Room 417, Thursday evening

[fates_jaye]

It's becoming apparent to Jaye that she's not really getting out enough, save for that little side trip to the Sin the other day which was not for sex purposes thank you, but rather bothering-the-hookers purposes.

If she thinks too hard about that, she might end up putting in a call to Dr. Ron.

But she doesn't wanna, so she's hanging in her room with the door closed and actually reading her spam mail. She really should think too hard about that, because that's a sure sign she needs to get out.

[For he who knows who he is.]

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[fates_jaye]

She takes a bite from the spoon with a "Mm," and finishes off his hand. "Tah dah!"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack stuck the spoon back in the ice cream and held up both hands. "Gorgeous. Thanks, Jaye." He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. "I think I like being your portable Jack."

[fates_jaye]

"Good. Happy to be... non-portable Jaye doesn't work, but whatever I am, I'm glad to be it," she says.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Hey, you could be portable. I could carry you around easily." He wiggled his fingers at her. "Once these are dry."

[fates_jaye]

"One day I might have to make you carry me around the dorms just to see people's reactions," she thinks.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"We can do that." Jack leaned back against the pillows, looking very satisfied with himself. "Pick a day and I'll piggyback you around the dorms, into town, wherever you want. Make it a weekend though, two of my teachers have zero sense of humour."

[fates_jaye]

"I don't know yet that I'll be working tomorrow, but, I think I could make time in my Saturday. I'm making a date to be luggage."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Think of it as a date to be a jockey, not luggage. I have to warn you though, I'm not wearing a bridle." He paused, smirked, and added, "Again."