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Room 416, Thursday Evening
Aug. 25th, 2017 01:28 amThere'd been a warehouse, and a drink, and flirting, and somehow all of that had not led to Xanthippe blowing this whole situation and embarrassing herself into taking the earliest possible portal out of Fandom or something.
In fact, instead, it had led her here.
Outside room 416. They'd passed by her room because there was no way she was adding the possibility of Ringo into this equation. She was nervous enough as it was.
And trying to hide it. Right now, with a casual hair-toss. "So, this is your room? I didn't realize you lived so, like, close to me."
[ooc: For the guy, for SP, and probably NSFW-bound unless Xan flails herself out of it before then!]
In fact, instead, it had led her here.
Outside room 416. They'd passed by her room because there was no way she was adding the possibility of Ringo into this equation. She was nervous enough as it was.
And trying to hide it. Right now, with a casual hair-toss. "So, this is your room? I didn't realize you lived so, like, close to me."
[ooc: For the guy, for SP, and probably NSFW-bound unless Xan flails herself out of it before then!]
