Winter gives him a grateful smile, and clings to him, afraid she’s going to fall again. She clears her throat, her cheeks reddening as she backs away. “So.. where are we dancing?”
Winter shrugs and laughs softly. “Well I doubt we’re doing it in the bathroom. The living room’s nice and big but everyone’s always there. The balcony maybe? A little less space, but more privacy.”
Winter shakes her head a little. “I keep forgetting your a host. Wait how will we dance if there’s no music?” She smiles and fishes her phone out of her pocket.
The front door slams as Max returns. Her clothing has fresh burns in it, and she looks frazzled but uninjured. Her eyes immediately land on Charlie and she scoffs. "Of course. Because one not-dead person wasn't enough today." She flops onto the armchair next to him. "So what's up with you?" ~~~ Adam rouses slightly when the door slams, but falls back asleep quickly.
She sighs as she wakes up with a start. "Who the fucks slamming my door?" she asked. she looked up at Adam. She then gently kisses his cheek. "Adam...." she said to him. She smiled. "Adam.....Love...i know you want to send all day in bed cuddling with me....But we need to eat." she said to him as she gently kissed him. Her hand wrapped around his hip holding him.
Charlie looks at max " had some visions and I've been bored at hotel Valhalla so I decided to come here " he then smiles wryly" and technically I am dead in the mortal world "
Winter smiles as she turns on Feeling Good by Michael Bublé. “If you don’t like this song, we’re not friends,” she jokes as she starts to lip sync with a big smile.
He groans gently and pulls her back down. "Five more minutes," he grumbles into the pillow. ~~~ Max snorts. "Sorry for mis-labeling you," she says. "Would you prefer the term 'undead,' or is that too insensitive?"
Winter laughs, a casual sound, then shrugs. “I mixed my music, so depends on the song. You do you, baby,” she winks playfully and laughs a bit, starting to mosh when the chorus hits.