#savannah:thread

S: This dude's toupee looks like what I pull out of my shower.

          Savannah furrowed her brow as she looked in each of her kitchen cabinets. She had snacks, she knew she had snacks. Where the hell were they? In her belly, probably. “I think we’re gonna have to starve,” she said with a sigh. “Because I’m not going to the store.” She shut the last set of cabinets and wandered back to the couch to plop herself onto it. “Like, I knew you were coming but...” She shrugged. She’d made sure she had food in the house, of course. But apparently chips and popcorn had been forgotten. “Tell me again why you’re crashing at my place and not going home now that butt-face isn’t in your life?”

          “What about this one?” Savannah stepped out of the dressing room and in front of the mirrors wearing a ‘little black dress’ that could stand to gain a few inches... considering she was buying for a charity event. A silent auction she in no way wanted to participate in. After giving herself a once over in the mirror, she turned to Jordan with eyebrows raised expectantly. “Everyone wears black to a funeral, right?”