Bright Sunlight poked through the curtains, rays streaking across the mostly darkened room and right onto the face of o e of the sleeping occupants of the bed. Dorian must have not bothered to close them. With a groan Ellana opened her eyes prepared to getup and rectify this problem before freezing. That's not my ceiling… With another glance downward she also realized the shirt covering her body was not one of hers. Or even Dorian for that matter. Sitting upwards, the bed shifted as someone moved closer in sleep. As she took in the blonde curls and muscled chest that even now made her lick her lips, the events of last night returned.
Strobe lights and bodies grinding against one another to the beat. Cold drinks that she lost count of. And a dangerous smile that lead to bodies pressed against each other in the dark and teeth tracing against skin.
Dropping her head I to her hands she wasn't sure if she should thank Dorian for dragging her to the club or beat him for letting her leave with someone who could very well be a serial killer. Slipping out of the bed she began searching for her clothes, Finding her shorts on a shelf and bra hanging off the dresser. But try as she might the shirt she was wearing the night before was no where to be found. Cursing at the time she scooped up her heels and tied the shirt she had awoke in at her hip. Guess it would have to do for now. Tip toing her way through the apartment she let herself out, sighing in relief as she closed the main door behind her.