[center]Sirenia & Lucas.[/center] [b]"Sounds like a date then."[/b] A warm smile appeared on her rose tinted lips before she gave her attention to the speech-giver. The man reading the dull dialect seemed to be boring even himself but thankfully a ruckus near the pool pulled everyone's eyes toward that direction. Lucas' words to make a get-a-way sounded too tempting to refuse, and just what she was thinking. [b]“Love to.”[/b] She smirked and took his hand within her own leading them to the private exit where paparazzi were not allowed to dwell. --- Morning rays of light illuminated through the modern glass mansion warming the blocky cold structure. Some of the first floor’s top to bottom glass walls were open allowing fresh air to flow through. Another day survived in sunny Hollywood no less—everyone deserved a pat on the back for lasting here. Among the spacious open plan living room a dainty fresh faced woman sat on a plush sectional sofa pretzel legged. Her fingers searched for the marshmallow pieces from a box of Lucky Charms to eat. Nearsighted hazel hues were watching the news behind slim black frame glasses but in the corner of the 70 inch tv a PIP played FUNimation. Sirenia had already showered and wore her damp two toned hair pulled up into a messy bun atop her head. Even though little make up adorned her face, perfectly drawn in eyebrows per usual could be seen. She remained in an over-sized sleep shirt with bare legs covered by a faux fur blanket, completely relaxed and carefree. No one would have guessed she spent the entire previous night drinking, body surfing at a concert, and enjoying Lucas's company since she appeared bright eyed and perfectly aware. Numerous text messages lit up her phone from last nights after events this morning. Her friends had welcomed the athlete with open arms and many beers to his heart’s content. They seemed to approve of Lucas like she figured they would. The atmospheres at those types of gatherings were rowdy yet extremely friendly like a bizarre long lost family. Though Sirenia’s ex Michael McNeiland unexpectedly showed up at the last minute, the mismatched duo politely excused themselves before he could awkwardly greet them. A flood of messages were also received after updating her website but she made sure to leave out the random night with the hockey star. Not the type of woman to kiss and tell but most of all she respected other people’s privacy as well. Her fans would have been blind sighted most likely, and not known how to take the information of the two spending time together. --- Lucas's opened his green eyes to a mismatched taste, the dryness of a mouth that had hit the bottle hard the night before and the sweetness of a lipstick. He pulled himself up from the bed, a nice décor surrounded him. Certainly wasn't his house. Heated floors, a nice tough. He walked across the room to what he assumed was the master bathroom and cleaned up his face. After a couple or swigs of tap water to rehydrate himself, Luke pulled on his clothes, which were scattered across the room. Folding his once clean jacket up into his arms, he left the bedroom and descended the stairs. Sure as the sky was blue, there in the large living room, Sirenia sat watching tv. Lucas cracked his stiff neck and walked up to the couch where she lay. [b]"Morning"[/b] He smiled softly before taking a seat at the bottom of the plush suite. [b]"So before we enter any awkward morning after talks, I want to say thank you. You taking me in for the night probably stopped me from having my face all over the news today or from waking up in a holding cell. So thanks for that. I had a really great night. So, awkward morning after talks, you first, go!"[/b] --- She watched Lucas casually stroll toward the sofa and sit down upon it while she crunched on a rainbow shaped marshmallow. [b]“Good morrow”[/b] She impishly replied as her French manicured fingers popped another marshmallow into her mouth. She could not help but smirk at his humorous words and was a bit taken aback by the rest of his dialogue. His speech about appreciating how she had let him crash at her place for the night was amusing…perhaps he was a true gentleman after all. Receiving thanks for saving someone from them self was a first for her but hopefully not the last. Sirenia simply nodded in acknowledgement because it was really no big deal, and she had enjoyed the eventful night. As far as awkward morning after talks, well, she felt pretty un-awkward in this moment. On top of bliss she felt a bit surprised that he had not come up with an excuse to immediately take off—he deserved a treat. [b]“This should tide you over while I mix up some dark chocolate waffles.”[/b] She handed him the box of cereal, and then hopped up to head into the modern stainless steel kitchen…she never made food for herself let alone a guest. This would be interesting.