RP: Not a Fan Characters: LilyLu Time/Date: Midnightish, October 16 Location: Kitchen Warnings/Rating: None Summary: The quakes might be done, but she can't sleep Status: Closed
She'd tried to sleep, honestly. She and John had shagged after the quake because ... well, because it was fun, she wanted to, and because it was comforting after the quake. Usually she could crash right after, but while he was snoring away, she was staring into the darkness and trying not to toss around in the bed so she wouldn't wake him.
Eventually, she gave up on the idea of sleep. There'd been something about that crack during the quake that hadn't set well with her. It had sounded like something kind of vital breaking. Sure, the hotel hadn't sagged or fallen down or anything, but that didn't mean a couple of good hard stomps in the right place wouldn't knock the place over.
Leaning over, she pressed a kiss to John's lips before she eased out of bed slowly. She dressed in her nighty and pulled a dressing gown over it before she slipped out of the room entirely. The place, she thought, was starting to feel more and more deserted, and Lily wondered if they were shuffling more people over. If they were, she might catch them.
Or be caught.
She shuddered slightly at that thought, but continued down the stairs to the first floor anyway. She figured the odds were good that someone else was awake at this hour, and she was kind of curious if she'd bump into anyone. Drifting through the dining area and into the kitchen, she fished around in the fridge for a bottle of water. Uncapping it, she stood beside the table and took a drink of it. Recapping it, Lily looked around the dimly lit kitchen, and simply tried to listen to the hotel.