She navigated him to her house quite splendidly, thank you very much, and unlocked the door on the first try—something that she didn’t often manage to accomplish when she was sober, let alone as tipsy as she was now.
“Well. Here we are.”
She had cleaned before the date, just in case perhaps it went well enough that they would make it back to the house, regardless clean homes were important.
Bellatrix flipped on the living room light and made it to the couch, kicking her shoes off and collapsing into the soft cushions. “Ta-da. This is my house. This is my couch, and this is the television. Here’s the remote.” Grinning, she handed the plastic device to Rob, looking excited to continue their night together. Honestly, she didn’t really want it to end.
A chance at happiness. Who would have thought she would have gotten another one like this? “I’m sure the pigs are up in Millie’s room, she takes care of them most of the time and I told her to shut them up in there before she left, so, no worries about them. Oink.”
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