[oom: Sharing A Room]
The bar gave her a key with a brass numbered tag. A napkin informed her a change of clothes and fresh towels would be waiting for them.
It was only a few flights up from the bar, and he insisted on holding every door between the two. It felt strange to be so close to a man, after so many years. Even through the strange chemical smells and the scent of blood, she could catch hints of his scent.
She still keeps a wary eye on the hall ways, and only seems to relax once they are inside the room with the chain thrown. (It allows her to whisper the incantation for a simple ward without making it too obvious.)
She turns back to him, draping her coat over the chair and giving him a soft smile.
"Would you like the first shower, or shall I go?"
It was only a few flights up from the bar, and he insisted on holding every door between the two. It felt strange to be so close to a man, after so many years. Even through the strange chemical smells and the scent of blood, she could catch hints of his scent.
She still keeps a wary eye on the hall ways, and only seems to relax once they are inside the room with the chain thrown. (It allows her to whisper the incantation for a simple ward without making it too obvious.)
She turns back to him, draping her coat over the chair and giving him a soft smile.
"Would you like the first shower, or shall I go?"