And then the night was over before he knew it, though it'd certainly been an agreeable outing. Idris phoned a cab that was fortunately nearby and then he and Vanessa left Muldoon's. They made small talk on the way there, laughing about the ludicrous bar fight that had nearly happened and making vague plans to one another that neither should be a stranger and possibly they should go out again some time, wouldn't that be entertaining? Before long they were back at Pax Letale and within the elevator, both heading to their respective apartments.
They said their goodbyes as the elevator dinged an announcement that they'd reached the second floor. Vanessa went to hit the sack, or whatever it was that she did at this late hour. Idris watched her leave, the ghost of a smile playing across his features for what must have been the 100th time that night, and then the doors shut behind his new neighbor and he was soon on the third floor. Heading inside his apartment, Idris glanced at his watch and decided he might as well get some shuteye.
He took it as a good sign that he seemed to be getting along fairly well with the few inhabitants of the building he'd met, particularly the hairdresser with a talent for bartending on the side. Before he drifted off to sleep, his thoughts went again to how natural it had felt to banter with Vanessa in such an unashamedly flirtatious manner. There was a nagging, almost nostalgic feel to the entire night Idris couldn't shake. Deciding it was something to think on later and not now, he pushed the thoughts away and went to sleep, hoping for good dreams.