sam_mm (sam_mm) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-04-12 22:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | icene |
Late night, Apt 351, Icene, (OT Adam, otherwise closed)
Icene had spent the day relaxing, well relaxing for her. A couple of hours at the range this morning, then some nice therapeutic gun cleaning, an afternoon nap, and then, after a lazy dinner (ordered in and delivered) she'd retired for a long soak in the bath. Right now she was feeling incredibly pampered, having applied her favourite body lotion to damp skin then towelled dry her hair before pulling on a fitted nightshirt in silver grey satin with pure white lace trim.
Yawning she headed for the kitchen, intending to have a glass of wine, orange juice, or maybe just some water out of the fridge. She didn't bother with the lights, this was her apartment and she didn't like clutter much to start with. She was on her way back to her bedroom when she thought she heard something. Freezing she listened intently, but didn't hear anything else (which after last night, when she'd been tempted to shoot that blasted cat, was a blessing), so with a shrug she went back to her room, turning off the lights in there as she headed to bed with her glass of water. She did make sure to tuck her gun under her pillow though, just in case.