Olivia and Lita, 7:45PM
It was the end of the holiday and the Librarians, as Olivia sometimes liked to refer to her fellow shelter denizens, were all tidying up. The kitchen staff was taking the lead on it, of course, but nearly everyone who lived there had seemed to pitch in even just a little bit to save the rest of the edible food and clean up the foyer and auditorium.
All in all, it'd been a pretty good night. Feeling so great about it did seem kind of bittersweet, what with the grouchy moods of a lot of the Dog Park residents -- not that she could blame them -- but what was she supposed to do? She could commiserate, even empathize, and she did feel for them all, but Olivia needed to make sure that she was okay first before she worried about how things would turn out for the Dog Park and for the Library as a whole. That was why people like Savannah dealt with that stuff.
She was interrupted from her brief reverie from the sound of footsteps approaching her: Lita. "Oh, hey," she said, pushing herself up and resting her hands on the back of the seat row next to her to brace herself. "You're sleeping over, right?" It would be nice to have Lita around for the night, she thought, even if she still felt an enormous amount of awkwardness in her presence after all that had happened the night she'd stayed with the woman last month.