#also i didn't mean to write so much lmfao don't worry abt matching length obvs

[someotherdog]

selena was definitely a better roommate than her mother, big barb. the apartment was kept relatively clean, selena didn't make a ton of noise most nights, and there weren't loan sharks and debt collectors beating down the door every few weeks. in comparison, selena was a model roommate, so barbie could forgive unwashed dishes or hair in the shower. she could even forgive the wolf that selena brought home—figuratively, since she apparently didn't have bill dozing in her bedroom. “alright, miss mysterious.” barbie giggled good-naturedly as her roommate walked further into the kitchen.

despite her disapproval of bill, she tried to keep her tone light and airy whenever she brought up selena's kinda-sorta boyfriend. certainly, barbie was in no position to judge her. her own relationship with daniel was practically legendary around encantadora, and when compared, daniel didn't really measure up to bill. not in the money department, anyway. or the personality department, since in the few times she went to a club with selena and bill, he talked her ear off; she had to begrudgingly admit that she did have a good time with them (until they started making out in front of her and she had to fake a stomachache just to get away from their pda). if it weren't for the wolf tattoo on his neck, she might've thought bill was just some car salesmen or some other sleazy job that required him to be unctuous. well, selena apparently liked dangerous men, and barbie liked ne'er-do-wells.

besides, if there was any reason to dislike bill, it was the fact he was a lobo. technically, barbie's loyalties lay with the cucuys—her late father had been a member long ago, and while she hadn't actively had anything to do with the club in a long time, the city of encantadora had been split in two for years: either you sided with the gang, or the mc. because of her familial ties, barbie sided with the cucuys by default, but she personally thought they could both get fucked. the lobos were easy to spot anyway. not just the wolf tattoos they all had, but their attitudes. there was a gravitas the cucuys possessed that the lobos didn't. up against the mc, the lobos all looked like little boys playing gangster. maybe it was because to barbie, all the cucuys she knew were old men now. bill was no spring chicken as far as she knew, but he, like all the lobos, ran wild around town like the lost boys of neverland.

barbie didn't judge selena (much), but she was jealous of her. they didn't know each other very well, but something about selena seemed so carefree. like she never had a worry in her life. maybe it was because she was from vegas or something, and in barbie's mind, las vegas was a nonstop party city. maybe she was just envious that selena could basically do what she wanted and barbie had only ever known responsibility. she no longer lived in her mother's house, but whenever big barb got too drunk at scavengers too, the surly bartender always called little barb to come collect her. which, unfortunately, was a weekly thing. in fact, barbie would normally be in bed already, but she knew it was inevitable she'd be woken up at one in the morning to go get her mom. there wasn't any point in officially going to bed yet.

“just catching up on a few things so i won't have to do them tomorrow.” closing out of her email tab, her eyes followed selena as she walked to the fridge and pulled out one of barbie's limoncello lacroix cans. “sure, go ahead!” barbie granted permission with a sweet smile, but there was a part of her that was a little annoyed by it. if there was a flaw in living with selena, it was that she seemed to run out of her own food often. but again, small annoyances. better that than having her mother accuse her of witchcraft or beg her to drive her to the liquor store at six in the morning. “hmm... tough choice. i mean i'm never not down for a bit of vanderpump rules, but you're right, we're not getting any younger. i'll let you decide. if you say stay, we stay. if you say let's go out, just give me, like, an hour to get ready.” it had been a long time since she hooked up with someone who wasn't daniel anyway. maybe she'd get lucky tonight and forget all about her ex-boyfriend.

"oooh, hmmm, maybe we don't worry about who is or isn't in my room right now." selena joked, hoping barbie knew she wouldn't just invite some rando to sleepover without at least a warning. first of all, it was shitty and, second, barbie did not seem like the type to tolerate her messier qualities. so, no, there wasn't anyone in her room at the moment, but that was because the one-night-stands were mostly an away game situation.

at least her roommate wasn't too judgey. or, at least, she didn't feel like she had the moral high ground to be because of dan. if not for the veterinary job, selena would've called him a feckless loser, but hard to call someone who saved cats and dogs the same thing she called the guy who cut her off coming out of the taco bell drive thru. bill on the other hand, was a tornado and, probably, a terrible house guest. only, she tended to spend time with him solely when she was good and tipsy. still, she snapchatted him a lot. even sober, she still had terrible judgement.

"working late?" she asked, crossing the room to look through the fridge. nothing that good. mostly food that wasn't hers. she frowned and held up a bubbly water. "can i have this?" it was her turn to hit the costco anyways. "want to cash in on our youth and good looks and see what the night holds for us or maybe just watch the latest vanderpump rules?"