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tatooine_doofus) wrote2007-01-20 10:19 pm
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Room 213 [late Saturday night]
"Here's the room I was telling you about," Luke said, walking up to Rory's room. "I can break into it and we can have...privacy."
He had plans, you see.
Just not exactly what Rory probably had in mind.
He had plans, you see.
Just not exactly what Rory probably had in mind.
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He clenched his hands together. "He didn't give you a name, did he?"
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He leaned his head back against the door with a tired sigh.
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He hadn't moved from his spot by the door.
"Better?"
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Becky gave him a lascivious grin. "Magic hands?"
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"I told you I'd make it worth your while. I can do magic. Go me."
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At least not with Rory. Because so, so, so wrong.
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Rory was going to just keel over and die on Monday, yes.
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"Rowr."
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Please don't ask for ice cream or cherries or chocolate or whipped cream... Luke's inner voice babbled.
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"You're not supposed to eat the cherry stems," he said, fumbling for his comlink. "Who would deliver oysters?"
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