Something better than nothing Who: Danica and Graham Where: Her place When: Ridiculously late at night
The streets were remarkably empty the evening. Apparently people actually did what they were told to do and got the hell out when night time came around. Like that was ever going to stop Graham. He went out of his way to go against authority figures. Then again, he wasn't stupid enough to run around on the streets and randomly kill people. Oh no, he was going to lay low for a bit. He did his fair share of killing earlier in the week, thank you very much. But he was out on the streets for a different reason - Danica. He had agreed to see her that night, and seeing that his sleeping schedule was all sorts out of whack in comparison to a human, that meant it was a late night meet.
After pick up gas for his car - and apparently nailing some amazingly hot, kinky lady - he headed on off to Danica's home. The rain was still pouring and his clothes were still drenched from earlier. Graham just sighed and rubbed his eyes, pulling on up to her home and noticing the light was on outside. Such a thoughtful gesture, but he really didn't need that much light to see his way around. Killing the engine, he slipped on out and blinked his way to the front, stumbling slightly due to almost slipping on a wet spot. He cursed lowly to himself and then huddled under some shelter and knocked on the door. "Oh, please fucking open the door...." He hated being wet and he hoped Danica didn't mind if he could borrow her dryer and a bajillion towels to dry himself off with.