Damn Rogues!
We were having a... discussion... over our morning ablutions. I wanted to take a bath, alone, and the gentleman wanted to share a shower. Normally I would be all for sharing a shower with Trent but I was tired and cranky and not feeling well and I really wanted to take a good hot bath to soothe my ickies, and then to head to work at the Ren Faire. We discussed these options for a few moments until I ended the discussion by inviting him to go shower downstairs and heading into the bathroom and locking the door behind me.
I'd just drawn my bath and was settling into it, snickering smugly to myself at the solitary luxury... when Trent strolled quite casually through the door. I squeaked and gaped up at him, hiding behind my book. He nodded to me, turned to the sink to wash his face, and then turned to stroll out again.
"... I'd meant to lock that." I said.
"Oh, you did!" chirped my boyfriend. "But I thought that surely couldn't be right."
... My boyfriend, ladies and gentlemen, is a Verra-be-damned lock-picking -rogue-.
I'd just drawn my bath and was settling into it, snickering smugly to myself at the solitary luxury... when Trent strolled quite casually through the door. I squeaked and gaped up at him, hiding behind my book. He nodded to me, turned to the sink to wash his face, and then turned to stroll out again.
"... I'd meant to lock that." I said.
"Oh, you did!" chirped my boyfriend. "But I thought that surely couldn't be right."
... My boyfriend, ladies and gentlemen, is a Verra-be-damned lock-picking -rogue-.