WHO: Hmm let's guess.
WHERE: Apartment del Jasonface.
WHEN: Backlogged; just around early early Feb 1st, AM.
WARNINGS: Idk.
FORMAT: I'm just going to stop writing this one I never know.
SUMMARY: Directly post-Sirius date. You figure it out. :|
Rose kind of wished Sirius had dropped her off a little further away. Walking might've helped clear her head up just a bit; she did guzzle that drink a bit too fast. That would be fine if the apartment had anything but that nasty Corona stuff, but...Something else to put on the list.
She bustled into the apartment complex--much, much warmer here--and made her way to hers. His. Theirs. Whatever it was, jiggling the door handle before keying herself in.