Who: Hal and Wally Where: Hal's Place When: Late evening
Hal stumbled through the house, cursing as he flicked on the light. He'd gone to bed early because he was going to attempt to reopen the store today. It'd been closed nearly a week and with Lux having moved away, that meant there was no one to man it at all. He couldn't take anymore time off and he needed to hire a new clerk or two.
Fiona was out like a light from her painkillers. She still had a broken leg and tender ribs and her arm was still mending. Still, considering less than a week ago she'd had a burning building collapse on her, she was doing fantastic.
He'd gotten up to spend a penny, and was headed back to bed. He wasn't as cold tonight as he'd been the last few days, he'd even shut off the heat. But he wanted to get back in his lovely warm bed with his lovely warm girlfriend when somebody was knocking on his bloody door.
Hal swore he was going to stop answering the bloody door after this last week. Brought nothing but trouble.