An hour in the bath didn't quite work as much magic for her as she hoped. And so running a towel over her wet head, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a white tank top and made her way downstairs. Instinctively, she snapped the band around her wrist around her hair as she made her towards the stairs. Halfway down, she was halted in her tracks at the sight of Tristan. He was sitting in the seat he had vacated earlier, his suit jacket discarded over the arm of the nearest couch, the sleeves of his shirt folded to reveal a length of powerful arms. He had a mostly empty glass cup in his hand and the whole bottle of spirits sat on the ornate coffee table in front of him it's contents nearly half way. At the sight of her, he looked up and only stared at her blankly before turning back to his drin
