The Arms Hotel - Chris's Room - Monday Morning

[neurotic_witch]

Chris was sound asleep and, as such, still unaware of what had occurred this weekend and who he was currently curled up in bed with.

Countdown to flailing has commenced.

[for the 'wife']

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[izzyalienqueen]

See Isabel wake up.

See Isabel remember the weekend. And who her husband was.

And what they did the night before.

See Isabel flail.

All without moving a muscle or making a sound.

[izzyalienqueen]

"Good. Just so we're clear on that."

She flailed an arm towards the bathroom. "I'm going to just go get changed. And then I'm going to leave." And find a way to kill herself.

[neurotic_witch]

"Sounds like a good plan," Chris agreed, very carefully not looking at her.

[izzyalienqueen]

Nodding rapidly, Isabel retreated to the bathroom.

[neurotic_witch]

Chris stayed in the bed, making sure he was properly covered, and waited for her to emerge.

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel finally emerged, her hair pulled carefully forward to hide several rather vivid hickys on her neck.

"So um," she said, edging towards the door. "I'll see you in fifty some years?"

[neurotic_witch]

"Right, yeah, that's good," Chris said.

[izzyalienqueen]

"Good. Bye."

And she fled like a fleeing thing.