10-25-2014, 04:11 PM
After some banging thump and a muffled curse, Claire stumbled into the living room, wiping her eyes as she did. She'd slept in her clothes again. Her black velour pants and ice blue top were wrinkled and flat of their former sheen.
Tony was sprawled on the couch. She stumbled over and weaseled her way under his feet. Only to flop her head back and look at the ceiling. She ought to go wash her hair. "Damn I'm hung over. There any coffee made?"
Tony was sprawled on the couch. She stumbled over and weaseled her way under his feet. Only to flop her head back and look at the ceiling. She ought to go wash her hair. "Damn I'm hung over. There any coffee made?"