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Who: Lucas Lee, Jailbait Kenzi
When: backdated to Saturday night after This thread.
Where: 22A
Summary: Lucas has beer, Kenzi just got here, both of them are easy as hell.
Rating: R
Warnings: Strong language, icy floors, drinking, flirting, possible sexy tiems?!
The promise of beer could get Kenzi to do almost anything. It could get her to go undercover, wearing PINK, at a fucking SORORITY. It could make her clean up the crack shack before Bo got home. Beer could even make Kenzi spare a bit of her precious trust, make the icy trek down the hallway, and knock on the door of a guy she had never met.
Kenzi never would have pulled this shit at home. This place wasn't home and she was alone and she needed allies. It was a necessary risk that could keep her alive a little longer or prove to be fatal... but hey. Free freaking beer. If there had been more time, she would have fashioned a shiv out of a toothbrush or something. Oh well. A broken bottle could be used in a pinch, if Mr. Too-gorgeous-to-be-real tried anything fancy. She smirked as she slid/stumbled along the hallway in search of suite 22.
There was a forceful and persistent knock on the door when she finally reached it and a casual, "Yo. Let me in before I freeze my ass off."
Does it still count if none of the IDs she brought are actually hers?
When: backdated to Saturday night after This thread.
Where: 22A
Summary: Lucas has beer, Kenzi just got here, both of them are easy as hell.
Rating: R
Warnings: Strong language, icy floors, drinking, flirting, possible sexy tiems?!
The promise of beer could get Kenzi to do almost anything. It could get her to go undercover, wearing PINK, at a fucking SORORITY. It could make her clean up the crack shack before Bo got home. Beer could even make Kenzi spare a bit of her precious trust, make the icy trek down the hallway, and knock on the door of a guy she had never met.
Kenzi never would have pulled this shit at home. This place wasn't home and she was alone and she needed allies. It was a necessary risk that could keep her alive a little longer or prove to be fatal... but hey. Free freaking beer. If there had been more time, she would have fashioned a shiv out of a toothbrush or something. Oh well. A broken bottle could be used in a pinch, if Mr. Too-gorgeous-to-be-real tried anything fancy. She smirked as she slid/stumbled along the hallway in search of suite 22.
There was a forceful and persistent knock on the door when she finally reached it and a casual, "Yo. Let me in before I freeze my ass off."
Does it still count if none of the IDs she brought are actually hers?