First Floor Lobby: Wednesday Morning

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

Ah. Genderswap day. Layla was up early this morning in the lobby setting up bin of underwear, jeans and t-shirts for the newly awakened guys to partake of.

Everything was organized according to style and then size for the convenience of anyone coming down stairs in a panic of some sort.

Layla then settled down in a sunny spot (please not that her skin was not sparkly, thank you very much) and started reading Ayn Rand for probably the one hundredth time.

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Re: Talk to Layla

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I'm gonna run now," Dinah told her. "And I know you know what I'm going to do, but we don't have to talk about it, right? Do guys do that?" Probably. Jeeez.

Re: Talk to Layla

[iknowstuff.livejournal.com]

"No. Guys don't talk about it," Layla said rolling her eyes. "But you go have fun now."

Re: Talk to Layla

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Not now. Just--" Right. Leaving good. "Thanks, Layla. I owe you." Despite the total embarrassment. Time to retreat to change out of the damn sweatpants in the nearest restroom.