If she were honest, Carrie would admit that she really didn't care that a pop icon had died. She was a music fan, sure, and she felt the familiar vague sadness that came with any celebrity passing when she'd found out the news, but she wasn't exactly beside herself. The real reason she'd decided to come over was that she wanted to see one of her best friends and that there'd be free booze.
"Oh whoa," Carrie said when she was pulled into a hug. She was stiff in Kimber's arms before relaxing a little and awkwardly patting her on the back. When released, she smirked and entered the apartment, catching sight of the pillows and blankets and Kimber's outfit. "Hi."