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fandomhighdorms2008-10-11 03:03 pm
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Second Floor Boy's Bathroom, Saturday afternoon
Richard J. Grayson, Esq woke up in the shower. "It was all just a dream," he said, remembering his fictional silly bout with amnesia and a nap in a church that clearly never happened. What kind of schmuck was named 'DJ' anyway? Not THIS kind of schmuck. Richard was a schmuck with money who all the women wanted and all the men wanted to be (and possibly wanted as well because he really was that hot). If only he didn't have that mysterious past that he could never reveal to ANYONE unless it was during November or February or May...
But none of that mattered right now, because he was showering. Oh yeah.
[OOC: As far as Dick is concerned, nothing before waking up in the shower happened. Also, post is open.]
But none of that mattered right now, because he was showering. Oh yeah.
[OOC: As far as Dick is concerned, nothing before waking up in the shower happened. Also, post is open.]

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In truth, her reasons for going in were anything but innocent. She hoped someone had left some jewelry or electronic trinket, something of value, that she could pawn for drug money.
She crept into the bathroom as quietly as she could and cast a quick and practiced eye over the counters and floor. She might have even gotten away silently if she hadn't knocked over an entire row of shampoo bottles while trying to check behind them.
She froze at the clatter, hoping whoever was int he shower hadn't noticed.
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Her eyes had fallen on the jeans, and she was trying to figure out a way to get that wallet out of the pocket without him noticing.
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She would gag at herself later. Right now, she wanted that wallet.
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Her kisses were crossing from PG-13 into soft R territory. Kissing him was never exactly a hardship, and if she needed to seduce him to get the wallet, she'd make sure they both had a good time. It would distract her from the jonesing.
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And then she returned to the way she had been distracting him, pulling them both to the floor.
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She had a dealer to find.