Morningstar Manor

An small, beautiful,etheral woman in white stepped onto the Manor grounds, apprehension and fear rolling off of her in waves. It was cold here. Cold and loud and it smelled horrible. Why would Niles ever come to a place like this? It was disgusting. The man had told her that she could find Niles here, and she desperately  wanted Niles. She couldn't get to him in the other place she'd been and there she'd been resigned to wait. He would come to her when it was time, but she'd been waiting on him forever it seemed like. She wanted to go home.
But now he was here and he could take her home. All she had to do was find him.

There were people everywhere, but no one seemed to be looking at her. "Niles? Have you seen Niles Devereux?"

Tristan usually had Mondays off. He'd talked with Niles about working with him during the start of the month and thought there was no time like a slow night to learn a couple loopholes. Plus he'd heard talks going around the girls that Niles had been in quite a few nights. It might be good to check in and see how he was doing.

After a brief walk around, Tristan spotted Niles at a table with a spectacular view of his most recently hired redhead. He walked up to the table, pulled up an empty chair and sat down. "She talks about you back stage, you know."

Isabella had left work early. She'd told Daphne to postpone her afternoon appointments tomorrow due to her lunch date with Mr. Vision, and had gotten the look.
The look that says, "I've known you your whole life and you're getting ready to get a lecture because I don't like what you're doing, young lady." She wasn't in the mood.
So, she'd come home early claiming a headache after her last afternoon appointment had canceled, and settled in on a bench with a cup of coffee, still wearing the white shirt, black skirt, and red heels that she'd worn to work.

Laura grabbed her apartment keys and left her apartment wearing grey skinny jeans and a white top with strappy high heels. She went up the stairs to the next floor and found the door 7121. As far as she knew, it should have been Smith's door. If it wasn't, she could have an interesting discussion with a stranger, so it didn't really matter. She knocked on the door sharply with the knuckles and waited.

After having a pint in the pub like it was his habit, Robert stepped out and got a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. Damn things. He was down to about seven a day but he wanted to get properly rid of them again. Nevertheless he put one between his thin lips and lit it, standing by the doors of the Slaughtered Lamb and looking up at the sky admiring the colours of the sunset.