Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning
Lucille had planned to make tea. That proved impossible this morning. The taps offered nothing but disgusting spicy wine.
As one might imagine, this put Lucille in a horrible mood, and she had been about to stab the kitchen worktop with a knife when deciding that was pointless. With a sigh she poured herself a cup of the only drink available and made some toast before taking a seat at the table.
Then she realized washing her hair wouldn't be possible today, and that did nothing to improve her state of mind.
[Open, with SP during the day.]
As one might imagine, this put Lucille in a horrible mood, and she had been about to stab the kitchen worktop with a knife when deciding that was pointless. With a sigh she poured herself a cup of the only drink available and made some toast before taking a seat at the table.
Then she realized washing her hair wouldn't be possible today, and that did nothing to improve her state of mind.
[Open, with SP during the day.]