Room #142: In bed with Tara and CJ

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara leads CJ by the hand back to the dorms, smiling shyly before the door to #142. "Um, this is me. Us."

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[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

This is lovely, Tara. You are so good to let me stay. [The walk has done wonders to sober her up]

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara smiles, shrugging. "You're always welcome. Now, do I get to put those little plaits in your hair? Or do you just want to crash? I've only got the one bed, but it's a Queen, and I promise to keep my hands to myself."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Braiding would be fun. I had it done in Cancun once. And it'll give us time to chat.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Something to drink?" Tara asks, heading to the tiny kitchenette to put on the kettle. Coffee, I'll bet. Everyone here drinks coffee.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Do you have tea?

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara stops, halfway there, and turns. "I love you." She grins. "I've got English Breakfast, Orange Pekoe, or herbal - about half a dozen varieties. What do you feel like?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Ten makes me Lady Grey...[she smiles]...How about English Breakfast?

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara nods. "Sure." She turns her back to CJ to make the tea, but there's no dividing wall, so they can still talk comfortably. "Cancun, huh? You wild woman."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I like Cancun. It's warm. We used to fly down for the weekend when I lived in California...when I made lots of cash and didn't have a drug habit to spend it on. [She laughs lightly at her own joke]

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Oh, um... when did you have a drug habit?" Tara bites her lip. "I'm sorry. None of my business. Um, milk, sugar or lemon?"

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

No, no...I never did. But in Hollywood, that's abnormal. My vice was shoes. A little milk and sugar would be nice, thanks.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara adds the milk and sugar, and brings over a cup of English Breakfast for CJ and a lemon and ginger for herself. "Mine has to steep for a while, so I can get started on your hair." She gestures CJ to take a seat, either on one of the breakfast stools or on the bed.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She sits on the bed, blowing across the top of her tea] This really is like a sleepover.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara grins. "Only if we end up having a pillowfight, or playing Truth or Dare. Or Never Never." She grabs a brush, and runs it through CJ's hair, carefully teasing out the day's tangles before she chooses a section to plait.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

We always watched cheesy horror movies and compared boobs. Breasts. Sorry.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"'sokay," Tara smiles. "Different worlds."

((family just came home, brb))

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Well, keep in mind it was probably 1979 the last time I had a genuine sleepover.

[She sips her tea]

Would you mind if I ask how old you are, Tara?

((np, but have to go in 8 minutes. bed is calling))

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Tara frowns. "Um, that's actually a bit complicated, because for a while there I... wasn't. Um, for about three years. But biologically I just turned twenty three." She shrugs, as if such things don't really matter.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Just turned? When was your birthday?

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Sunday. But with everything going on with Maia, it didn't seem appropriate to celebrate. I just got a slice of pie from Deb's and ate it in the clinic."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Tara, that's sad...let me wish you a happy birthday and a joyful following year.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, CJ." Tara quickly finishes off the plait she's working on and puts her arms around CJ for a hug. "Thank you."