Who: Heather and Tony Where: Room 220 What: Drinking with Tony When: after this. Rating: TBD Open: No Status: Ongoing
So pajamas seemed a little under-dressed. But it wasn't as if she was going anywhere fancy. Just over to Tony's room. She vaguely recalled Daryl's warning, but... Tony seemed alright. Besides the worst had been done, hadn't it? What else could be?
So after a moment of thought, Heather knocked lightly on Tony's door. Her arms crossing over her chest, self conscious to the fact that she hand't anything underneath the soft pale purple tank top. Knowing after a drink or two she wouldn't care so much. But at the moment she cared a little.
She scuffled the toe of her purple fluffy bunny slippers against the floor, head down she wached the google eyes boggle around. Waiting for him to answer, or holler. It was strange she didn't get butterflies like this waiting for Cas to answer.