"Oh hell. Why not? Come on up." Bridget said after a moment of thought. She knew that she would probably live to regret inviting the vampire up to their apartment, but she figured it was the least she could do for the help he had given them that evening. Plus it seemed that Rachel wanted to invite him up, maybe she didn't want the evening to end. She hadn't missed the flirting between the two, the moony eyes, and Bridget was the last one to cock block a friend.<br/><br/>She fished her keys out of her purse and led the way to their apartment. It wasn't far, just down the sidewalk and then through a arched breezeway. Their apartment was on the ground level, and Bridget opened up the door. "Home sweet home." she stated. "Uh, I invite you in, Karl." she stated. She didn't know if they had to be specifically invited in, or if  that was just urban legend. "Rach, do you want to give him the tour while I change?" she asked as she placed her purse down on a table by the door.<br/><br/>The apartment was small, but well kempt. It showed its age, but it seemed to be maintained well. Being that its residents were female, it had a definite feminine vibe, but not overwhelmingly so. Their furniture was, a mix of hand me downs and cheap thrift store finds, but they'd worked hard to make it comfortable.<br/><br/>Bridget walked down the small hallway to her room and shut the door, so she could change out of her dress. She decided to go comfortable, and slipped into a pair of yoga pants and a snug fitting U of M tshirt. She pulled her long red hair into a ponytail, and then stepped back out of the room. She headed into the kitchen, where their alcohol lived. Not that they had a big selection, but what they had lived there. She dug through the fridge and found a beer. It was a nothing too fancy, just a local brew that had been left by a friend after a get together. "Okay I managed to find a beer for you Karl." she stated as she pulled it out and placed it on the counter. They had a nearly full bottle of vodka in the freezer, and juice in the fridge. She made herself a drink because this night definitely needed more alcohol.<br/><br/>"At least its quieter here than that stupid club." Bridget stated as she walked into the living room. She took a seat on the couch, in what she typically thought of as 'her' spot, the spot she normally claimed, though she wasn't a stickler about it or anything.<br/><br/>Conversation flowed between the three, especially as alcohol flowed for ladies. It definitely made conversation easier and more relaxed, and even Bridget seemed to be a bit more pleasant with more alcohol in her system.