closed starter for @casoncohen location: evie’s townhouse, the palacio
Saturday mornings were for sleeping in, whether it be alone or with whatever company she chose to keep the night before - this particular day, it was the latter. As much as Evie was adamant about this having no strings attached, she also didn’t mind letting Cason stay the night as long as he didn’t think it meant they’d be making brunch the next morning together. It wasn’t until she heard barking that she immediately sat up in bed, knowing exactly what Honey’s yapping meant: she wanted food. “Sorry, I forgot to mention this little one,” she apologized to Cason as the Pomeranian came darting into the room, excitedly waiting at the foot of her owner’s bed. Evie reached for the jersey that was closest to her, a Tampa Bay Lightning one, and slipped it on over her head, patting the hard wood floors under the bed in an effort to find the black shorts she had been wearing before she and Cason engaged in their late night activities. “You’re not allergic or anything, are you?” she asked cautiously, hoping that the answer was no.