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After the conversation with Lana, Phoebe hadn't come immediately to her bedroom. She had hung out downstairs drinking coffee and trying not to cry about the fact that Lana was hurting -- and that she had used underhanded tactics on her best friend to keep her from running away from here.
After she had drank plenty of tea and coffee -- caffeine kept her awake and from falling into too deep of a sleep, thank gods -- she grabbed Lana's bag again and headed up to her room.
She entered her room quietly so as not to wake up Anders, and headed immediately to the closet to stash the bag. Of course, going into the closet meant that she saw all of the "gifts" and she swallowed, trying to stop shaking.
Crouching down, she retrieved a boittle of tequila and opened it, taking a very long drink, before going to sit in the chair by the window. Anders needed his rest, and from here she could keep an eye on him -- while at the same time not bothering him by her resteless and her anxiety.
After she had drank plenty of tea and coffee -- caffeine kept her awake and from falling into too deep of a sleep, thank gods -- she grabbed Lana's bag again and headed up to her room.
She entered her room quietly so as not to wake up Anders, and headed immediately to the closet to stash the bag. Of course, going into the closet meant that she saw all of the "gifts" and she swallowed, trying to stop shaking.
Crouching down, she retrieved a boittle of tequila and opened it, taking a very long drink, before going to sit in the chair by the window. Anders needed his rest, and from here she could keep an eye on him -- while at the same time not bothering him by her resteless and her anxiety.
