InsaneJournal

Who: Skwisgaar the Elder and Lulu
What: Clothes reclamation... at first
Where: Mini-Mordhaus, London.
When: This morning
Warnings: Ohhhhyeah.

Skwisgaar was up early. Or up still. One could never really tell with the guitarist, who'd ushered Henrietta out the door only an hour previous. He had a rather fun night with the bartender-slash-law student, and had quite literally lost track of the time. Birds were chirping, the sun was up, and he had yet to even see his bedroom that night. He went up the stairs and saw a note tacked to his door in his own handwriting and read it - it was in Swedish, so it was a good giveaway that the Younger had written it.
And then he rolled his eyes. Lulu was expected to come over at any moment and he was still awake. He raked a hand through his hair, put in another set of contacts and wandered down to the main room, where the redhead and his husband had apparently crashed for the night.

He solemnly ushered them off to bed and had the place to himself. He had one of the roadies light up the fire and turn on the TV, and he started idly practicing while he waited for Lulu to come.


Once she did, she'd be brought in by a roadie and things would be easy.