Starr smiled.  "Please, don't worry about it."  She tucked her hands in the pockets of her coat, walking next to Kiki the dark streets.  She made herself alert, not wanting to be caught off guard by any one hiding behind a dumpster, or just beyond the reach of the streetlight.  Being a werewolf gave her certain advantages in combat, but she preferred to avoid it altogether.<br/><br/>She smiled when Kiki asked to share the bed with her.  "Sure I will."  She looked over at the girl, and was once again reminded of how she must look under that cloak.<em>Jesus, Starr, she barely knows who she is.  Who's to say she even likes girls?</em>She mentally scolded herself for thinking such thoughts.<br/><br/>Not that Starr would have done anything to Kiki without her consent.  She wouldn't take advantage of her either.  But Kiki was right; it would be lovely to curl up next to someone for once.<br/><br/>Starr's apartment wasn't far from the pub; it took them all of 10 minutes to get there.  The building was old, but still able to be lived in.  Her apartment was on the third floor, and there was no working elevator.  Starr didn't usually mind the stairs, but the pain relieving quality of the alcohol was wearing off again; it never lasted long.  Climbing three flights of stairs wasn't the best exercise for Starr right now, but she tried not to let her discomfort show.  At door 32, Starr pulled out her key and opened the door, allowing Kiki to enter first.  Once they were both inside, she shut the door behind her and relocked it.<br/><br/>Starr's apartment wasn't much.  There was a kitchenette, with a counter and two barstools.  There was an old but comfy loveseat and armchair set in the living room area, and the bedroom and bathroom were down the hall.  Clearly, it was a cheap apartment, but it was home.<br/><br/>"Welcome," she said, watching Kiki for a reaction.