Room 406, early morning

[izzyalienqueen]

Lonnie rolled over as the insistent pounding on her door refused to just go away.



"The fuck?" she asked as she stretched and slowly made her way towards the door. "That better not be you Rath. I told you don't come crawlin' on back ta me when that skank dumped your ass."

She opened the door and stared. "What the hell do you want bitch?"



[OOC: And Isabel is now Lonnie her evil dupe. Post locked to carter_i_am unless you don't mind real slowplay till about 7:30 tonight]

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam wasn't in a good mood after her encounter with Cedric, was still wearing only a sheet, hadn't had coffee, and still had to make her way to detention. "I don't know what the hell crawled up your ass and died, Isabel, nor do I care at this exact moment. Jack's missing."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel? Ain't no way anyone could confuse her with that uptight virgin. Unless she wanted them to, she sneered to herself, remembering the number she and Rath had played on the Royals when they'd been in Roswell.

Lonnie snorted, "And I care why? If you can't keep even like that? Maybe I should find him and show him what he's missing."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

And that hit a little closer to the bone than Sam was willing to admit, particularly this morning. She bristled. "I thought you cared because you were friends, but apparently I was wrong."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Friends? Oh I'm sure we can be very good friends" she drawled, pretty sure her meaning was clear. "But for now? It's too fuckin' early and I'm going back to bed. Get lost or you won't like what I'll do to you." Then Lonnie slammed the door.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam kicked the door with her bare foot and stalked back to her room, muttering under her breath about brain damage and personality overhauls.