Helen

Most nights, Saffron likes to go out. Oftentimes it'll just be to a friend's, armed with a home cooked meal. Sometimes she'll go out on the town, to the various night spots, to drink and dance the night away. She hasn't been trying her little trick to seek out information as often, where she'd go to a bar and wait for the inevitable complimentary drink from an admiring self-described Darrow local. It doesn't interest her as much anymore, now that she's reasonably certain she's not going to get anything useful from any of those men in varying states of drunkenness who really just want to get into her panties - not that she's ever let any of them. It makes her skirt far too close to being a tease for her liking.

Every once in a while, though, usually after a long stretch of consecutive nights out, she stays home for the evening. Tonight she's already delivered a couple of meals, and now she's curled up comfortably on her couch in yoga pants and a lightweight, loose-fitting sweatshirt, sipping on a cup of tea and reading a book. It looks like it's going to be a quiet night.