<div class="floatright">(https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1G10lPtszSo/U-iaeTXOudI/AAAAAAAAAjU/VIDCAig_Muk/w259-h194-no/index.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: James Greene<br/><strong>Location/Time</strong>: Gracie's Apartment, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire</strong>: Running shoes, shorts, jersey, padding, duffelbag with the rest of his belongings (assortment of batteries and maglite).<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Gracie, Toffee<br/><br/>James had spend his time with Toffee, giving the animal a bit of attention, good scratchings behind the ear, as he made himself as comfortable as he could on the sofa. She was a lucky one. His first place had been trouble from the start, outside in the nice suburban neighborhoods. His own crappy apartment in the city wasn't much better. And here she was, having running water.<br/><br/>He smiled and closed his eyes for just a moment as he imagined the girl underneath the shower, licking his lips just slightly. He glanced at where she dumped her weapons and for just a moment a dark thought crossed his mind, which made Toffee let out a questioning yowl sound, and James laugh.<br/><br/>"Well, looks like you don't have the urge anymore, mutt." he said to the animal and smiled, "And don't worry, I've got no reason to hurt your mistress. Well, unless she likes that." He winked at the beast and then perked up as he heard the shower be turned off. Maybe she'd forget she had a guest.<br/><br/>She had not. Although slacks were not that hard to remove and he eyed her with an appreciative glance, glad that his shorts were baggy enough to hide the stir down there. Or at least he hoped they were. "Oh, you must be a saint." he said to her, "And it's warm too ?" At that moment he moved to her a broad smile on his lips and he was about to hug her, moving his arms open to her, before he caught himself.<br/><br/>"I have a single hamburger left." he said to her, "And at least a week supply of MREs." Even as he said it, his expression turned disgusted. But survivors couldn't be too picky. "These were made like a decade ago. Still good, but by far not as good tasting as the new ones." he said to her, definitely an understatement, "Help yourself to it. I'm hitting the showers."<br/><br/>The whole idea of a shower was very enticing to him, and it wasn't like he kept anything he was particularly protective of in his belongings for her to start snooping around. He also did not need her clean clothes. He actually had a wide assortment of clothes. Most of them sporting wear. Stuff he picked for practicality as well as comfort. Pockets on everything.<br/><br/>James almost rushed to the shower though, and disappeared inside, to start the warm water, letting out a very blissful sigh. If she wanted to shoot him naked and unarmed, then this was her shot. And he probably wouldn't even care. The shower was just delicious.