Francine Peters

What's worse than naked? Spandex. No, seriously. Spandex with no ice cream. Spandex with boys being weird. Spandex that won't come off and also is confusing and troubling and tiny and blonde and now there needs to be a boy. Right now.

What's better than naked? To be honest, as Merlin hurried her across the hall and into his room Francine was having a hard time coming up (dirty) with an answer to that. ...Or maybe Merlin was just happy to see her.

[OOC: Ahem. See mood.]

So. Um. What Would Tawny Madison Do? Well, after returning from a day like today, she'd freak out about it in private for a while, then make an emergency trip to Dinah's room for um. Supplies. Then she'd pull her tightest jeans and lowest-cut sweater out of the closet. The one she never wore because seriously Aunt Libby, what were you thinking?

And then she'd let herself into her boyfriend's room and sprawl gracelessly artfully across the bed.

And wait.

...And then a hot day would start to get even hotter, especially when she pictured said boyfriend's face when he walked in, and it would for some reason seem like a good idea to just skip the duct tape, superglue and prayers required to stop herself from falling out of that sweater. And the jeans really were kind of tight. And the bra, well. The galaxy had already seen what kind of disasters could befall you there.

It was a lot easier to sprawl artfully across the bed if she wasn't wearing any if it.

And wait.

[OOC: She's waiting for the owner of the room. NO, NOT YOU, CAL. Tweety and her supplies modded with permission.]