Manager's Suite, The Arms Hotel, late Sunday morning [6/7]
After carefully disentangling her arms and legs from Dani's, Mary put on a t-shirt and sweatpants before heading for the kitchen. She ordered breakfast from room service, then sat down with a cup of coffee while she tried to figure out exactly what came over her yesterday. The tougher question was what would happen next.
[OOC: I finally have an excuse to use this icon! For the other person sleeping there, and for a phone call, but open if anyone else wants to drop by. ETA: The conversation might be headed in a NWS direction.]
[OOC: I finally have an excuse to use this icon! For the other person sleeping there, and for a phone call, but open if anyone else wants to drop by. ETA: The conversation might be headed in a NWS direction.]