calvin and sarah

Who: Calvin and Sarah
Where: Billiards Room
When: Later evening

After Esme left, and her eyes had begun to blur from trying to finish her sketch in the dim porch light, Sarah finally gave up on finishing outside and went back into the house, her eyes roaming critically over the drawing as she walked about distractedly, trying to find a room with decent light. The kitchen was off limits, given she was prone to running into Nic in there, and she wanted to avoid that at the moment. She was already sick of her room, and she wasn't sure she wanted to venture very far when she was itching to finish what she'd started. Somewhat absently, she moved from the living room into the billiards room, finding it empty after she'd flipped on the light. Empty suited her just fine for the time being, and she sat on one of the stools at the bar before she got to work again, briefly wondering if there was any wine behind the counter. She'd have to check when she was finished. Hunched over her sketchpad, her hand moved at a swift rate, her bottom lip drawn in between her teeth in concentration. Why she felt inspired to draw depressing, ominous pictures all of the sudden, she had no idea, but there it was, and if this house and its so-called 'horror' was her new muse, so be it.