After Midnight » Places

         Mali snickered, rubbing her face agains Azaels chest "you're way to sweet for your own good, and Jade is doing great! Did you see that hot guy who drove us here? One with the mohawk, he's your new brother in law" Mali was glad to have something to be a bit enthusiastic about untill she could get some sleep

Andy got a bucket, the tea and breadsticks and placed next to her before he crawled into bed, rubbing her back with one hand and eating a cinnamon bun with the other "anything I can get you or do for you?" en inquired

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Hetra tucked the covers close around Dante and kissed him good day and rest. She had no idea if he actually normally "rested" under covers. She was feeling restless, and knew what itch was wanting to be scratched. She was very thankful she didn't get the physical effects of comming of the drugs. She decided to lay next to Dante and count his hairs, even though she knew the exact number, or wait for him Devino to be ready to be picked up, witchever came first. After a while she got out of bed, and into Dante's wardrobe, borrowing sweatpants and a hoodie before she went out to get some good clothes. She figured she couldn't be showing up in cocktaildresses at the business meeting, witch was the only piece of clothing she owned. She spent about an hour getting the right clothes, an hour getting ready, the remaining hours on reading throught the file and familiarising herself with what she needed to do.

Devi was starting to sober up, always a crummy feeling. In additon, he'd for some reason decided that the door mat outside his house was good for sleeping on. Bad call... He stood up, finding his face soaked in energydrinks. He sat up, shaking his hand wet hand, and noticed it held his wallet with a bite mark in it. Suspecting the worst, he reached for his pocket, and pulled out, yup, a pocketed kebab. He checked his watch, ten... He had a job... He needed to shower... I noticed he had lost his keyes somewhere. With a sigh, and a loud snapping crackle and a bright red light, the door to his apartment was open. Seconds later he realised it wasn't his apartment, probably not even his building, and quickly made for the door, leaving some half chewed ten dollar bills to repay the door, and the half eated kebab. Half an hour later he'd broken into his own apartment and was out of the shower, the aspirin was kicking in. He went through his closet and found a pair of pants, t-shirt and sweather surprisingly not with holes in.