She had only laughed as he picked up on her name. "Why? Am I in your ears and in your eyes? At least you can say it three times fast." She grinned, not even bothering to try Reese Russell out at the moment. She knew it would end in some slurred mess.
She would pull out a beer before going to the cabinet for a glass and filling it with water. Without much further ado Penny would swing open a door off the living room, which was apparently a bedroom, though there was no bed. A futon was upright with a blanket and pillow heaped in one corner and an entire wall of bookshelves filled with records, books, journals, and photo albums. Above the futon was a wall of photographs tacked up. Random pictures from the road and older ones, a cabin in a clearing in the woods somewhere with a family of four in front in different poses in different seasons.
Penny wasn't much of one for attachments to material objects, and so she didn't care enough to get the things that seemed to make someplace a home for anyone else. Besides, treating someplace like home meant admitting that it was home. Something Penny hadn't been willing to do in the years since she had left Vermont.
"The bathroom's in here, by the way!" She yelled from the other room. "And any preference for music in terms of genre?" She was standing, staring at the bookshelf, trying to figure out just what it was she wanted.