Who: Sigrun and Dominic
When: Nighttime
Where: Sigrun's penthouse
Sigrun and Dominic possibly had really shitty timing. They’d spent the day before the snow had started freerunning, and once they’d both been sufficiently tired out they stopped for food. Dom had been driving Sigrun home when it started to get really bad, and they’d barely made it to Sigrun’s apartment. From that point on Dom had no choice but to head in with her to wait out the storm. That had been at least three hours and nearly an entire bottle of wine ago.
The pair sat on Sigrun’s couch watching a film on TV, all the while the emergency maelstorm warning flashing and scrolling at the bottom of the screen. Siggy had an entertainment set-up most people could hardly dream of, but that stupid little brightly colored warning at the bottom was making it difficult to really get properly immersed in a good and bloody historical war epic -- even after a couple glasses of good wine. “I think we get the point,” he sighed, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and utterly mindless to the fact that Sigrun might take exception. As if on cue the power died.