-=*Her keys slid into the lock easily enough, and it was a relief to open the door to the pack house and slip inside. Murphy was trying to be as quiet as possibly knowing that it was te middle of the night. Around her she could feel the stillness of the house, the others probably already asleep. She'd been staying later and later at the Hookah now that Silent was out of town. Her performances were only part of what she'd been doing to try to help out. She bartended, waited tables, and after close she stayed to make sure the place was cleaned up. Then when the sun was up she left to go do the same thing all over again.*=-
-=*After over a week of that her dogs were barking and she was sure that if lycanthropes could get back ache that she had one in her future. The strap of her guitar case was pulled off her shoulders as she moved inside the house and she carefully set the guitar case down on one of the chairs in the living room. She was too tired to make it upstairs with the thing. As she moved to the kitchen to get a bottle of water she lifted a hand and rubbed at the tense muscles in her shoulder. It felt like she was storing oranges in there.*=-
-=*In the end she bypassed the fridge altogether, drawn to the Ulfrics room like a moth to a flame. From inside she could feel the warmth of the pack who shared the bed in there. Being as quiet as she possibly could she slunk through the half open door and went to the bed. Eyes adjusted to the dark and she could make out several forms in the bed but didn't try too hard to figure out who was who. The next thing Murphy knew she was on the bed fully clothed, pressed to god knew who, and the world was going black. Yeah, she would sleep for now and get water in the morning.*=-
-=*The last thing she thought about was that she needed to talk to some wolf called Elena about some training for her beast. With that in mind she let herself fade into sleep. Glad that she would get at least three hours before she had to be up and getting ready to go to the Hookah again.*=-