She stands and finds something to use as an ashtray. Empty glass or something, shotglass maybe. She brings it over and sets it down next to you, then grabs your hand and takes a drag off your smoke. "Thanks." She says, releasing you and heading back to her seat.
He digs around and offers you one. You sit in semi-lucid silence for a while, neither of you having much to say about what went on tonight. It's not an entirely comfortable silence, but it's close enough to one that you're not troubled.
She's laying on the bed (i'm gonna assume that we're in a spare bedroom), with her head hanging off the edge of the bed, hair pooled on the floor underneath her. "I like you, Shade." She says abruptly, probably because it's too quiet.
Shade turns to look at you, he's slid down to sit on the floor, leaning up against the bed, so that your heads are about on a level, although yours is upside-down. He gives you a suspicious you're-just-saying-that-cause-you're-drunk look.
He looks at you, trying to figure out whether or not you're serious, and chuckles when he decides you might be. Good enough. "Aren't you dizzy, lying with your head upside down like that?" He wonders, taking another drink and chain lighting a new cigarette.
That stops him. He definately forgot about that part. He sits silently for a moment. "The world's all fucked up now." Is is final proclamation. He sighs, as if that didn't quite come out right. "I guess as bad as it's all been, we'd both be dead without eachother."
"Yeah." She rests her chin on your shoulder. "I think we're stuck with each other for a while. Not that this is a bad thing, but..." she trails off and clears her throat, switching tracks. "I hope you're not planning to go anywhere anytime soon. I definatly don't want to go to my big empty home. If they haven't declared me dead or missing as well, and sold everything in it."
"Maybe you should call and ... check in or something. Tomorrow." He adds, as if calling right now was a real possibility. He leans his head against yours slightly, his damp hair cool against your cheek. "You can stay with me an' Damien as long as you want, you know that."
"Tell me about it." He mutters, stubbing his cigarette out in the shot glass. "But you're probably right, leaving him alone with this will probably get him killed, or insane or something. Guess it's lucky we know what we are." He sighs. "I don't think now would be the best time to find out your true nature."