Room 313, Sunday afternoon

[solo_sword]

Jaina hadn't really been having the greatest weekend, with the possibility of John's imminent departure and him getting mad when she tried to help. After finding out his previous history with the same bitchy little tramp she'd been barely faking nice with all weekend, she figured she was probably better off going back to her room, and hopefully, at some point, she'd find out what was actually going on today.

While she was sitting at her desk trying to get some work done, it wasn't really happening. She wasn't even faking busy very well.

[Door's closed, and expecting one, but open before if you waaaant.]