[center][h1][color=82ca9d]"Emerald"[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=82ca9d]Morning - Club Carousel[/color][/h2][/center]

So the girl needed a place to stay. Emerald thought on her apartment, thought on the hollow shell that looked completely and utterly abandoned in its mess. She supposed it could use some company, if only for a little while. "The floor? Nonsense." She poured herself another glass of the alcoholic beverage, swirling its contents thoughtfully before taking a drink. "The floor is for rats and dust, you may sleep in the chair." She inhaled abruptly. "It extends, an old bat, but comfy as hell." Her painted red lips wrapped into what she hoped was a friendly smile, accompanied by a sweet batting of dark eyelashes.

"Its a good thing you were out soaking on that bench last night, wasn't it? Say, did you need anything, any of your possessions from your apartment? I could [i]easily[/i] get brief access to it if needed."