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Jacob had woken up to a lot of snow, a powerless dormitory and a growling stomach. The latter two had cause a problem because cornflakes were just cornflakes and Jacob wanted to more. The blizzard hadn't caused much of an obstacle, not when you could change into a werewolf built to brave cold weather. He'd been across the island in a flash and while he'd gotten some strange looks for showing up in just a pair of jeans at J,GOB, the baker hadn't asked any questions. Which was once more evidence of how much the people on the island had gotten used to situations like this and luckily, the bakery had a back up generator. So Jacob had gotten a huge bag full of pastries for 'those poor students'. He suspected that J,GOB hadn't really been expecting a whole lot of customers.

So now, said bag had been upended on the dinner table. The bag itself had been thrown into the bin in Jake's room. It wouldn't do to have anyone take notice of the teeth marks on it. Jacob lay sprawled upon the couch in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, his hair still a little wet, while he munched on a muffin. In his boredom, he might just end up eating his way through the stack of food.

Best not to let him stay bored.

[Brought to you by Food Delivery Services Jacob Black. Open, of course.]

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"No," Elena said, tilting her head at the other girl with some curiosity. "Why, didn't you get mine?"

Elena was fairly immune to embarrassment, and had not yet figured out that her phone messages had ended up in some seriously amusing places, no.

(and I am FLEEING for RL for at least the next few hours. SP ok?)

"You called?" Karla asked, effectively answering that question. "Umm, no, I didn't. But I'd called you to talk about a couple of different things, including--" her cheeks pinkened a bit, showing that she was not as immune from embarrassment as Elena. "--a bit of, umm, fashion advice?"

Sexy fashion advice.

"Fashion advice?" Elena grinned. That was far more interesting than some missing phone messages. "Is this fashion advice that has to go with, say, impressing someone in particular?"

Dressing for Seduction: with your host, Elena. The girl who was still trying to nail her boss.

"I DIDN'T SAY THAT!" Karla protested quickly.

She didn't also not say that, either.

Elena was not laughing at the other blonde.

Really.

Honestly.

"Do I get a name?"

"I didn't say anything about that," Karla said again. Followed by a mumbled...."George."

"Geooooorge," Elena said, drawing it out. "Not a bad name. Are we talking 'I want him to notice me' first-date outfit, or lingerie, or ..."

"Not lingerie!" Karla was practically incandescent. "We're friends already. And we sometimes kiss. But I'm still not sure about anything. Something that's eye catching, but without looking like a whore, really."

"Cleavage is good for that," Elena said. "You're going for eye-catching but demure, like, 'oops, I didn't realize how sexy I look.' Right?"

"Exactly!" Karla said, relieved that Elena understood, since Karla hadn't known how to explain it. "...Not that I have cleavage to show."

"You have plenty," Elena grinned. "How free are your Thursdays? I work at the clothing shop in town, then. We could abuse my employee discount."

"I have class" with George "and then I usually visit the library" to see George "but my afternoons are pretty open. That sounds like it would be--" well, not fun, exactly, but... "--the best time to do it. Do you mind if Emma comes along? I think she'd have fun, too. Probably laughing at me."

Karla, Emma, and Elena in a clothing store with alcohol. Nothing good could come of this.

"Bring her," Elena laughed. "She can share the liquor and help me doll you up. Something black, maybe? Black's versatile enough to be sexy without seeming like that's what you were going for.'

"I like black," Karla said instantly, thinking of her Widow's Weeds. "Black is good." She chewed on her last pastry for a moment. "I really like the idea of an accidental sexy," she said thoughtfully. "I don't think I can pull off intentionally sexy. But I might not look completely ridiculous if it's unintentional."

"The truth is," Elena said, "most of what gets taken as 'sexy' is just confidence. Find an outfit that you think looks good on you, and walk into the room like you own it. Most of the guys will fall at your feet. Attitude matters more than what color skirt you matched that top with."

"I have plenty of attitude," Karla said with a grin...before admitting, "Just not that kind."

As far as Karla was concerned, she was far too angular and bony to be anything more than really pretty. Her hair was nice, but she doubted never going to be the type of female who had males falling at her feet.

5th floor common room - Morning

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