{Seventeen (45)} &diams A malibu and coke for you, a G&T for me

[burnt_orangesky]

[[ooc: Pretend this showed up around mid-morning.]]

[There's an ink splotch, like she pressed too hard with a leaky pen. When words appear, they're scrawled haphazardly across the page with none of Fred's usual penmanship.]

sorry I missed the morning session youth I ll come into work tomorrow

fred

[There will be an IC delay before Fred replies to comments, since she got up long enough to drink some water and then stumbled right back into bed.]

Comments

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Undressing her, too? Quite the gentleman you are.

[spandexisyouth]

WHAT? No! Shoes! And socks! So she could sleep better! JUST THOSE!

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Uh huh, sure.

[spandexisyouth]

I AM SURE! ASK FRED!

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

As I understood it, Fred doesn't remember how exactly she got home.

[spandexisyouth]

But [inksmear. Bell has a point.]

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

What was that?

[spandexisyouth]

She knows I am trustworthy, at least.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Trustworthy, yes.
That doesn't mean one can't hope you'll still take advantage of them after escorting them home.

[spandexisyouth]

You are the only one who would appreciate that.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

[spandexisyouth]

Trustworthy does play into it too.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Maybe~

[spandexisyouth]

Yes.

[grab-my-bells.livejournal.com]

Whatever.