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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[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue hugs her back. "You're welcome. We'll have to go on a date hang out when you're sober." She smiles, then stifles a yawn.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::smiles, pulls gently away::

You should get some sleep. ::waves good-bye::

::stumbles inside, leaving the door open. Having no energy to climb up into her bunk, she simply crawls into bed with joan_not_jane::

[ooc: d'oh. Cally temporarily turned into two scary men for a moment. Ignore that.]