Room 505: Tuesday Night
Nov. 10th, 2009 11:24 pmThoroughly showered and de-veggie-gutted, Francine, wet hair draped over her shoulder, was picking at way too much take-out from the diner and eying the tray of lemon squares like she might just skip dinner entirely and go straight to dessert.
Any resemblance to the picking she was doing at events of this week in general or last night in particular was purely coincidental. In some universe.
[OOC: For various members of the clustre du fucque.]
Any resemblance to the picking she was doing at events of this week in general or last night in particular was purely coincidental. In some universe.
[OOC: For various members of the clustre du fucque.]