Not long after Molly arrived, Nevada Lyle and Bretton Bale walked through Gwen's door. The short young lady who could surprisingly kick your ass was beginning to look slightly pregnant, although the loose black dress and white cropped vest she wore hid that fact for the most part. Dark locks were pulled back in a loose ponytail, which bobbed back and forth as she curiously looked around the living room. Bretton, of course, was at her side, dressed in one of his many expensive suits. It still amazed her how different their taste in wardrobe was. Hers was mostly that trendy sportswear, jeans, and t-shirts whereas Bretton wore those suits of his. Not that Nevada minded at all: the man always looked oh-so-attractive in them.
(( My apologies, Becca, for using Bretton a bit. I hope you don't mind? ))