Who: Sookie and Presto What: A night in, and then if we get to it, a night out When/Where: Tonight, Presto's apartment, possibly bleeding into tomorrow night, and a play Warnings: Let's go with a definite maybe.
Sookie had been tempted to make her way over to Presto's house right after he'd talked to her. She managed to at least make it to work, and then home to get cleaned up from the dust and smoke, before she hopped the portkey back to London, a large purse (possibly holding another dress) in hand as she hopped up the step's to Presto's door. She paused for a second there, thinking maybe she should have called first. But he had said any time. And she was already there.
Shrugging, she reached up to knock, giving one of her better hopeful smiles.