-Morgan and Ingrid... maybe drown her,... maybe wash her hair-<br/><br/>Morgan pulled the sprayer from the sink and began to soak Ingrid's hair. He worked slowly, careful not to jar the woman's head as he slowly soaked the raven tresses. he was working, focused, and his hands displayed a steady and sureness that was not like his drunk happy go fuckem nature. He didn't oogle over the skin art, didn't sneak a peak at Ingrid's chest, ok maybe a small peak at the cleavage but he totally didn't perv her out.<br/><br/>"Only every time I drink. Ingrid, if you put your ass in a hot shower right now you have a better chance of taking a header than you do standing. Once you get your legs under you I will walk you down to your studio and you can do what ever you want, but Aline will kill me if I just let you go wandering off."<br/><br/>Aline was a fortunate scapegoat for Morgan's acts. Fact is he had woken up in one too many gutters and didn't like other people hounding hi turf. Ok, that sounded good, but he just didn't want Ingrid to get hurt, not while he was around.<br/><br/>he slowly worked the water through her hair, a soft touch on the strand and steady on the scalp. He massaged the water through and kept the temperature from getting to hot, watching her face occasionally to make sure she didn't turn green or decide the sensations were to much.  However, he did not rush. Instead taking care to work her hair as well as any salon.<br/><br/>"I have dyed more than one person's hair for a shoot," he said by way of explanation.<br/>