Who: Zee and Derek What: coffee and food Where: her place Why: bc she needs it Rating: R for language Status: in progress, closed
Zee was... Zee. She could drink like Constantine and survive. But last night, well, she'd snapped. Now she was sitting in her living room, which was huge now abs looked Moroccan, staring at a neatly folded pile of clothing. Corset, boy shorts, fishnets.
Her boots were neatly organized by type and color by the door. It was surreal and she didn't know what to do with it. And she looked like she was fighting the worst hangover. She could magic ot away but like he once said, magic sometimes backfires. So she didn't.
She flopped back onto a pillow and stared at the ceiling. "Just come in" she called as she heard Derek come to the door.