<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ptLBWg9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Alexandra Vale</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Late evening, just after the<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Link - NSFW (http://i.imgur.com/zoWgNiG.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Reserved - Mentions Satan/Greg, Aric<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Bad night blues<br/><br/><hr/><br/>By the time Alexandra left the St. Clair residence, the party across the street at Satan's house was still going, so thus, when Alex pulled her car into the driveway, and stepped inside the house, she was all alone.  There were no far off sounds of the television, or stereo from the door leading down to the basement loft, a sign that Aric had yet to make him way back.<br/><br/>Another night, perhaps, and she would have waited up for him.  She would have sat herself down on the couch, her phone in hand, eyes drifting back and forth between the television, her phone, and the window.  She would have waited all night for him to come home, to give him an earful and, as her mother had said, a “whoopin'” if she had to given his ideas of fun.<br/><br/>After one of her more humiliating evenings however, all she wanted was her bed.<br/><br/>She made her way up the stairs of her house, and moved into the bedroom where the door was closed, the lights turned down low.  Her clothes were stripped away, put off into a pile in the distant corner of the room where in the morning she would pick it up and toss it into the hamper.<br/><br/>For a long time she sat upon the bed in her underwear, looking out at the window.  Her mind replayed the events in her mind, how mortified she felt in that moment.  It was one thing to be caught, which she admitted was something intriguing, but to be caught in a place where she didn't belong, by a man she was not particularly keen on, someone who was almost a stranger, couldn't sit right with her.<br/><br/>Maybe she was overthinking it, she thought.  Maybe it was just the emotions of the day, of firing a little salvo at Greg, of having to be in his presence, always made her feel a bit on edge.  It wasn't easy seeing the man who had chosen someone else over her, who had broken vows and shattered a marriage to go screw some tramp.<br/><br/>She was tempted to go down the stairs, to go grab a bottle and cuddle into bed with it.  Instead, resisting the temptation, Alex just curled herself up under the thick duvet and went to sleep.