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

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

It was the gentlemanly thing to do. I hope you sleep well on our couch!

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Oh, the couch is fine. It's the drunk, naked, stolen clothes part that I'm annoyed about!

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Awww, if I didn't have to work today, I'd so be there mocking you. But, I'll leave that to Angel. Also, you should so ask him for his coat to wear back to your room.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

How...sweet.

And at the rate we're going, by the time graduation rolls around, Angel won't have any clothing that I haven't stolen worn at least once.