#44 Blueberry Hill, late Tuesday night

[carpe_demon]

Drake had been out carousing, as you do, and it was very late when he was getting back to the house. He came in through the back door, humming a song by DuJour, and spied the wreckage of the chaise lounge on the porch. He clucked his tongue and shook his head, then snapped his fingers and conjured up a piece of chalk. A few moments later, there were two not entirely worksafe chalk outlines on either side of the chaise.

Drake smiled at his handwork, vanished the chalk, and continued into the house, humming resumed.

[ooc: I BLAME SHANIE OMG.]