New Faces (Gidget)

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj got the message on short notice. He had just gotten off work which means he was dressed in a gorgeous dress and stunning makeup right now. He looked down at his texts to Drake, making sure this was the right place. Normally he would just present himself as Josie, but honesty was going to be key right now.

He knocked on the door, hoping to help.

[Gidget]

Gidget had spent most of the time after Drake left her apartment in the shower, and had only just managed to get dressed in her typical PJ's: extremely fuzzy pants and a slinky tank top that showed off her complete lack of curves. Her hand was, finally, starting to heal up, but it would be a bit before the bruises faded away. It still ached... and the cut on her side made it difficult to eat. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had eaten at all. Perhaps that was why she was in such a sour mood.

Well, that combined with, you know, everything else.

She was trying to dry her ragged short hair when there was a knock on the door.

"Wow, Drake, did you finally learn some fucking ma--" she began, throwing open the door (which still wasn't locked; she'd never admit it, but there was a part of her that had been hoping Drake would come back), just to see a beautiful person (wow, she's so much taller than me) standing on the other side of her door, "--nners....."

She blinked, stunned for a moment, before her eyes narrowed.

"The hell are you?"

[Djoser Aneksi]

The door slammed open and Dj's eyes widened a bit. Je looked over the shorter girl before him and his features melted into a soft smile. She was clearly upset, and needed a lot of paitence.

He would say in a sweet. husky female voice "I'm Drake's friend. He said I was coming?"

[Gidget]

Her eyes narrowed even more, if it were possible, and she remained in the doorway to her apartment, not welcoming the stranger in.

"You.... are the HE... that Drake told me about..." she murmured slowly, her disbelief obvious in her words.

[Djoser Aneksi]

She did have a scathing quality to her words. Regardless, Dj was going do play it smooth as possible.

"Yes, my name is Djoser. I am dressed like this because I came straight from work." He would say, his voice staying in that warm timbre.

[Gidget]

"Are you, like, an escort or some shit? Is that how you know Drake?"

Despite the hiss to her tone, her question was genuine. Drake was constantly insisting that he was a WHORE, which meant he had to know other whores... right?

[Djoser Aneksi]

He would seem unphased.

"A drag queen and a professional dancer actually." He'd say sweet and genuine.

[Gidget]

"A.... drag queen?"

Gidget's brows furrowed in confusion, and she took a slow, sweeping glance over DJ, in all of his glory, from head to foot, then back up again.

"I thought that was only a job in, like... Grand Theft Auto and shit."

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj would smile still. Again unphased by the aggression.

"It is a career, a really fun one at that. Though, I think I'm here to talk about you."

[Gidget]

That seemed to snap Gidget out of her genuine, almost cat-like curiosity, and she returned to the aggression from before. Her sneer returned, and she refused to step aside or allow the stranger into her home.

"And why the fuck would that be? Why would Drake ACTUALLY send a stranger knocking on my door?"

[Djoser Aneksi]

"He said you needed advice. Some that he felt I would be more qualified in giving."

He would tilt his head and give a warm, big smile.

[Gidget]

Advice. She slapped her hand against her forehead. Had Drake seriously told somebody about the problems that she was having? She didn't know if she should be relieved that he cared that much, even though he was pissed, or if she should get angry that he had brought her problems to somebody else.

"And what makes YOU qualified to answer MY questions? Why should I trust a stranger's advice, anyway?"

[Djoser Aneksi]

"If I'm honest, I don't even know what's wrong. Drake just cares about you and wanted me to try. I care about him and want to bring him peace of mind. If you'd let me, I'd like to try." He'd say. He had nothing to hide. He just was going to be honest and try to help.

[Gidget]

As soon as she mentioned Drake caring about her, there was a slight droop to her shoulders. She meshed her teeth together and looked away, for the first time since his arrival unwilling to meet DJ's eyes. Gidget looked anywhere but at him, and then sighed softly.

"Fine. But I don't like it."

She turned around and left DJ to walk into her apartment on his own. Her living room was shockingly bare: there was one well-loved couch, with no decorations or pillows, and her three monitor computer set-up, along with one over sized, super comfy computer chair, and a smaller, but equally as comfortable chair. She hadn't moved it since her day with WR; it still sat right beside her own.

She went straight to the larger chair and plopped down into it, wincing slightly as she jostled the wound on her side, and got comfortable, not playing the hostess to any degree.

[Djoser Aneksi]

Dj would step in and find a seat on the floor, taking his heels off and setting them by the door respectfully. He would sigj deeply and say "Start wherever you'd like."