Closed RP - Veronica?
(( This could very easily lead to very bad things, so rated D for Dirty just in case! ))
Something was definitely in those brownies.
I don't have any idea what's going on, but, damn. Veronica Mars? Good little girl no longer. I was on the prowl. Hem on my skirt so short it nearly showed off what was hiding underneath. Not to mention, of course, the top, complete with tie to fit the whole parochial schoolgirl package...
How did I get this stuff? I couldn't have told you if I tried. Better yet, how was I walking on cobblestone ground in those heels? Really couldn't tell you how the hell it went down. But, damn. I was smokin'.
Straight for Gryffindor I went, nearly kicking down the door once I told the portrait the password. Fat Lady. Who needed it?
Oh, Logan? Where wouldst thou be, Logan? And ready and willing? I rapped my knuckles easily against his door, coy smile starting to quirk up the corners of my mouth. "Oh, boy toy?" I sang through the door without thinking, and blinked once. Damn. Was that me? I sounded like a slut. Ah, well. Come on out, loverboy.
Something was definitely in those brownies.
I don't have any idea what's going on, but, damn. Veronica Mars? Good little girl no longer. I was on the prowl. Hem on my skirt so short it nearly showed off what was hiding underneath. Not to mention, of course, the top, complete with tie to fit the whole parochial schoolgirl package...
How did I get this stuff? I couldn't have told you if I tried. Better yet, how was I walking on cobblestone ground in those heels? Really couldn't tell you how the hell it went down. But, damn. I was smokin'.
Straight for Gryffindor I went, nearly kicking down the door once I told the portrait the password. Fat Lady. Who needed it?
Oh, Logan? Where wouldst thou be, Logan? And ready and willing? I rapped my knuckles easily against his door, coy smile starting to quirk up the corners of my mouth. "Oh, boy toy?" I sang through the door without thinking, and blinked once. Damn. Was that me? I sounded like a slut. Ah, well. Come on out, loverboy.