solo_sword: (jayna)
Jaina Solo Fel ([personal profile] solo_sword) wrote2009-02-06 11:27 pm

Room 527, Saturday morning

Jayna was immediately awake as soon as she opened her eyes and stretched, and sat up. She was luckily wearing her purple spandex jumpsuit, because this was a kids' show it might be even stranger to wake up next to a stranger this way. She had no memory of this person and surely wasn't used to having to share a bed, except for maybe those nights when Gleek got lonely.

As it was, she was left with a very confused, "Oh my."


[For the rooms owner. Yes, Jaina is now a Wonder Twin. Oh come on, like the joke was never made in the SW community.]

[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com 2009-02-07 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
John sighed as he stretched awake. God, his head hurt. He winced as his palm found the cut on his cheek while his fingers rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

A glance at the too-young girl making noise in his bed confirmed that he'd plunged right into deep water the night before. "Morning."

[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com 2009-02-07 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably not," he sighed, lifting the covers to get out of bed, pleased he was wearing pants. "I owe you anything?"

[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com 2009-02-07 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Public..?" John started puzzling through that but he was pretty sure his head was already close to exploding. "Hey, if you say your services are free, I'm not complaining. At least lemme give you cab fare before you go."

He bent down to dig into the pocket of a pair of jeans on the floor for some spare cash. Wasn't likely he had much left if his face was any indication.

[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com 2009-02-07 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
She was weird.

And overly peppy for a hooker.

Fuck, it was early. "Yeah, that's a good thing." He'd turned up three dollars and eighty-two cents in his search. "I'll...call you?" No he wouldn't.
Edited 2009-02-07 08:08 (UTC)

[identity profile] missed-the-gate.livejournal.com 2009-02-07 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
John stared after her for a moment before kicking the door shut and crawling back under the covers.

He could use a few more hours to sleep off this hangover.

God, what had he been thinking bringing that purple chick home with him? Right, free sex.