This isn't exactly Tosche Station, huh?

After last night's...terrible, terrible experience in the common room, Luke was planning on a nice, relaxing night in his room.

Under his covers.

Whimpering.

Artoo, on the other hand, was at Luke's desk making many, many CDs of the performance.

He'd also propped the door open when Luke wasn't paying attention. Evil droid.

[OOC: ooooopen!]

"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.