Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches
"Well, if it isn't my Scrabble partner and the Queen of words I'll never know the meaning of herself!" Emerson DeWitt would have been hard to recognize considering he was wearing a very fine, black suit had it not been for his very familiar voice. His normally unkept, dirty-blond hair was slicked back very neatly for once, and he looked every bit the distinguished socialite he tried so hard not to be.
The man sat down right in between Eterna and Allison, draping one arm lazily around both their shoulders with a wide grin on his face.