*entering the dorms*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

[ooc: continued from Mitchell's Egypt Anthropology class]

*Elizabeth, along with Joan and Beka are half-carrying, half-dragging an unconcious (drooling and snoring Cameron Mitchell) into the building*

He's heavier than he looks


ETA: We're heading towards the basement, to see Drusilla

[ooc: Feel free to help with the transport. Or just take pictures. Or smack him on the ass]

Comments

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

You're good to me.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

You better believe it, darlin' ;)

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Oh, I do. No one's gropes me quite like you do.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Well, maybe if you weren't a member of the Male Celine Dion Fans Brotherhood, you would

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Chicken and egg, baby.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Cycle has to break one day, darlin'

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Yes. But I'm saving myself for Archie. Unless you want me?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

I would if you weren't already spoken for

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

That's too bad.

*sighs*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*pets*