The Arms Hotel, #321

[walks_two_paths]

Savannah had come back to the hotel after work and after saying goodbye to Isabel and Wyatt -- and wow did that ever suck big time. She was sitting on the couch playing with the envelope that contained a very thick letter that she had written to Johnny on Isabel's advice.

Unfortunately, she was thinking about everything and was fighting back tears...

...mostly.

She lay her head against the back of the couch with a sigh. The last two weeks had really been very bad.


[[OOC: Open for the brother, the whitelighter, or anyone else that might be coming to see Savannah.]]

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[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," he admitted. "But this is tearing you up and we have to figure out a way to help you cope with this better."

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

"I don't know how to deal any other way. My magic and kicking ass is how I have always dealt with pain and stress before -- but this isn't something I've ever dealt with before."

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

Chris nodded. "I know. And I'd love to beat Johnny's ass for making you feel this way."

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

She shook her head. "I don't want his ass kicked, Chris."

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you do something that gets you hurt, he will get his ass kicked," Chris told her.

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

"Can't hold him responsible for my actions, you know," she tried to point out.

[neurotic-witch.livejournal.com]

"Sure I can," he said. "You wouldn't be self-destructive if he hadn't been an asshole. Cause and effect."

[walks-two-paths.livejournal.com]

She sighed and offered him a seat. "You sound a little like Mom and Sean. I'm not his fault."