"I figured it would have a clue," she makes no mention of if she knows they were intimate or not. She just smiles to him. "She does mention going to find this...Deirdre woman. Of course, if she dated her entries, that would make things so much easier."
She glances to the clock.
"Its getting late, what do you say we eat, change clothes...call this woman and go meet her...if she is willing to meet with us, that is."

His brow furrows, nodding as she mentions Deirdre. "It is certainly worth a shot." He, of course, knows when that all happened with Lenor at the other woman...

He looks at the time as well, as it seems to very slowly be getting later. "Yes, that may be a good idea, replenish our energy." Especially considering he hasn't even thought much about food at all since this morning.

"Great, I'm buying. Do you like pizza?" she says as notices Desmond's expression. She touches his shoulder lightly and offers him a soft smile.

"That would be fine." He smiles in return, not about to lose hope, but he couldn't help but worry none the less.

She nods, having decided on Pizza, she goes about to find a phone. She orders a two medium pizzas one ham and pineapple and one with whatever Desmond want on his. Moments later, the food arrives. Amanda sets the pizzas in the kitchenette. She searches the cabinets for plates until she finds some. She hands Desmond a plate and beelines right for the pizzas.
"I'm going to call that woman after we eat," she announces casually before she bites into her pizza.

He tries to fill himself up on food. They might be out all night and he'll need the energy. Before eating he had said grace, though he didn't force her to join in.

"Do you want to use my phone?" He asks once they are finished eating.

"Nah, I think I'll use the phone here. If Deirdre has caller ID hen she'll recognize Lenor's number," she says through a small bite of pizza. Her free hand covers her mouth so as not to be too obscene. She swallows the bite. Amanda is christian and had joined in on Grace earlier...even if her stomach was growling.
"My family was never big on religion," she admits. "I think mostly cause my father was the devil himself."
She chuckles lightly.
"Guess that make me the anti-chirst then."

He nods when she mentions using Lenor's phone. He tries to think about other things as they wait.

"They weren't? But you are?" A little curious as he looks up at her. "What brought the Lord into your life?"

"My mother was methodist, until she found pills and my father..."
She clears her throat.
"My father's just a hateful son of a bitch. Pardon my language. You really think God punishes horrible people like him? I'd really like to believe he will. I can't live in a world without consequences. Makes this life meaningless ya know?"  

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"Ah..." Having finished his share of pizza, he wipes his hands with a napkin as he ponders her words in seriousness. "It depends upon his soul, and whether he is sorry for his ways. If he refuses to take penance, then he is the bringer of his own downfall. God forgives and teaches us to forgive, but I do not know your father or what fate he may befall. But yes, I believe there are consequences to our actions and how we choose to live our lives."

"Good, cause I know he doesn't regret it. I know he think what he did to me was okay. He told me once he commited no sins."
There is a vemonous nature to her voice as she speaks of her father. She stands, abruptly, sntaching her plate off the table. She takes his plate as well, but doesn't snatch it. she forces a smile, moving toward the kitchen. She drops a piece of crust and when she bends over to pick it up, her shirt tail rises exposing old criss-crossing scars upon her back. She jerks up, tucking her shirt back in. A blush burns on her cheeks as she hurries into the kitchen. She sighs, still rolling from inner turmoil, she wonders if Desmond will say anything about them.
She looks to him, then the clock on the wall and finally to the phone. She picks it up, pulling the scrap paper from her pocket, she begins to dial that woman's number. She listens to the rings.

The phone will ring, with no answer and no voicemail.

"Fantastic," she snaps as she hangs up the phone. She looks to Desmond.
"I guess we better go to this Thorn's place."

He had glimpsed the scars, but he only frowns faintly. He wouldn't talk about it unless she wanted to, so he doesn't ask right now. He watches as she calls the number, then angrily put it down.

"No answer? Hm... alright. Let's go, now that it's dark." Standing up, heading for the door, waiting for Amanda before stepping out of the apartment. He locks up, and hurries on down to his awaiting car. Once they are safely inside and buckled up, he'd drive them towards Thorns per her directions...

((To Thorns. Hope you don't mind if I speed things along a little. ))

(I don't mind at all)
She gives him directions to the club.