Luke came back to his room, checked his voicemail, and blinked.

A lot. He helpfully returned the message.

The second one made him glare at the machine for a moment before returning the message, the third had him goggling for a solid minute before calling back, and the the fourth left him anxious to set the record straight. Gavin really needed to ( Read more... )

Luke was covered in glitter.

Luke remembered everything he did last night.

Which was why Luke was also under his bed.

And never, ever coming out again.

Ever.

Artoo's electronic snickers weren't helping matters either.

After leaving Rory a message to meet for lunch in the clearing she'd mentioned to him, Luke had wandered down to J, GOB for the proper supplies ( Read more... )