who| Drusilla and [OPEN] what| TV Time. where| A random upper-scale apartment in LA. when| Evening. It would be a very short post otherwise. rating| PG-13, to be on the safe side. status| Thread, incomplete, and OPEN.
It wasn't the tiny, fuzzy set in the now-abandoned basement building she had decided one day to call home, and it definately wasn't the grainy old television that had stood in the corner of the warehouse in Sunnydale. It was thinner than her waist and bright as sunshine, forcing her every so often during commercials to turn her head and rub her eyes. They were used to the darker places, and loved them, which made the well-lit apartment a rather noticeable change of atmosphere.
Drusilla liked trying new things. Popcorn had been one discovery she'd approved of, even though every so often she had to pick a cripsy kernal cover out from between her teeth. She had a fresh bowl, her third and first completely unburned batch. The microwave had taken some getting used to, but experimenting with times had helped while away what it took to find which channel Passions was on. Moving the bowl off her stomach, Dru squrimed on the long wooden coffee table she was occupying. The sofa was comfortable enough, but a vision had come while she was snacking on the apartment owner's wife, and she'd been careless and let her bleed on the upholstry too long. She didn't want her dress bloodied by sitting on it, and the table's finish felt cold and smooth against her bare shoulders.
The commercials trailed off, prompting her to turn her head and start on the popcorn again. Every few pieces she stopped to wash it down, lifting either the man from the floor (She'd stuffed something in his mouth to keep him from moaning through the dialouge), or the bottle of wine beside him. She would have prefered a boxed wine to accompany her exploded corn, but there wasn't any to be found in the apartment. She'd whined upon the discovery.
Somewhere in the apartment, there was a muffled clatter and clink, and Dru's eyes took their break and wandered from the screen. Company was coming, she knew, but whether or not she shared her popcorn depended entirely on who it was. A little effort went into smoothing out her dress, but her eyes were already back on the telly and Noah's handsome, decidedly ungrainy face when they entered.