<em>Danica, cleaning Crash's room, heading downstairs at the clubhouse.</em><br/><br/>Knowing that Crash wouldn't be part of the meeting, she had secretly hoped that he would come up to his room. She had a fondness for a man that she considered a friend and knew that soon he would be allowed to take her when and where he wanted. That made her sad a bit, it was fun having an equal of sorts for a while. She was going to miss that.<br/><br/>Crash must have been busy down stairs. Danica decided to just get on with the cleaning and gathered up the rest of his dirty laundry, sorted into two loads of dark and light.  Laundry. She hated doing it but it was part of it so long as he resided there at the clubhouse.<br/><br/>Her footsteps sounded on the stairs as she made her way down and toward the laundry room in the back. Seeing Nephi she nodded, though she couldn't wave, and hurried to start a load of Crash's clothing.<br/><br/>"Almost done cleaning," she uttered to Riley, still a bit bummed that Crash hadn't found his way upstairs. It made her feel rejected though she knew that it was a stupid way to feel.  "Gotta get stuff put back and stuff but…" She got herself a Coke. "Yeah, how was your birthday, Spencer?"<br/>