Oh, gods...why me?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callynanaders are fun, she says.

You should hang out with them, she says.

Oh look, Callynanders are throwing a Triad Night. You should go, she says.

Have some ambrosia, it's relaxing, she says.

Strip Triad? It'll be fun, she says.

So now I'm drunk, I'm naked, gremlins have stolen my clothes and I've passed out on Crichton's couch.

If I can ever figure out how to get to her, she is so very, very, dead.

Comments

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Being caress with the way the blanket drapes over you?

Oh, you know. Um. Manners and stuff.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Caress the blanket? OMGdirty!

You expect manners from the naked girl with the hangover? Does the soul make you delusional as well as broody?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

No but apparently it makes me unable to spell

Is it too much to ask you not to stab me with a sword as a part of your hangover crankiness? I think not.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Anything it makes you unable to do? Just for future reference.

Where am I going to get a sword from? Crichton doesn't seem the type to have swords conviently lying around to stab annoying vampires with, and in case you didn't notice, I'm naked.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

*The gremlins look indignant. They weren't the ones throwing their clothes away*

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*glares at gremlins for helping get her into situation involving nakedness and broody vampires*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Wrong Ben Browder, Cameron has a sword lying around.