Morningstar Manor

Sterrin walked into the apartment with a plate of brownies covered in clear plastic wrap. They were "magic" brownies, brought to her by a client that praised the quality of LSD he'd mixed into the batter. He was an eager to please little man even though Sterrin hadn't asked for the brownies. In fact, she hated most drugs, but she hadn't refused them.
She had a much better idea as far as how to put them to good use.
Her brother hated hard drugs and had never tried them. But LSD wasn't really a hard drug, was it? More of an enlightenment drug, which was how it'd been explained to her by her client, anyway. Nothing wrong with that, right?
Declan could use some enlightenment. He could use some fun, and she could use a good chuckle.
She sat the plate down and removed all brownies except two, she wanted her brother to have fun, not an overdose, and wrapped them back up in the plastic again.
Laughing softly and ripping a piece of stationary from the magnetic tablet she'd stuck to the refrigerator that had Glinda the Good Witch from the Wizard of Oz in the corner asking "Are you a good witch or a bad witch?" Sterrin wrote her brother a note:

Special homemade brownies just for you!
♥,
Sterrin

Smiling, she sat the folded note on top of the brownies and walked to her bedroom whistling the Nurse's tune from Kill Bill.

Sterrin's scheduled date had cancelled for the evening due to some medical issues with his wife, and Sterrin wasn't really complaining. Not having any immediate plans and already dressed for her date in a leopard print dress and a pair of strappy black heels , Sterrin went down to the Mocha to get a cup of coffee and maybe some more gossip as to how her brother had behaved and figure out something to do with her evening.
She was more than a little pissed that she'd missed him scoop up Joy like she was Lois Lane, but his pending embarassment would be more than enough to keep her amused for a little while.
She stepped in line and caught Joy's glare, laughing to herself as she blew a kiss back at the other woman.

Tristan had proposed the idea of a guy's night out and Niles had agreed. It was silly, that they never saw each other outside of work really. They lived in the same apartment for cripes sake. He'd had Stanley drop them off at Sanctuary, since Niles had driven last time. With a simple nod he'd managed to get them in easier than last time as well. Now they were winding through the dance floor.

"Booze or babes, Niles?" Tristan asked briefly, already leaning toward going to the bar himself.