Who: Sevin & Tristan What: Smoking-up and whatever Where: Tristan's Place When: Saturday Night Rating: NC-17 [ Continued.]
Making the travel over to Tristan's wasn't all that difficult. It wasn't like Sevin was going anywhere else tonight, and maybe she could possibly bum a shower while she was there since one never knew when the next was coming to her always. The squatter she had been staying at was recently looked at by the Inspector and he shut everything off in order to get all the residing bum's out of the vacant building.
Grabbing her ever so faithful black messenger bag tight as well as the backpack of her things she would make her way over to Tristan's. The knocking on the door was liable to be heard by almost everyone in the building. She knew for a fact that these walls were made of paper, and it made her snicker really.
Pushing black hair away from her eyes as ruby red lips curled into a gracious smile as she stood there with her things at the moment. Knowing if she didn't end up crashing here tonight, she'd just end up going over to her brothers but that was always a drag. "Open up, punk!" She could be loud, and her voice sounded like it was dragged through a jazz club in the 20's.