Room 313, Monday Morning
Inara was doing her very best to sneak into her room, hopefully before anyone she knew saw her--not only was she covered in dried mud and fragrant with the eau de fandom pond, but her jeans (were they even hers? They didn't seem to cover very much...) were torn and her sweater didn't meet the waistband and where the hell were her room keys???
Good lord, had she hit on John? And Cal? And some poor guy named Peter, and Talyn and...she'd have to return their money to them later.
She rattled the doorknob. No luck.
Plus, it was going to make it very complicated to hide under the bed.
Good lord, had she hit on John? And Cal? And some poor guy named Peter, and Talyn and...she'd have to return their money to them later.
She rattled the doorknob. No luck.
Plus, it was going to make it very complicated to hide under the bed.