Second floor common room, Tuesday evening

[fates_jaye]

There's nothing to do, so Jaye wanders to the second floor, kicks her feet up on the coffee table, and waits for someone to entertain her.

And someone had better entertain her. Preferrably with antics.

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[fates_jaye]

"Yeah. But um. Yeah."

And then, just to make herself feel like she's got some sort of footing her at freaking ALL, says, "You do have a really great butt, though."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"It's even better without pants," he blurts out before he actually realises what he's saying.

[fates_jaye]

Zomg. "Well, I've seen you in your boxers, so that would be the next logical step," she says. ZOMG.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Maybe, but not before we even the odds." Because attack is the defense and seriously, if she saw him in boxers, it's only fair.

[fates_jaye]

Flail, flail, flail. But she shrugs and says, "You know where I live."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron clears his throat. "Right." He wonders if he just got an invitation to compare... Yeah, so not going to think about that. "Uh, nice shoes." Not that he's even looking at them.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye sticks her legs back onto the coffee table. Where he can see her shoes. "Thanks."

Zomg.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

He tilts his head. "Nice legs."

[fates_jaye]

"They're better without pants," she says automatically.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Maybe when we take a look at your ass," Cameron smirks and jumps to his feet. "Night, Jaye."

[fates_jaye]

She smiles back. "Night," she says. And stays firmly where she's sitting. Like, glued to the sofa. Really.