#freezingleatherjackets

With an audible sigh, she drew her unusually mauve eyes towards the door, wishing, hoping that someone would walk in soon, and disrupt her otherwise dreary day. After all, her shift was ending soon, and she certainly could use a last minute tab.

Golden eyes flickered around his domain, sensing a presence nearby. Groaning to himself, cussing under his breath, he hauled himself up off of his couch, eyes narrowing at the entrance to his home as if he were looking directly at an enemy. He faded into, merged with the shadows, waiting for the right moment to jump the intruder who would soon be emerging into the dim light of his home. 

"Well, yes. He hasn’t really been intentionally mean to me and he seems like a nice person, so I don’t see why I would dislike him."

Hide groaned, holding his head. “Ugh my head fucking hurts.” He complained, feeling the constant pounding of a headache. The spirit opened his eyes to find himself on the ground of the candy pallor. What surprised him the most was that his limps were tangled with someone else’s. After a couple moments he realized it was the leather jacket guy Flame was good friends with. He quickly detangled himself, feeling the blush settle into his cheeks. Poking the greasers head, Hide whispered, “Dude, wake up.”

THIS IS SO COOL.

Well... I was just kidding. ):

No Jaquette?