quicklog: babs/gwen
[Babs took about 15 minutes to drive from the manor to downtown Repose. She was wearing a green, beat up jacket that was a little too big for her and a band t-shirt that had an ice cream cone on it. Her red hair was pulled back in that tight pony tail and the only makeup she had on was some lipgloss. Over her shoulder was a messenger bag with breaking and entering supplies and a small laptop in case there was some files they needed to crack into.
She also had her small spring baton. You know, just in case. Babs rang the doorbell for the apartments above the flower shop and waited to be let in. Once she saw Gwen she gave a smile and said:] I was really hoping the first time I visited was for a fun sleep over or something.