Who: Savannah and Day Where: Day's office What: pouring one out for their homie When: backdated to August 11th, evening
I wouldn't be getting good at getting good at staying calm Or sitting high and mighty on my broken throne I wouldn't be cursing God for leaving me here all alone I wouldn't be stuck between a rock and being stung
Day stayed with them the first night because Savannah had asked but she couldn't justify asking her to do that again. Day didn't need to babysit her and Maizie and make sure they were okay when she should be focusing on dealing with her own issues and working through the grief in her own way.
Even though Savannah was trying to give everyone their space and not burden anyone with the crushing grief that could swallow her hole at any moment, she found her feet leading her down to Day's office that evening. Earlier she'd escaped Lita for a while, needing to be out of her best friend's watchful eye, and proceeded to torture herself by going through some of Gray's things. Truth be told, there wasn't much. Clothes and books mostly but there were also a few bottles of good liquor stashed away. One of them was labeled clearly for Maizie's 21st birthday (she'd nearly cried at that but bit her lip until the feeling passed) but the others were just bottles Gray was saving for a special occassion.
They were just sitting there and Savannah needed to not feel so she'd grabbed the whiskey and before she knew it her feet were carrying her down the steps and her hand raised to knock at the door to the woman she considered a sister's office.