Who: Paul and Sheila What: Advice and fun times Where: 1005 and we'll see When: Umm. The day after this. Warnings: Not likely.
She'd managed to leave work early, driving home with enough time to change before heading up. She didn't have much hopes for Mr. Oceaneer on the 10th floor, but she was trying to pay more attention to her neighbors. They were important in a way. If she looked out for them, they might look out for her. If she needed it - which was fairly doubtful.
She pulled on a loose pair of black capris, along with a tank before grabbing a bottle of grape juice from the fridge. It would be a more funny accompaniment then wine at any rate. She took the elevator. A tongue was stuck out at Pseudo's door before she rapped on 1005.