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fandomhighdorms2011-02-11 11:56 pm
notmyownage) wrote in fandomhighdorms2011-02-11 11:56 pm
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Third floor common room, Friday night
Claudia supposed it was inevitable. She'd come back from the dance, all tired and cheerful and about to open the door to 317 when she heard . . . well. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the odd noises on the other side of the door meant -- just someone who'd watched her share of the raunchier sitcoms over the years. She about-faced and headed for the common room, wondering if she should stay up and try to wait it out, or try to figure out how to make homemade toothpaste out of the stuff she found in the fridge.
She settled onto the couch, pulling an afghan over her shoulders, and flipped on the TV. "Just like a sleepover," she muttered. "A slightly lame, one woman sleepover." Quinn so owed her.
[ooc: Common room is open.]
She settled onto the couch, pulling an afghan over her shoulders, and flipped on the TV. "Just like a sleepover," she muttered. "A slightly lame, one woman sleepover." Quinn so owed her.
[ooc: Common room is open.]