<em>Ingrid, losing again.  Waffle house with the others.</em><br/><br/>Morgan was leaving?  She'd gotten lost in thought as Aline had started making her calls and was waiting to see what Morgan was going to do.  She watched him leave and then stood, gathering her ticket and getting a cup of coffee to go at the register.  Smiling, she looked down to see what horror Morgan had done to her flesh and tilted her head.<br/><br/>When she saw what was written on Aline's arm, she paused and returned to the table, wondering if there was something more to the two than she'd thought.  She wasn't a monogamous person but she wasn't one to interfere either and if Aline had something going with Morgan, that made him off limits despite how badly Ingrid needed to shove him against a wall.<br/><br/>Feeling a bit flustered, saddened, and somewhat let down, she returned to the table, her heart in her throat and tears pricking behind her eyes.  Blinking a few times and then faking  yawn that she stifled with her hand, she fought the tears back, refusing to cry over something so silly.  It was just too much of an emotional time and she supposed that she should sleep instead.<br/><br/>Sometimes she hated her morals but she wasn't going to hurt a dear friend with her actions.  It was getting time to check out of the hotel for most, meaning that the cleaning crew was starting.  She decided that it was time to get her ass back to her room and get some sleep before she did something stupid and regrettable.<br/><br/>"Catch you all later. Aline, you know my number." She kissed the woman's cheek before heading out the door, approximately five minutes after Morgan.<br/>