Room 401, Friday Night
Jul. 6th, 2007 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ashockingbitchInside room 401, a blonde British girl paced back and forth, haranguing someone on her brand-new iPhone and furiously smoking Embassy Tip cigarettes.
"Focusing on the outdoors? The OUTDOORS? You sent me to commune with bloody nature??"
"Ah," said the Midnighter. "You finally read the class description for Interdisciplinary Studies."
"And I'm the TA for a class with sodding animals."
"What, really?"
"What?"
"You sod the animals? I didn't realize it was that kind of school."
"NO. Fuck you. Do you know what TA stands for?"
"Yes." He snickered. The poncy git actually snickered. "You're expanding your horizons." Then there was a cut-off shriek and a muffled thump. "Can I call you back? I'm actually in the middle of something."
God, how she missed this part. "No, what are you up to?"
"Giant squirrel. Atlanta. Rampage."
That was actually a first, but Jenny saw an easy solution. "Have your boyfriend fly a few holes in it and you're home in time for supper."
"Husband," he corrected her absently.
"I've seen the wedding video; that really doesn't count. It was just sad." And this was considering that her own wedding, back in the day, had involved her holding a gun on the officiant and a hasty annulment once the groom turned out to be evil.
"Jenny."
"Fine, fine," she sighed. "I'll call you back." She hung up and went to sulk about this in her diary.
((Closed!))
"Focusing on the outdoors? The OUTDOORS? You sent me to commune with bloody nature??"
"Ah," said the Midnighter. "You finally read the class description for Interdisciplinary Studies."
"And I'm the TA for a class with sodding animals."
"What, really?"
"What?"
"You sod the animals? I didn't realize it was that kind of school."
"NO. Fuck you. Do you know what TA stands for?"
"Yes." He snickered. The poncy git actually snickered. "You're expanding your horizons." Then there was a cut-off shriek and a muffled thump. "Can I call you back? I'm actually in the middle of something."
God, how she missed this part. "No, what are you up to?"
"Giant squirrel. Atlanta. Rampage."
That was actually a first, but Jenny saw an easy solution. "Have your boyfriend fly a few holes in it and you're home in time for supper."
"Husband," he corrected her absently.
"I've seen the wedding video; that really doesn't count. It was just sad." And this was considering that her own wedding, back in the day, had involved her holding a gun on the officiant and a hasty annulment once the groom turned out to be evil.
"Jenny."
"Fine, fine," she sighed. "I'll call you back." She hung up and went to sulk about this in her diary.
((Closed!))
