tell, in a gray uniform with little square camouflage all over it. "Welcome ma'am, you here to stay or just to look around?" He asked, to which Rachel turned to face him fully and said "I'm here to..uh ask questions, so I can know what it entitles." To which he smiled and nodded "I understand, it's not an easy decision to make."


He had escorted her over to his desk, sitting in his chair that was behind his desk obviously and Rachel sitting in a chair that was in-front of his desk, the man, given by the nametag, Myers sliding over a leaflet to her, to which she picked it up and inspected it curiously, opening it up as she nodded in approval. "I get a health plan..and you pay for school?" She asked with a brow raised, to which Myers nodded and said "Any service member gets a boatload of benefits, it's one of the plans the DoD put into place to encourage more youngsters like yourself to enlist." Rachel nodded, well the pay's good for a first job, and it allows me to carry on my fashion work.. "So, during y'know, the training and stuff, I can still go home and carry on my school?" Rachel asked, Myers nodding and saying "You'd be getting 2-3 week long leaves periodically within the 6 month training, and we'd take over the payments to your school, if that's what you and your parents would wish." This was definitely appealing, and Rachel was a lot less nervous about it, the whole team there was actually amazingly nice to her and she got along well with them, she didn't know where the time went and before she knew it the recruiting station was closing, she'd been there for another 2 hours afterwards, and she took her leaflet to go and gave her thanks and farewell to Sgt. Myers and his friends, she checked her phone to see the time.


It was getting dark and she needed to get to the tailors quickly, she jogged across the street, a few cars honking their horns at her as she did so, to which Rachel resisted the temptation to give them the middle finger, she'd spent about 15-20 minutes walking, and this time she did know where she was going, but it was a little trek to get there, she'd gotten to the tailors, that belonged to none other than the Calvin Klein company itself, it was a smaller one, but she knew she'd be able to inquire more on what it actually required to be a fashion designer inside, the same process as the station had gone on more or less in there too, she'd asked questions, been given a leaflet and the team there were just as nice to her, but not as encouraging, telling her that it was in-fact a very difficult industry to be noticed in, and that only the best would in-fact become known to the world, or at least the state. But Rachel, being as determined as she was, was more than willing to take the risk, she decided in the end, that she might try and juggle the two careers, on one hand the Army, as she didn't find a Navy station there, could give her life skills and would help her resume in the future by ten folds, and on the other being a fashion designer was her life long dream, she'd always wanted to design clothes for a living and have celebrities wear them and world leaders request specially made ones from her, that was what she wanted more than anything, but now she knew that if she truly did want to succeed, that she'd have to work, surprising? No.


It was an hour before she actually got back to the hotel, entering it and waving to the employees who recognized her well enough strangely to let her past without any problems, how long was I out there for? She thought, checking her phone and if she had a drink in her mouth, she'd have spat it out, she was out for about 4 hours and 20 minutes or something of the sort, and she quickly made her way into the elevator, pressing the button to their floor like she had no time in the world to do anything else, being nervously eager for the elevator to arrive at the floor, and when it did she jogged over to the door, knocking on it as gently as she could but at the same time she had forgotten to text Chloe, god damn it Rachel, ONE job, well three but--no time for jokes!

((*Sees first two paragraphs* Oh, well that's reasonabl-*sees two more* HOLY FUCK.))


Chloe stretched out like a cat on the bed, her eyes randomly glaring at her phone, which sat forlorn and empty of any recent texts. Twenty minutes in, she was still wrestling the idea of going out there to check for Rachel, and see what she'd been so persistent and vague about since this morning. Although, as time slipped by, she was finding new ways to cure herself of boredom. It seemed one of the many amenities of the hotel was the TV, and with that came a variety of channels. She became enraptured with the Animal Planet series about wild life in the tundra before shutting it up and realizing that no one honestly cared if Lola the polar bear made it back to the iceberg with her parents-she'd do just fine. Stupid shows getting me wrapped up in avoidable drama. For the rest of her isolated hour, she decided to change into slightly more rave-worthy clothing, more like a pretty open tank top that could show off her arm tattoo, and shorts instead of her jeans.


Halfway through reapplying a darker coating of eyeliner, she wondered if Rachel had gotten lost, or if she was having too much fun doing whatever it is, that she'd forgotten they had a specific date tonight. "No..She wouldn't." She muttered to herself, knowing full well that if her girlfriend had gotten lost, she would have at least called, but she also other shops in the vicinity to get directions from. She's not helpless, Chloe. Calm down. Less than thirty minutes in, and you're always so sure she needs you. Truth is-she doesn't. She stared at the girl in the mirror and forced her eyebrows to tilt in an angry expression, so that the narrowing of her eyes made her look that much more dangerous with the black lining her blue eyes. Rachel had mentioned that she'd be going to a tailor's as well. Busy.





When an hour had set into the mix of things, Chloe had resorted to something she wasn't proud of. Doing Avril Lavigne karaoke. Truthfully, Avril wasn't even a favorite of hers. It was more of the "I dont care" vibe that she was going for, while she plugged her headphones into her phone and lay on the bed, singing half of the lyrics to "What the Hell" correctly. Not my proudest moment, but I'm here alone. Who cares?

((Ikr xD ))


Rachel continued to knock on the door. Now calling out to Chloe "Chloe, I'm back." But she got no response, now slightly anxious as to why, maybe she's angry with me..or gone out looking for me..fuck. And given the fact that Rachel never coped well with anxiety, she simply took out her phone and texted to her girlfriend. `I'm outside the door, SORRY for not txting u earlier DX` Which a simple text couldn't even explain how angry she was at herself for not remembering to text her girlfriend, or to even regularly check up on the time to know she wasn't taking forever, and so she waited, still knocking and occasionally calling Chloe's name. She was a little bit sick in her stomach at how nervous she was at Chloe's soon to be reaction, come on, it was an honest mistake, she won't be that mad. But what if she is!? Rachel knew she was overreacting, but she had good reason to, she must've damn well worried her girlfriend at some point by not texting her for 4 hours. Stupid..stupid, why didn't I?!

The first knock on the door went unheard as Chloe painfully droned out "If you love me-if you hate me-you can't save me-". However, the text she received a few seconds later was enough to infiltrate her lyric-ridden brain, and she had a quick intake of air, struggling to hurry off the bed, and tear off her headphones. At this point, it could be one of two people. The room service, or Rachel. She was sincerely hoping it was the latter, and that she hadn't heard any of the pathetic karaoke that had been occurring for the past fifteen minutes. Chloe checked her phone one last time before skidding at the front door and unlocking it, seeing her girlfriend standing there, looking a little nervous. "You're back." She smiled warmly. State the obvious, why don't you. The look on Rachel's face made her think that things hadn't gone according to plan. "Everything okay?" She asked, standing aside to let her into the room before shutting the door. She wasn't aware just how happy she was to see Rachel until a few seconds after seeing her face.

Rachel's nervous energy had went down by a small extent and was momentarily replaced with a smirk and a light snicker as she heard Chloe singing from inside the room, well if you could call it that, it may have just been her saying the lyrics out loud in some absent minded attempt, music tended to do that to people, but she heard the bed squeaking slightly and the sound of foot steps quickly making their way over to the door, said door unlocking and opening as Rachel brightly smiled at Chloe, noticing that she wasn't in-fact mad with her, but seemed concerned, which did drop her mood a little bit, nodding as Chloe spoke "I am..and yeah I'm fine." She said dismissively, walking past Chloe into the room as Chloe closed and locked the door behind her. Putting the leaflet back into her pocket as she took off her thin, flannel jacket, chucking it onto the bed. "Sorry for not texting you, I just got distracted..and, you know I would've if I remembered, please don't say you were worried." She apologized and hoped with at the same time, she didn't seem angry..or worried, at least not about me being out.

Chloe turned around and watched her carefully, in case there was some give away sign that her solo plans had been pretty botched. She opened her mouth to speak, the words quiet. "I was worried, just a little bit though." Chloe rubbed the back of her neck, staring down at the carpet. "Are you still up for the nightlife? Or has going around town been too much?" She wasn't going to lie-she usually didn't make her eyes look like they were surrounded by an inkwell for nothing. Although, if Rachel was actually tensed up about something, maybe she should ask the direct reason instead of allowing the question to slip out of the books. She sat down on the edge of the bed, recalling they could go get dinner-or was it late lunch- before the nightclubs around here opened, and plus she was curious to know if Rachel had decided on a specific outfit for the outting. C'mon. Her party mood can't be defeated that quickly...can it?

Rachel was already in the middle of taking her tank-top off, throwing it on the bed as she turned around to see Chloe talking to her, she did look a little bit worried now, why? She wondered, the original cause for concern was over now wasn't it? Or was there some more miss-communication between the two? That would make things more difficult, she nodded and said "Yeah, of course I am, I just had to go do some things, I was only worried that you'd be angry at me Chloe, but I'm cool now..we're cool now, right?" She both said and asked in the same sentence, pulling down her jeans now and dumping them on the bed as she stretched her arms after the running session she had trying to get back to the hotel and rubbed at her legs. "Chloe, in-case you're wondering, I'm fine, I'm good, I'm great, I was only out to do 2 important things, I lost track of time, no harm caused. We're still up however for a hella good night." She made sure to reassure Chloe with, attempting to calm any uncertainties her girlfriend had with Rachel's mood towards it now.

Chloe rested her hands on the edge of the bed, her eyes trained on the pretty much ideal view of Rachel's back. Sighing, she shook her head. Rachel seemed distracted, distant, and nervous all at once. It was causing a reflective emotion to appear in her as well. "Yeah, we're cool." She murmured, nodding. "I'm not even angry...I mean, we're both allowed to go out with the other, right? It's not a law." She shrugged, dismissing the impression that she would have started to vent to Rachel about the absolutely terrible time she had without her, in the interval that she'd been gone. It wasn't terrible. It was just lonely and boring. Kind of why I'm happy she's here now. "Okay, good. I just wanted to know that everything was okay." Sitting up, she reached over to give Rachel's shoulder a comforting squeeze before pulling away to get something from her backpack.