Jan 5, 2015
beglitteredpirate
As promised, Damian Darcy hopped into his car wearing that hideous sweater his mother insisted he wear with a broad smile on his face. He did five above the limit all the way there, just ready to fill his rumbling stomach with his mother's holiday cooking, and share an evening with the only two people who mattered anymore. The car pulled into someone else's spot (only temporary, harmless, right?) in the high-end apartment building complex, and quickly whipped out his phone.
[damian!text] I'm here, parked in poor 1A17's spot. Are you ready, or should I find another place to park and come inside?