When Flynn woke up, he had a mouthful of red hair. For a moment, he thought he was on tour again, and he was late for some sort of toury thing. But then he became acclimated to the room and he remembered that Deirdre had shown up the previous night at around ten, and informed him she was sleeping in his bed. Not that he would ever mind. Quite the opposite, in fact. With her here, he could keep an eye on her to make sure she wasn't off raiding villages and slaughtering people. Or whatever it was that demons did...
( Whoa, Nellie!! )
( Whoa, Nellie!! )