Who: Farrah and Fitz What: Party aftermath When: Late sunday night/Monday Morning Where: Fitz's lake house
Fitz and Farrah had tumbled out of the opulent doors of the Sypher and into a cab, forgoing his rather nice little car in favor of getting themselves home without his driving them into a tree. Walking was difficult, especially in the thigh-high stiletto boots Farrah had donned to go along with the rest of her black leather Catwoman outfit, but having Fitz to lean against made it far easier. They'd gone back to his place, somehow winding up on the back porch instead of upstairs in his bed, which she'd really been hoping for. The damn man, it seemed, either couldn't take a hint, or was politely ignoring them.
Or, she thought as she stretched out on his hammock and gestured for him to climb in with her, he was just drunk.