[This younger, twenty five year old Roxanne was a little overwhelmed at the moment.
Well, honestly that was putting it a little lightly. She was more along the lines of SERIOUSLY FREAKED OUT. One minute she had been having coffee in a little diner - trying to wake herself up from being OUT all night - then she was here, in the middle of....
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What he finds in the lobby is far, far better than a cocktail, however. It takes him a moment to believe his eyes and another moment to make sure that this is his Roxanne...
Then he's running, moving as quickly as he possibly can, only just now realising just how much he's missed her as he wraps his arms around her waist and more or less tackles her to the ground from behind.]
Roxanne! You're here! You, it's you, not a weird parallel universe you!
[Oh God he is so happy he could kiss her now, he really could. She's here! He's not alone anymore! It's the most wonderful, fantastic--oh, to hell with it. Have a kiss on the back of your neck, Roxanne.
Oh, and by the way, Alex is only wearing a pair of jeans.]
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Now, her gut instinct was to slam her elbow into the persons stomach behind her and grab a wrist and bodily throw them into a windowpane.
However - she doesn't have any of her equipment on, and if it's Megabrawn then that reaction is out of the question.
Besides, those arms are too skinny to be Megabrawn and now that she's been rolled to the side and on her back she can see it's clearly not a predator.
Well.
A predator that means her harm, anyway.
Alex is bad for her resolve and she swears he knows it.
Especially when she finds him so close to her, his arms wrapped around her and his lips on her neck.
He's definitely doing it on purpose ( ... )
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Women sure are weird.
And disappointing, when a certain one is trying to get him off her. Feeling rebellious, Alex just latches on tighter, sitting up so that Roxanne is more or less in his lap. Against his shirtless chest. Just FYI.]
I'm here! And you are here! And here is... Well, apparently people call it the dressing room and it's weird. I mean seriously, B-movie sci-fi, parallel worlds, clones and doubles and God knows what else wandering around. The place wasn't even like this a few days ago, it usually looks like a normal hotel and then bam, beach day. Or week, whatever. It would be fascinating if there was any way of working out what was causing it.
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She does her best to keep her resolve while perched in his lap, arm slung around his neck while her upper body is pressed against him.
Oh, the irony. Fate has it in for her, she swears.]
It--
Wait.
What?
[That was a lot to take in.]
Dressing room? Beach day? You're not making any sense.
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