His car still being worked on, Kenickie led Rizzo up to the little hideaway place he knew about, only taking his arm from around her shoulders long enough to get the door open.

"Privacy," he said, turning to her with a grin. "And no interruptions."

[ooc: locked to Rizzo for the day]

Kenickie rolled out of bed at his usual time and got dressed in his usual jeans, tshirt and leather jacket. He frowned at himself when he looked in the mirror to do his hair, not quite able to get it quite as poofy as he usually could. But he did his best and decided he still looked cool ( Read more... )