<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sunday, January 5th - 8:15 PM</strong></span><br/><em>Tia's Bedroom Door</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/74/85/5f/74855f3c39ee46344adc5276e4f95415.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>WHO:</strong> Marley Ann (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283294#msg15283294)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Cute outfit (pictured), barefeet<br/><strong>DOING:</strong> Having drinks<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong> --<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Tia | CLOSED</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">By the time Marley got herself together, it was a quarter after eight. She had spent the rest of her afternoon and evening reading fiction in her bedroom hammock. Though the short horror stories of H. P. Lovecraft probably wasn’t considered ‘light’ reading by any means, or particularly suited for a ‘nope’ day, it gave her mind something so fantastical to focus on that the world around her seemed a little less dark, and a little less stressful in comparison. Though, admittedly, some of her stress was due to one particular evening <em>offer</em> she was somewhat late for. Marley was wearing a sheer white top, pink ruffled tank and dark, pleated pants. Her pink strappy heels made it look like she just waltzed out of a very important business meeting and into a classy restaurant bar. Instead, she waltzed up to Tia’s bedroom door and gave it a light rasp with her knuckles. This <em>was</em> what she would wear to go for drinks with a hot friend; where they’d play the fun game of scoring free drinks off of the bartender. Whoever won the most free drinks, got to take the bartender home.<br/><br/>Yeah, <em>before</em>. This is how she would dress for drinks <em>before</em> they were in a fucking post-Apocalypse and the location of the drinks wasn’t <em>across</em> the hallway in someone else’s <em>bedroom</em>. <em>What if Tia was wearing sweatpants?</em> Or pyjamas? Or nothing at all? But she had already knocked, so there wasn’t time to change into something more... <em>casual</em>.<br/><br/>Marley bent down and undid the straps of her pink high heels, and quickly, awkwardly, kicked them off. <em>Barefeet was more casual, at least, and she wouldn't be much taller than Tia this way.</em> Both of her shoes landed at the opposite end of the hallway, at the top of the staircase, further then she had wanted them to go. She would deal with those later, after she finished drinking with Tia. <em>That’s all this was right? Drinks?</em> Though she had <em>dressed</em> for a classy restaurant bar, it had been awhile since Marley had <em>visited</em> one. After stumbling across the Cathedral over five years ago, neither her or any of the other founders had really left its front doors for very long. Especially when it was far easier to get wasted and break society’s rules in your own abandoned mansion. But when Marley thought about… <em>before</em>, she could remember the pleasantries. Normally, at a bar, she would discuss work or other people or other relationships while drinking at a much more mild pace. <em>She could manage that, right?</em><br/><br/>She wondered what <em>Tia</em> would want to talk about. Marley still felt like she had fucked something up earlier, in the backyard, on the old lawn chairs; surely alcohol wasn’t going to prevent her from saying more stupid shit. Another second went by and Marley wondered what to do with her hands, as they were sweating slightly, before Tia opened the door. She placed them awkwardly on her clothed hips and gave the pretty, older woman a warm, slightly flirtatious, smile.<br/></span>