Room 417, Friday Morning
Feb. 27th, 2009 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iamnotallgirlJack woke up on Friday morning and idly flicked through Jill's memory as one might, say, a magazine. Spring break, everyone was on a cruise, except Jill because of stupid Jack--load of resentment there, and she could just get over herself.
He was so busy meditating on the whininess that was Jill that it took him a few minutes to realize he essentially had the place all to himself. Then he leapt straight out of the bed and shouted, "WOOHOO!"
This was going to be awesome.
Now. What should he do first?
((Establishy!))
He was so busy meditating on the whininess that was Jill that it took him a few minutes to realize he essentially had the place all to himself. Then he leapt straight out of the bed and shouted, "WOOHOO!"
This was going to be awesome.
Now. What should he do first?
((Establishy!))
