[b]Jennifer[/b]

"Well, I guess we better play the part then," she added, hooking her left arm around Vin's and her right one around Nate's before walking towards the lobby. "Believe it or not, everyone around likes to keep to themselves as most of the residents are extremely private. But who can blame them, with all that money there's bound to be at least a couple of skeletons in their closets." 

The three of them walked into the elevator lobby without incident, and Jennifer called one of the lifts by pulling Nate closer to the wall so she could press the button. "A few house rules though," she continued, still facing the wall. "You can make yourself at home, but clean up after your own mess. I don't even want to see a single tissue out of place. Secondly, do not stain any of my rugs," she said, looking at Vin, "or furniture, for that matter. And third, you can't leave my apartment until you've had at least one drink."

Once the elevator doors opened, Jennifer dragged the two men inside before unhooking her arms to take them to her floor. "But I'm not sure I'll enforce that one tonight. I want to have this thing on my back checked out, but I can't exactly go to a hospital now, can I?" she looked at Nate, knowing the answer before he even bothered to say anything. "One of you two will just have to patch it up for me real quick. I mean, I doubt it'll require stitches." 

Once they reached her floor, Jennifer walked them to her apartment. The front door was closed, but not locked. She cursed under her breath, reassuring herself that Harrison's fuckface friend would receive the same level of punishment like his idiot partner.

"Here are are..." she said as the two men walked in, closing the door shut behind them and locking it. "Nate, can you come to the bedroom with me? I need you to bandage the wound. Vin, make yourself at home. There's a bathroom and a closet in the spare bedroom, so you can unwind for a while." 

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