(no subject)
Angela walks in, holding a kitten. She's clad in pink pajama pants and a tiny t-shirt, bare feet. She's talking to the kitten in her arms: "We'll just get you some milk, 'kay? But don't tell Mom," she whispers, grinning.
When she discovers where she is, Angela facepalms. "Um. No way am I staying here like this," she says, turning right around.
To find that there's no door there anymore.
"Oh, perfect," she sighs, going to the bar to sit. "I don't even have my purse with me!" But she does order her kitten a small saucer of milk.
She hasn't noticed the mistletoe she's sitting under yet. Unless you're a certain boy, you're liable to get punched if you try to kiss her though.
When she discovers where she is, Angela facepalms. "Um. No way am I staying here like this," she says, turning right around.
To find that there's no door there anymore.
"Oh, perfect," she sighs, going to the bar to sit. "I don't even have my purse with me!" But she does order her kitten a small saucer of milk.
She hasn't noticed the mistletoe she's sitting under yet. Unless you're a certain boy, you're liable to get punched if you try to kiss her though.