WHO: Laynie & Dante WHAT: Returning the musical booty call WHERE: The Morelli Compound WHEN: Late Night Wednesday/Early Morning Thursday depending how ya look at it. STATUS: incomplete RATING: PG?
Laynie hadn't bothered responding to Dante's last text, if only because she was fairly certain that he simply wanted to force her into making multiple stops in her pajamas. Going out in pajamas wasn't necessarily entirely unacceptable to Laynie, but it wasn't preferred. Despite the fact, she couldn't bring herself to show up without the antlers he had requested. There was the off chance that he really did have some super secret plan that involved dressing up as Rudolph. Even if he didn't, Dante seemed to have caught Laynie's funk the previous week, and if the thought of her wandering 7/11 in her pajamas looking for reindeer antlers would cheer him up a bit, she could give him that much.
Successful in mission: reindeer costume (but only after begging the guy behind the counter to check to see if he had any in the back), Laynie arrived at the Morelli compound with the items in hand. She had opted for a Santa hat for herself, but it was mostly because it was so damn cold out. It was only early December and the temperature was already flirting with dipping below zero at night. The winter was going to be long if these early weeks were to be any indication.
It was friggin' freezing, though it probably felt worse as Laynie was only wearing flannel pajama pants and a camisole beneath the beat up leather bomber jacket she always wore. It was late, and Laynie really didn't want to have a run-in with Mr. or Mrs. Morelli in her pajamas. It was also cold and she had waived off the cab before considering any of this. So she was stuck, bouncing from foot to foot to keep warm as she dialed Dante's cell phone, hoping he hadn't fallen asleep while she was en route. "Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up." The whispered chant were punctuated with the fog of her breath.