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Savannah was draped across the couch in the living room working on a sketch in her sketchpad. She kept looking at the clock and then at the doors and windows.
No sign of Johnny yet.
She hoped that everything was all right. She had tried calling him -- but she kept just getting his voicemail.
Finally when she saw that it was getting dark, she opened one of the bottles of wine she had bought for the night.
"Happy birthday to me," she muttered before she took a long drink from the bottle of wine. She had a wine glass, but why bother with the pouring right now.
[[OOC: Open for sudden visits, deliveries, calls, text messages. Be warned, though, the witch is a bit emo."
No sign of Johnny yet.
She hoped that everything was all right. She had tried calling him -- but she kept just getting his voicemail.
Finally when she saw that it was getting dark, she opened one of the bottles of wine she had bought for the night.
"Happy birthday to me," she muttered before she took a long drink from the bottle of wine. She had a wine glass, but why bother with the pouring right now.
[[OOC: Open for sudden visits, deliveries, calls, text messages. Be warned, though, the witch is a bit emo."
