Wade & Vanessa's Apartment, Sunday Afternoon

It was National Ice Cream Day, and Vanessa had had plans. You know. Her usual holiday sort of plans (kinky sex).

Unfortunately, this stupid island had apparently had other plans, which was why Vanessa was eating a vat of Haagen-Dazs alone on the couch and sulking.

(Open for that guy who lives there and anyone else who might want to stop by.)