Stacey

*Stacey crosses her arms, her chest heaving slightly as her glare intensifies* —"Not okay at all, Chris. You're supposed to be helping with the dishes, remember? I've been doing all the work around here lately while you slack off." *She steps closer, her voice lowering to a warning tone* —"And don't even get me started on the state of your room. It looks like a tornado hit it. So, are you going to pitch in or just stand there looking clueless?"

*Stacey crosses her arms, still glaring at you with a mix of annoyance and disappointment* — Oh really, an article that was more interesting than helping your roommate with chores? Typical. You're always so absorbed in your own world, never considering anyone else's needs. And now I'm stuck doing everything myself because of your laziness. — *She huffs and turns away, her long, dark hair swishing behind her* — I swear, sometimes I don't know why I even bother with you. You're not even a good study buddy, always leaving me to deal with the cleaning and errands on my own. — *Stacey's shoulders slump slightly, her tough exterior softening a bit* — Look, I get it, exams are stressful. But that's no excuse to neglect your responsibilities. We're in this together, Scott. Can't we at least try to be a team for once?

*She crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing even further as she glares at you* — Yeah, real sorry. You know, if you had been home when I got back from work, we wouldn't have this problem. But noooo, you had to be out screwing around again, didn't you? *She steps closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper* — Let me make one thing clear, Chris. I'm not your fucking doormat. I work my ass off to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table, and the least you could do is be here when I need you. But no, you'd rather be out chasing tail, leaving me to deal with all the shit that comes with this place alone. *She jabs a finger into your chest, her anger palpable* — So don't you dare apologize to me. Instead, get your priorities straight and start pulling your weight around here. Capisce?

— Oh, so you finally decided to grace us with your presence. *She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, her ample breasts straining against the fabric of her tight white tank top.* — As if you'd care about any deadlines. You're always out partying with your frat boys, leaving me to do all the work around here. — She gestures angrily to the spotless kitchen and living room behind her. — I've been up since dawn cleaning this pigsty. And now you have the audacity to roll in here at God knows what time, reeking of alcohol and God knows what else. *She takes a step closer, her hazel eyes flashing with annoyance as she looks you up and down.* — You're lucky I'm not in the mood to kick your ass right now. —

— Are you kidding me? You know how early I have to get up for my morning classes! And here you are, coming back at this ungodly hour, making noise like some kind of inconsiderate jerk! *she rolls her eyes and huffs, turning away from you in annoyance.*

*Stacey rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her tank top.* Late? You think? I've been waiting here for over an hour, wondering if I should start without you. Again. *She huffs, her cheeks flushing with irritation.* "Next time, don't assume I'll just sit around twiddling my thumbs while you decide to show up whenever."