>>19050404>>19050406Andi is very reassured by Robyn's words, and content to pass the cab ride in silence, her head resting on Robyn's shoulder as she just enjoys the closeness and the company and the assuredness that this will last. Andi finds her key and unlocks the door, then stops, wanting to ask Robyn to come in and hang out for a while. She remembers the last time Robyn was in her room, the press of bodies and lips together, but she'd been drunk and Robyn was actually super cool about putting a stop to it all then. Was she drunk now? She'd had a few drinks, yeah. A few hours to sweat them out on the dance floor too. She was feeling all right, she supposed. Then Robyn mentions the letter.
>"Oh, right! My Dad left it for me!"It wasn't that Andi had forgotten about it completely. Just mostly. She had a tendency to do that with written correspondence. Forgetting about it was a coping mechanism. It usually meant she owed someone money, or she was in trouble, and she always really struggled with making any sense of it. And things with her Dad were, well.....
Why had he been here in Spaghetti Town anyway?
>"Ehh, well, I didn't forget exactly, I just..... yeah, I kind of forgot, I admit it. Sure, uhh, come on in."Andi goes through her stuff and finds the letter. The chairs in her room suck ass (though she can't complain, she's not paying for the room or even really supposed to be here), and she sees that Robyn's already sitting down on the bed, so she sits down with her.
>"All right, let's see what this bad boy says, huh?"