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[orange_leader]

Who: Rachel, Jake, and possibly Max later on (if Chris wants him to)
What: Jake has terrible luck with women.
Where: Rachel's dorm
When: A bit after the rescue mission at Capcom.
Warning: panties dancing, and tsundere punches.

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[orangestarbeats]

And stumble in someone was... not going to do. Jake's wandering saw him walking through the halls of the dorms again, music blaring in his ears like usual. But he stopped. He could hear a sound that broke through the music in his ears: another song. But not just any song.

"Sweet, I love that movie," Jake said to himself, perking up and pushing his headphones around his neck. He followed the sound to one particular door, and he was about to let himself in, when memories came flooding back.

Opening the door. Finding Sami in her underwear. Sami punching him in the face. Them ending up in an awkward position, Max finding them, misunderstanding, and then giving Jake the talk.

Jake's hand left the doorknob. There was no way he was going to repeat that again. But he didn't want to interrupt the song, or whoever it was, just to say how much he liked their taste in music. And so he decided to just take the safe approach. He turned around and leaned back against the door, ready to tap his feet to the beat...

[orangestarbeats]

...and promptly tumbled backwards into the room, when it turned out the door had not been closed properly. The door swung open, and Jake fell backwards, doing one backroll before landing on his back in the middle of the floor.

[orange_leader]

She tried to rush to the door and slam it shut as soon as she heard it start to open. But of course she would be on the other side of the room, just too far away from the door to close it in time.
Rachel would have been fine with it if the door had just swung open of it's own accord. She would have been fine with it if it had been Lip coming back. She would have been okay with it if it had been pretty much any guy on the planet. Except for Jake.
Which of course meant it had to be Jake.

So, the second she realized this, she stifled an undignified squeak, and crouched down behind one of the beds in the room, leaving just her head visible, glaring at him.
"Jake what the hell are you doing here."

[orangestarbeats]

Jake pushed himself up, sitting and rubbing the back of his head where he hit the floor. "Oww... Rach? Is that you? Where are you?" He wasn't as freaked out as he would have been, given he couldn't see where she had gone to yet. At least he didn't catch her doing something embarrassing, like dancing in her underwear.

He looked around the room, rubbing his bruised head, finally spotting her head behind her bed. "What're you doin' down there?" he asked. "I was listenin' to the music, I leaned on the door and it fell open."

[orange_leader]

Oh, okay, Jake. You were listening to what was going on inside her room like a creeper and fell in. You're sounding so much less like a stalker.
Really.
"I- well-" Ohh, boy, this was awkward. At least hiding behind her bed had worked. "I kind of just got out of the shower okay I'm not exactly decent." Her words came out much faster than she'd hoped, and maybe a little jumbled, but it was an explanation, and with any luck, it would keep Jake the hell away from her.