Room 216

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue, supporting a very drunk and half-passed out Cally, somehow makes it into the dorms without incident. The noise coming from the demolition down the hall is deafening, but even it does little to rouse the other girl. Rogue rummages through Cally's pockets, and finally pulls out a key. She sticks it into the lock of room 216--where she is told Cally lives. It doesn't fit.

"What the hell?" she mutters, letting Cally slip to the floor, giggling drunkenly. "Why won't this fricking key work?" Frustrated, she finally throws the keys on the ground, and attempts to pick the lock with--what else? a hairpin and a pocketknife. "At least Pyro's good for something up there." Her denim jacket slips off one shoulder, revealing more of the nightie she wore to the slumber party.

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::having gone from blissful drunk to somewhat forlorn drunk, and very barely conscious::

::eyes looking more at the floor than anyone else
No... no... this is it... I wrote it down... so I wouldn't forget. And i recognise the carpet.

::looks up at River, baffled::

Who... what... how do you know? I... I don't know you...

::concerned look, chews on her lower lip::

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"It's okay, Cally," River assures her. "I'm helping Rogue. We're taking you to bed." Um. Ooops. Cally's intoxication makes
her thoughts substantially more evident, and the images of Cally and Rogue that flow into River's mind are... unusually candid and somewhat erotic.

Oh, my. No, no, no... I'm not taking advantage of either of them. Not unless they invite me to.