Room #219, late Saturday evening.
Cordelia smirked as she logged out of the school's chat room and went over to her cabinet where she stashes her booze. And now she wished she had one of those little whiteboards, and not just her laptop to type into. Oh well.
And as she passed by her mirror, she gave herself a quick glance. Yup, she looked good. Not that she cared. Because it's just Zack. But a girl should always look her best.
[[Locked to Zack.]]
And as she passed by her mirror, she gave herself a quick glance. Yup, she looked good. Not that she cared. Because it's just Zack. But a girl should always look her best.
[[Locked to Zack.]]