Room 513 of Different International Relations; Late Sunday Afternoon [ 06/07 ].

[stocksgrrl]

Back on her native soil, Turtle decided that she was way too portal-lagged and tired to do much good at fight club. It certainly had nothing to do with the fact that she was also feeling a little....sheepish about the fact that she'd just gone to England for the weekend for a booty call. With her exboyfriend

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[a_demosthenes]

Turtle had struck Valentine as a pretty responsible person, when her brain was thinking straight, anyway, so she figured that, by now, the other girl had returned, and went to go see if her assumptions were right.

Of course they were right.

"Oh, good," Valentine smiled from the door. "You're back. How'd it go?"

[stocksgrrl]

And that would be a slightly displeased look managing to surface out of Turtle's weekend glow, over her shoulder toward the other girl at the door.

"Valentine," she said. "I'd be happy to tell you, but then I wouldn't want you going and telling the whole world after that."