Escaping Grace

I blinked.
The first room was large, a bar separating the kitchen from the living room. There was a flatscreen against the wall, game consoles and games flailed out around it. He had two couches, one couch looked like it had been white, but there was a brown blanket tossed over it to hide the damage. The coffee table had some cups and more games sprawled over it, not to mention a full ashtray. I could still smell the smoke.
The kitchen looked remarkably cleaner, no dishes in the sink. Chip bags were the only thing on the counters.
"Yeah, I dont usually get visitors except the guys," Andy shrugged as he shut the door.
"No, me and Vales looks like this too," I said, starting to feel overly warm now. I slipped his jacket off and laid it on the back of the couch, then leaned down to unlace my boots. I stepped out of them gratefully, losing several precious inches.
"Bathrooms that way," he said, pointing at a door in the center.
There were two other rooms leading off, and I assumed that was other bedrooms.
"I'll grab you some sweats or something to wear. The dryer is down the hall." I glanced at the hall, seeing them at the end.
"Thanks," I said, hurrying to the bathroom. I closed the door gratefully, and sighed, sitting down heavily on the side of his tub.
I glanced back, seeing his bodywash and shampoos sitting neatly. He was a lot neater then I figured he would be.
After a moment I stood and pulled off my shirt, ringing it out in the tub, and then peeling my jeans off. I repeated the motion with it and my tank top, and left them on the tub as I stepped to the mirror.
I grimaced. My makeup had survived, but my hair was another story. I pulled it out of the bun and ran my fingers through it, trying to dislodge all the awfulness. I think I made it worse, so I just bunned it again.
I glanced down at the sink, seeing his mirrored mine with the black eyeliner and -- hey, we used the same brand.
There was a knock on the door, and I jumped behind it immediately.
I opened it slightly, and a tattooed hand offered clothes.
"Um, I don't think they'll fit but I tried," Andy said, and I took the clothes gratefully. "It's the thought that counts," I replied, shutting the door.
The sweats were gray and with the annoying band at the bottom; I frowned as I pulled them on, rolling them up at least half their own length. I pulled on his t shirt, a plain black that smelled like the store still. I hesitated, and then bundled my wet clothes together and took a deep breath.
Don't freak out, I told myself, and opened the door.

Notes

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