Zoe headed upstairs and popped into the master bedroom to take a shower there. She looked at the piles of clothes on the bed and shook her head, but grabbed something and hung it on the back of the bathroom door.
She headed into the shower and began to clean herself off. As she washed it, her hair seemed to lighten back to its natural brownish color. She blow-dried her hair and combed it out, then got dressed, slipping into a simple black dress. After dinner, I think I'll go out to... She paused, having an odd image of the Spiked Pit. But she hadn't been there since she was an irresponsible teen. She'd find a bar.
She headed back downstairs. "What are you all dressed up for?" 25-year old Linda said, stirring a pot.
"Going out. Some of us actually want to meet other people," Zoe said, checking on the pot. By this time, she was around 23. The two were rapidly meeting in the middle.
"Want me to come with then?" Linda asked.
"Let's eat first. I'm starving." She looked at the table. Four plates...For a moment, she couldn't remember who the other two belonged to...
