Stella rose from her slumber groggily, her eyes blinking open slowly as if her eyelids had been glued shut. “Wha–” She absolutely wasn’t in her own bed, that much she was sure of. But it wasn’t odd for her to find herself in a different bed every few nights, especially now that she’d been leveling up her partying in effort of spending her newly acquired money having the best time she possibly could.
Sitting in a chair across the room, he sipped his tea as he watched his ‘guest’ wake up from her slumber. “Mornin’,” his accent was always stronger when he first woke up and even though he had lent her the bed the night before, causing him to sleep on the floor, he was still freshly woken up. “I’m starting to think you might actually like me, doll, with the way you keep showin’ up around me.” Of course it was because of the drugs but he liked teasing her as of late. “A fella could get used to this.”
