15 minutes past nine, Brandon found himself knocking at Megan's door. It was cold outside, more cold than Brandon would have liked, but still he made the trip towards Megan's apartment. Thankfully, it was close, so even though he was shivering, he was glad to be able to step inside the warm apartment quickly.
She opened, curler in hand with some hair wrapped around it and barefoot, but she wore a dress. She was going to wear it to the club.
"I hope you have to kill her. I didn't get anything."
"that's okay." She waved her hand. " Lucky for you, I forgot that I put the tequila in the cabinet and I just found it today. Come in."
Megan moved away from the door, leaving Brandon to close it for them. He did and followed her into her room where he sat on the bed. She kept the door to the bathroom open, so he could see and they could talk to one another.
