Who: Neely and Brandon
When: Monday, Nov. 2nd (evening)
Where: Brandon's apartment
Brandon sat in the recliner in his apartment, silently tuning his guitar. He'd spent the evening out with Catherine, on the hunt. He loved going her her patrols with her, as somehow, killing things together had become something of a hobby for them. But now? He was relaxing, just going through a song he'd just sort of heard in his head earlier in the day.
Neely rounded the corner to her brother’s apartment, she’d had a quick shower at Ben’s and was smelling all different kinds of roses, and shrugged her bag on her shoulder. Damn, if that wasn’t annoying. Hoping she had the right apartment number, she knocked. "Brrraaandon, wooo-hoooo, it’s the ghost of Christmas paaaaast," ... she really had to stop doing that.
( There's no other love like the love from a brother )