13 Griffin Way, Monday Night

[tyler_back]

Ghanima had called and, in a minimum of words, let Tyler knew that her in-class conversation with Miss Walters had not gone well, and she would appreciate some distraction and a few words with Tyler

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[atreideslioness]

And lo, at a suitable time when it was not too early to start drinking, there was a Ghanima banging on his door. "Little pig little pig, let me come in," she whined sang, giving the door another decent kick. "Or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down."

[tyler_back]

"I'll just open the door," Tyler said, as he turned the knob and pulled said door open. "Boxer would kill me if I wrecked her house. C'mon, sit down. Want anything to drink that isn't scotch?"

[atreideslioness]

"Is that a question or a joke?" she asked, giving him a tired grin as she breezed in to flop down on some random piece of furniture. "Scotch, please. As much as I do not regret anything I said this afternoon, I could use something to soothe my rage."

[tyler_back]

Tyler poured her a glass and passed it to her with a bare cluck of his tongue. "She was that bad, huh? Give me details."