( plotted starter for @firecpals !! )
Allison wasn’t used to the quiet of being alone yet. No little footsteps running quickly across the floor above her. No bedtime stories or pleas for pancakes in the morning. She preferred it outside - the sound of the nighttime traffic down below her and the burn of the last gulp of amber whiskey from her glass. But she had to face the emptiness sooner or later. She spared one last glance at the moon before heading back inside, the balcony door sliding closed behind her, and she was met with silence once again.
The thump upstairs was amplified in the otherwise quiet house - dark hues quickly flickered in the direction. An overzealous fan, perhaps? It wouldn’t be the first time they’d found out where she lived and thought they’d ‘stop by for an autograph.’ But this late? “ Whoever’s up there - I heard that. ” She called out in warning toward the staircase. “ I really don’t want to call the cops out here at this time of night and you probably don’t want that either, huh? ”
