"Of course, love." He can't remember her name, and at the moment it feels like something he really should know. Why that would be, he's not sure. He doesn't know the names of half the people here, and by morning it won't matter. But she's so young! Maybe he should be more careful about who he coaxes into these things. It wouldn't be very nice to traumatize some poor teenager.
He gets up and pulls a sheet off the bed, eyeing it critically for cleanliness, then wraps up in it, stumbling over to open the door for her. "Let me call you a cab, then? Don't want you driving home if you've been drinking the champagne."
He's clumsy and shaky with adrenaline, and there are a few marks along his neck that suggest someone's been biting, but for as involved as he was in the activity a moment ago, he doesn't seem mad to have been interrupted. The door opens for him, leading into a long, tidy hallway hung with bright watercolors in simple frames. At the end of it, there's a flicker of multicolored track lighting that makes the room beyond look like a discotheque, but there does seem to be a phone on a table by a disheveled sofa.
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He gets up and pulls a sheet off the bed, eyeing it critically for cleanliness, then wraps up in it, stumbling over to open the door for her. "Let me call you a cab, then? Don't want you driving home if you've been drinking the champagne."
He's clumsy and shaky with adrenaline, and there are a few marks along his neck that suggest someone's been biting, but for as involved as he was in the activity a moment ago, he doesn't seem mad to have been interrupted. The door opens for him, leading into a long, tidy hallway hung with bright watercolors in simple frames. At the end of it, there's a flicker of multicolored track lighting that makes the room beyond look like a discotheque, but there does seem to be a phone on a table by a disheveled sofa.