Rebecca Logan

So, kissing girls but not actually going any further with them? Not actually all that helpful in resolving restlessness, it needed to be said.

And Rebecca had -- somehow -- managed to get out of that party without bringing anyone back to her room. Yes, it shocked her too. So, frustrated, she returned to her room in the tiny shorts and tank top that constituted her pajamas, threw the door open with just a bit more force than was strictly necessary, and proceeded to march over to her dresser to take off her earrings so that she could just get into bed already.

Then she dropped one and had to bend down to pick it up, huffing all the while about stupid earrings and stupid dressers and a whole host of things that really ought not to be blamed for any of this, thanks.

[[for one, NSFW, and up early due to this thing called a timezone]]

"And here we have my room," Rebecca announced unnecessarily as she opened the door, "and -- oh, good, my roommate's not here."

So that would be her coat being tossed onto Matt's desk, where, in fact, a lot of her stuff was currently residing. Best roommate ever, right?

"Sooo."

[[continued from here, and i offer no guarantees on its worksafe-ness most emphatically not worksafe. for she of the raspberry lip gloss!]]