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From the way Glenn was acting, it was pretty obvious to her that he hadn't noticed they were at her house. Though she was sort of counting on that, otherwise he probably would have made some big deal about it, being high and all. She had no idea where he lived though, and she figured he wasn't in the right mind to tell her, so it was simpler to just continue on and bring him back to her place. Mostly she just assumed he would crash on the couch, maybe sleep off some of his hangover or whatever the next day, and be gone again. After he had graduated high school, the seventeen year old hadn't seen very much of him.

After leaving him in the living room, she headed into the kitchen, where she rummaged through the cabinets until she found a little bottle of Advil. There was always some sort of headache reliever in the house, whether it was Advil or Tylenol or even Aspirin, because when she was little she used to get headaches all the time. Now they only came every once in awhile though, which she was very happy about. When she did get them though, they were bad, and lasted a long time.

A few minutes later she was back in the living room, offering Glenn a bottle of water and two of the pills before standing back. "I've been around." Was her answer, short and simple, like her(literally, she was only 4'11"). Ashes never was very complicated, not one to talk much, always seeming to be hiding something. At least that was how it was if you actually thought about it, paid attention. Most people just left her alone, figuring she just wasn't very social. And she wasn't, really. Horrible at parties because of her negativity on everything, though she was great at mingling with the adults at her father's "parties". "What about you, Glenny?" Though she didn't expect much of an answer.

-- Ashes