[Closed, In Progress]
Characters: Lady
outlaw_lady, and Renji
tattooedred
Date/Time: July 17th, Around 10AM
Location: Renji's apartment (woowoo ~.^)
Rating: PG-13 (Just in case Lady swears a lot)
Summary: Renji is sick and Lady goes to comfort him in her own way.
I mean seriously, here she was, 7AM in the morning...awake. Not only was she awake but she was cooking! If anyone who really knew her could see her right now, she would never live it down. Point is, she was cooking, and it wasn't for herself. In fact it was for a guy, and she was going to deliver it even. Her brain must be broken, that is the only thing she could think of.
Lady spent the early morning hours preparing and cooking a homemade batch of chicken noodle soup. It smelled damn good too, but the only time she had any of it was to taste it to make sure it wasn't horrible. She had to congratulate herself, this stuff was amazing!
Loading the pot of soup on her bike was an adventure in and of itself, taking about 6 bungee cords and some interesting set up. Finally though she figured it was all set up and got on, driving over towards the University and the apartment where the sick man in question was holed up currently.
For once she arrived not only on time, but about 10 minutes earlier then she had told him. Only problem with that was getting the pot of soup off her bike ate that time up completely, so by the time she was at his apartment door, it was past time for her to be there. It figured.
Knocking on his door she waited as patiently as could be expected for her. Bouncing from one foot to the other and looking around a lot. Lady had even dressed nicer for the occasion. A pair of skinny jeans in gunmetal grey paired with a belly baring tight t-shirt in black, no logo or anything.
outlaw_lady, and Renji
tattooedred
Date/Time: July 17th, Around 10AM
Location: Renji's apartment (woowoo ~.^)
Rating: PG-13 (Just in case Lady swears a lot)
Summary: Renji is sick and Lady goes to comfort him in her own way.
I mean seriously, here she was, 7AM in the morning...awake. Not only was she awake but she was cooking! If anyone who really knew her could see her right now, she would never live it down. Point is, she was cooking, and it wasn't for herself. In fact it was for a guy, and she was going to deliver it even. Her brain must be broken, that is the only thing she could think of.
Lady spent the early morning hours preparing and cooking a homemade batch of chicken noodle soup. It smelled damn good too, but the only time she had any of it was to taste it to make sure it wasn't horrible. She had to congratulate herself, this stuff was amazing!
Loading the pot of soup on her bike was an adventure in and of itself, taking about 6 bungee cords and some interesting set up. Finally though she figured it was all set up and got on, driving over towards the University and the apartment where the sick man in question was holed up currently.
For once she arrived not only on time, but about 10 minutes earlier then she had told him. Only problem with that was getting the pot of soup off her bike ate that time up completely, so by the time she was at his apartment door, it was past time for her to be there. It figured.
Knocking on his door she waited as patiently as could be expected for her. Bouncing from one foot to the other and looking around a lot. Lady had even dressed nicer for the occasion. A pair of skinny jeans in gunmetal grey paired with a belly baring tight t-shirt in black, no logo or anything.