Armani was a twenty-nine year old woman, was she scared of sneaking into a dorm? Nope. Well, maybe.
Nevertheless she wanted to see Whitt, talk to him about the nonsense that was going on, try and make sense of it all. She also had to tell him Aiden was expecting, tell him that she was now only at the motel part time. Come to think about it, they had a lot to talk about. Whitt blew into her life every so often and then disappeared just as quickly, but now they would be seeing a lot more of each other. She smirked at the thought; they would have to set up a new chess game somewhere.
Armani was hanging around outside the entrance to Ares's Domain, leaning against the door, cigarette hanging from her mouth. If he was out wandering he would be back soon, if he was inside, well he would have to come out eventually. She inhaled deeply and then stamped out the cigarette with her boot, looking out across the place that they were going to be calling home for a while. In her hand, a small bottle of wine she had taken from her own Dorm to celebrate their enrolment.
No doubt Whitt would have settled right in, Armani herself - well she was not that athletic and had spent all day getting her a** handed to her whilst sparring. She could already feel the bruises forming.
