43 Unicorn, Monday Morning...ish

[nookiepowered]

When you stumble home from a weekend booty social call in Wales via portal at Godonlyknowswhat o'Clock in the morning (sadly without a stop at your office on the way), you're a little less likely to notice a stranger crashed on your couch than you are when you stumble back downstairs after a few hours of sleep

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[14andseven]

Roland would have liked to claim that this was the first time he'd been woken up by a woman threatening him with a baseball bat.

It was the first time he'd woken up that way and been immediately turned on.

"Uh," he said, then remembered Kenzi's warning to try not to stare at her roommate's boobs. He raised his hands -- and his eyes -- and tried to look non-threatening. "I come in peace." WORD CHOICE, Roland. "Kenzi let me in. I'm not a creepy home invader."

[nookiepowered]

Honestly, Bo would've been insulted if he hadn't had to raise his eyes. Or at least very confused. Slightly more confused than she was now, which was slightly less confused than she'd been a few seconds ago.

"You realize those last two things are so not mutually exclusive," she said, though she lowered the bat to a slightly more casual position.

Because there was a casual position for carrying a baseball bat in your nightclothes in your passes-for-a-living-room.

[14andseven]

"I promise I'm on the side of the light." He might have worded that differently if he knew -- well, pretty much anything about Bo at all.

Well, he knew that her song needed some powerful electric bass, but that didn't actually get much into specifics. And saxophone. Electric bass and saxophone. And probably Barry White.

[nookiepowered]

Yeah, that particular choice of phrase actually opened more questions than it closed, though to be fair she'd have exactly the same reaction if he'd said 'dark.' Namely a cautious narrowing of the eyes and, "Fae?"