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mariawarrington (mariawarrington) wrote in 20somethings,

She shrugged one shoulder, "Works for me, we just can't let the nurses see. I'm not supposed to leave the hospital till they and my father agree." She knew Campbell meant well, but damn did he make it hard to remember that sometimes.

Kieran looked better this time, taller when he was slouching in his office or in an alley smoking, hiding from the chill wind. He looked like he'd slept a little better lately - the bags under his eyes weren't as dark. They must've given him some strong Wolfsbane last week for the Moon, for him to sleep better. Good for him.

They were still working on her dosages, and she was still craving drugs, and sex, and shopping (she hated shopping!) and maybe jumping off something very tall with nothing to slow her down. The 'Juice' this moon hadn't helped take the edge off.

So she followed this near-stranger to a tea room she'd never been in and through the floo network together to a flat she didn't recognize. Must be his. Kind of reminded her of him, a little rough around the edges, but potential.

She turned and dusted the ash off her shoulders and set her backpack down, before grabbing him suddenly by the front of his shirt and laying a fierce kiss on his lips. Stepping back, slightly dizzy from barely itching the scratch of her mania, she smirked, "Thanks for springing me, you didn't have to do that."