the roof, Sunday morning
After the prom last night, Nadia had fallen asleep in her tux. She'd fortunately had enough foresight, despite her inebriated state, to unbutton the shirt and remove the tie, otherwise the sudden switch back into being a girl might have popped all the buttons on the shirt, and the tie might just have strangled her.
She sat crosslegged on the edge of the roof, barefoot, still in the tux pants with the tux shirt unbuttoned over an undershirt which, fortunately, was stretchy enough to accomodate her breasts. She'd snuck out of the room in an attempt to not wake the sleeping, no longer female Walter, bringing a bottle of water and a joint with her.
Dreaming about one of your best friends getting smacked around by her roommate was, she felt, reason enough to decide to spent the day in a nice stoned state.
[ooc: open to whoever]
She sat crosslegged on the edge of the roof, barefoot, still in the tux pants with the tux shirt unbuttoned over an undershirt which, fortunately, was stretchy enough to accomodate her breasts. She'd snuck out of the room in an attempt to not wake the sleeping, no longer female Walter, bringing a bottle of water and a joint with her.
Dreaming about one of your best friends getting smacked around by her roommate was, she felt, reason enough to decide to spent the day in a nice stoned state.
[ooc: open to whoever]