217, Friday Night

Savannah was curled up in the middle of her and Johnny's bed.

This was not unusual.

What was different was that all of the lights were out except for candles on the desks and she was cradling her head in her hands. Every so often she made a whimpering noise and tried to get comfortable again.



[[OOC: For the fake boyfriend if he so chooses. If not, establishy as the mun does indeed have a massive, massive migraine of epic owieness.]]

217, Friday Night

Savannah was curled up in the middle of her and Johnny's bed.

This was not unusual.

What was different was that all of the lights were out except for candles on the desks and she was cradling her head in her hands. Every so often she made a whimpering noise and tried to get comfortable again.



[[OOC: For the fake boyfriend if he so chooses. If not, establishy as the mun does indeed have a massive, massive migraine of epic owieness.]]