You need people of intelligence on this sort of... mission... quest...

[oranje_windmill]

Who: Willem and Roy
When: Monday, February 07
Where: The Engineering Department of Liberty University
What: All Willem needs is a piece of paper signed by the head of the language department.

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[queenlymacbeth]

Rory cringed as she walked through the Engineering Department, stiffening muscles protesting at any movement. Why had she allowed herself to be dragged off by Veronika for a 'quickie'? 'Because you crave any attention she gives you.' her mind replied as if huffing with her, Rory couldn't help but roll her eyes. Her students were probably none the wiser, most wouldn't even enter the department that Veronika taught in and, somehow, she didn't imagine students from the two departments mingling together that often

[oranje_windmill]

Willem was pushed back a few steps by the force at which he collided with the other person. He turned to apologize, to help the other person up, and stopped in mid stride.

He’d been told by various people that Liberty had an odd habit of bringing you together with the people you never thought you’d see again, and here was proof of that before him. He had always been partial to red heads, and while this one wasn’t his usual type she had impressed him with her intelligence when they’d met and with her skills once he got her to his bed.

What she was doing here in Liberty, when he swore he remembered her as being Scottish, he couldn’t fathom. So instead of an apology, what came of his mouth instead was....

“You walked off with a pair of my pants.”

[queenlymacbeth]

Pants? She didn't remember taking his...ah! "It was warmer than my skirt...which I left at yours if I recall correctly." She said in a low voice, eyes darting at any engineering student that may be in the area, silently warning them to leave her alone. "So you really can't complain about that little detail."

Brushing invisible dust off her trousers, she finally looked the Dutch in the eye. "So, what brought you to Liberty? I'm presuming it wasn't just so you could run me over." She couldn't help the smirk, flicking a bit of her fringe out of her eyes.

It was comfortable being around the guy (Willy? She was sure she called him that at least once) though Rory couldn't explain why. Maybe just for the daft reason that he wasn't Francis. Personalities were more than 180 different, that was for sure. A lot more relaxed relationship...as long as certain substances didn't get involved.

[oranje_windmill]

“I’m sure,” he said, smirking. “Don’t worry, I don’t want them back.”

He honestly had no idea what had happened to her skirt, which was a shame considering how much time he’d spent watching the pleated tartan swish around her knees that night.

“And sorry about that,” he gestured between them, indicating his knocking her down. “I’m looking for Dr. Wernicke’s office, which is apparently here for the week.”

He held up the folded paper he was to have signed.
“I’m here taking classes.”