She could be working more on her economy, or tearing her hair out about healthcare or chewing her fingernails down to the nub about the midterm elections. Naturally Amelia did none of these, opting instead for a bit of drinking with Alice if she could. (If not she'd have to go find herself a bowl of ice cream to comfort herself with.) Maybe it was because Alice was a hilarious drunk and Amelia enjoyed pulling her out of her hermit shell out into the open. Mostly it was because she didn’t want to think about the things she was dealing with at home.
That in mind, she hurried up the familiar walkway to Alice's door. "Hey, England!" She battered the door with her knuckles in warning before pulling on the handle. Oh. Locked? That was okay. There was a flash of a key and a grin from the woman as she promptly shoved it into the door, turned and swung it open, barging into the front hallway. Where did she get the key, one may ask? England would certainly inform anyone that it was not from her. "Englaaaaaand??" She peered around curiously, where was that woman and her silly broom?
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