#noah4

Beth had spent most of the following day trying to relax. She had gone to LA, to see Amelia in the morning so that conversation was still fresh in her mind and now that she knew what she had to do and what she needed to work on, it seemed like she was more on edge than before, so she smoke a joint throughout the afternoon as she tried to relax and write some more. Then, she smoke another while taking a long bath that left her skin smelling of  wild roses (whatever that was). It was enough to distract her, so by the time Noah had rang her doorbell, she had honestly forgotten about tonight’s pizza and movies, but one look at his face and it all came back to her. 

“Hey!” She chuckled as she stepped aside and opening the door even further to let him in. “Come in, I’m going to put on some pants.” Not that she wasn’t wearing any, but forgetting that he was coming over had Beth welcoming him with a cute sweater and pajama shorts. “Make yourself at home and I’ll be right back!” After closing the door behind them, she said from over her shoulder as she sprinted to her bedroom and changed her shorts for comfortable pajama pants---but they didn’t fit well with her sweater, so she changed into a cute 1975 shirt from their third album and went back to the living area. “I’m back. Sorry about that. So how was your day at the clinic?”

It had been one of Penelope’s regular nights out with the Strix gang and they had gone to one of their late night bars that not many royals dared to enter. She born a short white dress with sheer patched throughout it and a pair of yellow heels. Since it was a member’s birthday she had decided to make a bigger effort than usual and she fit in just fine. 

It had gotten into the early hours of the morning then the whole crew eventually made their way out onto the street. “I’ll see you all tomorrow. Let’s see who makes it on time!” she called with a laugh as she turned on her heels and headed in the other direction from the rest of them. Penelope pulled a cigarette from her bag and lit up as she walked, needing some of the toxic air in her lungs. 

[Mona didn't really know what to do with a possible high out of his mind Noah. She assumed he was hard to handle, and for some reason Laura couldn't see him so Mona assumed the best way to keep disaster from happening (and the guilt that she would've had if something bad occured from not letting him stay over) was having Noah under a watchful eye. Currently she was making herself some hot chocolate with marshmallows that were honestly more than the plentiful amount. Finally she walked back to the living room; sitting on the familiar, large couch waiting for Noah as she watched a rerun of Bad Girls Club]