<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Gracie's apartment, evening<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/><br/>Stifling a yawn, Gracie watched sleepily as the credits rolled across the screen after the movie had concluded. She'd seen the thing at least five times over by now, but it did the trick of improving her mood. Feeling considerably better than she had before, the girl nudged Toffee awake gently, the dog having fallen asleep with his head resting in her lap. "C'mon boy," she cooed. "Bed time for us." Gracie scratched under his neck a couple of times, before hopping off the couch, walking to wherever James had decided to plant himself while she had been watching the movie.<br/><br/>"I'm going to bed," Gracie announced, once she was close enough to the man. "You can have the couch. I've set out an extra blanket and pillow for you already," the girl shrugged her shoulders. "Just knock on my door if you need anything else, I guess," Gracie told James, before turning to walk back to her room. She would then move all her gear from the living are to her room. She might have let James into her home, but that didn't mean she trusted him enough to leave him alone with her weapons and valuables. The blonde intended to sleep behind a locked door, and just in case, with the revolver under her pillow.