Who: Michael Guerin and Isobel What: Brother and sister reunion When: Backdated a bit Where: Michael's apt Warnings: Michael's mouth? Status: Closed/Incomplete
This place was just all kinds of fucked. They gave Michael just enough money to blow through in a week, and the apartment was barely a step up from his trailer back in Roswell. Actually, he would have preferred his trailer. It had all his stuff in it. This was just white bread bland.
Isobel was at least here, and on her way over. Michael paced his living room in open impatience. If Iz knew what was good for her, she'd bring a six pack. Not that Michael wouldn't forgive her. Just whatever conversation they were going to have was going to happen somewhere he could drink.
He was already halfway to the door by the time she knocked. It was only a few moments before he pulled the door open. "About time you crawled off Valenti to get here."