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poster: Jen date: 30 November 2001, 10;04pm EST I left Max at his door and headed up to my room to study, thankful that Cassie was out. I had enough trouble concentrating on my books even in total silence and she studied with the music blaring. I certainly wasn’t going to tell her turn it off. It was her room. I was the invader here; an invader who was hopelessly behind in their classes. Ms Munroe wasn’t going to make me do any make up work for English, but I was still going to be responsible for all the history, geometry and chemistry I missed. Having only attended two days of classes, I already knew two things: one - I was completely and hopelessly behind, and two - they weren’t going to just pass me to get me out of their room. Which meant I was going to have to study. Not that it would help. I’ve eeked along with barely passing grades since kindergarten. Even there I flunked "Personal and Social Habits" - big freaking surprise there, right? I snapped on my lamp and pulled out the history tome I’d been assigned. Might as well get started. Max was going to be a while cleaning up and getting something to eat that he didn’t have to kill himself. I still couldn’t quite believe what I’d seen, how he’d been. What I’d pushed him to. It was terrifying. Max hadn’t been there at all. He was an animal. Acting on pure instinct. Unapologetically consumed by his animal nature. I kind of envied him. Shaking of those thoughts for another time, I began read about the struggles of the Roman Empire, wishing that I actually cared.
poster: nacey date: 3 December 2001, 7:04pm EST I felt a lot better today. Classes were a breeze, even though I had a lot of catching up to do. Thankfully my classmates were more than willing to share their notes with me. I was walking across the basketball court in the afternoon on my way to the lawn where a lot of the students sat and hung out when the weather was nice when Bobby ran up to me. "Hey Max - you feeling better today?" I smiled. "Yeah Bobby, thanks for asking." I was genuinely touched that he'd bothered to check up on me. I mean, they're my friends, sure, but it was kind of weird. I was sort of, Logan's adoptive offspring, so they took care of me because I was one of the Big X, ya know? With them being a couple of years older than me, we didn't share classes or anything. Mainly attitudes and interests and bad habits. "Great. The gang are hanging out later tonight, you should stop by my room with us. Bring Sarah too." Shit. Hanging out - I had study to catch up on. Study I could cram in tomorrow... geez. Study, or shoot the breeze with the funnest people I've ever known? No brainer. "Sure, sounds like fun." Bobby slapped me on the shoulder. "Great! Seeya round eight then?" "Yeah, yeah totally." Eight. That gave me some time for some quick reading. Perhaps I could hang out with Sarah and we could study together. Hmm. I made it across to the lawn, and she was waiting there, funny little frown on her face as she read the book in her lap. I collapsed onto the ground next to her, playfully, running a fingertip over her cheek. "Hey." She glanced to me, a little amused smile on her face. "Hey." I frowned in thought. "Can I kiss you?" She stared at me a moment. "Yes." Yay, I thought. I leant up, pressing my lips to hers, fully enjoying the sweet 'hello' caress. After a moment I let go, laying back down on the grass. Yup, I was in a great mood. "So - watcha doing tonight?" She was reading the book again. "Catch up studying." I sighed. "Well... we've been invited to hang out in Bobby's room tonight with Jubes and Johnny and the rest of them. I guess you're studying though... so ya can't go."
poster: Jen date: 9 December 2001, 5:12pm EST OOC: I’m in a mood. The little thrill that rushed through me at the word ‘we’ve’ - ‘we’ve’ like I’m part of a couple or something - plummeted a second later. I watched him, wondering exactly what was going on. Why the excuse? I thought he liked me...guess not. I should have known better. "Yeah, studying, right." Like it was going to help. "Maybe next time." He stretched out beside me, and opened his book. I turned my attention back to mine. Max might not want me hanging with him and his friends, but at least he wasn’t ditching me altogether. "You could come down when you take a break." He offered a few minutes later, with a strong nudge to my shoulder. "Unless nerds don’t take study breaks." "Nerd? Do I look like a nerd to you?" I asked, trying to give a good glare, but I failed miserably as he plucked the pencil from behind my ear. Max twirled the pencil in his fingers. "Yup." "Well," I drawled, crawling over to him, deliberately brushing my breasts against his chest as I took back my pencil. "This is one nerd who loves a good party."
poster: nacey date: 10 December 2001, 10:18am EST OOC: So am I. Oh, and the smacking and the 'Biologically Unsound' joke comes from Platinum Grit. (The comic). http://www.platinumgrit.com It's a *really* cool comic. I couldn't help it. I chuckled as she leant over the top of me, giving away the seriousness I'd been putting on. I grinned cheekily at her. "You totally believed that I was gonna go without you, didn't you?" She hit me then, shaking her head with a cocked smile. "You jerk." I giggled, wrapping my arms about her and rolling on top of her. "I love it when you get rough." She growled, and we playfought for a while, books tossed aside as we tumbled on the lawn. She grabbed a book and thumped me upside the head with it. I let out a yowl. "What was that for?!" "Tricking me," she said, and thumped me again. "Ah-howwww," I moaned, and then bit her neck. She gave an angry moan of her own. "That's cheating!" To rub insult into the wound, I blew a raspberry where I'd been biting her gently. "Yuck!" She flipped me over, pressing my head to the ground so I was pinned. "You're payin' for that one..." That's when I felt the wet finger dipping into my hear canal and wriggling. I had big ears, so it was extra revolting. "Yaaaaah! That's gross! Stop, stop!" Thump! "Say it!" Ow... "Say what?!" "Sarah is a Goddess..." She had me pinned to the ground, her heavy chemistry book in her hands, waiting to impact on my forehead. No way, wasn't gonna let her win that one. "No!" THUMP! "Sarah... is the sexiest being Max has ever laid eyes on..." "Never!" THUMP! "Sarah is the greatest girlfriend Max has ever had..." I frowned. "You're the only girlfriend I've ever had." THUMP! "Hey!" She grinned. "Wrong answer." "Aren't you worried about hurting me?" She then looked positively evil. "You'll heal." I frowned. She lifted a brow. "Are you gonna say it?" "No!" THUMP! "Sarah is the loveliest woman you've ever seen!" "NO! Sarah is biologically UNSOUND!" THUMP! "This is hurting you more than it's hurting me," she said. Suddenly, a throat cleared. Sarah looked up, and I followed where she was looking. Logan stood there, his arm interlocked with Rogue. They looked as if they were going for their afternoon stroll through the gardens. "Is this some new kinda foreplay I ain't heard of yet?" he said, smirking. I sighed. "You're always at the wrong place at the wrong time, aren't you?" Logan lifted a hand, "Well gee, if I'm that welcome I'll just go..." Sarah rolled her eyes, dismounting me and pulling me up. She dusted some dried grass bits off me. "I was just asserting myself. Siddown if ya want." Rogue smiled. "Don't mind if we do... unless we're interrupting-" "Me getting my head pounded in?" I shook my head. "Nah, Sare and I can catch up on that later." Logan and Rogue sat down with us, and it was wierd. We talked - talked about all sorts of stuff. Logan asked about school, and about how I was feeling. Rogue talked to me and Sarah, chatted in that warm gentle way of hers that made you feel so special. I could see that the kindness of Rogue was something new to Sarah, and she liked it. I'm glad. Sure, Sarah and I should have been studying, but I wouldn't have traded sitting on the lawn, talking with my surrogate big brother and one of the best friends I'd ever known for anything. I was able to share the two relationships that had saved me with the girl that meant the most to me in the world. It was really, really cool.
poster: Jen date: 11 December 2001, 1:10pm EST This afternoon was weird. Max just chatted along with Logan and Rogue like it was perfectly natural to hold a casual conversation with a superior. Logan didn’t say much to me, speaking mostly to Max, which was fine with me. I wouldn’t have known what to say. Small talk was not one of my skills, but Rogue seemed to be making an effort to include me conversation. The first few times she asked me something I froze - waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it didn’t. She was really nice. Even invited me shopping again, since I lost all the clothes I bought the last time when I ...left... the theatre so abruptly. Clothes. Oh crap. I guess it’s BDU’s for the party. I really need to take Rogue up on that shopping offer. Max doesn’t seem to care, but ... "You weren’t planning on wearing those?" Cassie inquired, looking up from putting on her makeup as I pulled a pair of clean, razor creased trousers from my drawer. Apparently other people do. "I don’t exactly have a lot of options." "But I do." That smile is scary. Especially when combined with her dive into the closet. Cassie’s closet. That means another dress. Oh, just shoot me now. Cassie’s previous low-key ‘hey- pick anything’ approach was nowhere in sight. I guess clothes were more important for an event where you were expected to keep them on. I never thought I’d say it, but sitting here, watching Cassie dig through that closet, tossing items right and left, I think I actually miss my uniform. It was so much easier. I think that squeal, and Cassie’s emergence, means she’s found something. "Oh no. No way!" "Dude. It’s perfect!" "It’s a dress. Hell, it’s only half a dress." I argued, but soon caved in, putting on the flowered sundress and matching sandals, after Cassie agreed to wear a dress too. If I were going to look stupid, she’d be joining me. Max’s knock pre-empted the brewing argument over make-up. "Woah... you look... woah..." "Like an idiot," I grumbled, tugging up the top of the dress. "No...You look... beautiful." "Thanks." I am not blushing. I do not blush. "You said something about a party?" I asked, slipping my hand in his. Laughing and teasing, we headed for Bobby’s room. So far, this had been a great day. No one - not one person yelled at me today. I got to play with Max, talk to Logan and Rogue and spent quality wardrobe time with my roommate (*snark*). And now a party. I was kinda interested in what a party full of mutants was going to be like. Jubilee alone caused havoc wherever she went. And Bobby and his pranks... I’d only been here a few days (conscious) and I’d already seen Logan and Scott chase him through the building hollering about one of his exploits. This was going to be fun.
poster: nacey date: 21 December 2001, 9:16pm EST OOC: Partaaay! I knocked on the door to Bobby's room, wrapping Sarah's arms around my waist playfully. She laughed, but it was a playfully annoyed kinda sound. "Stop that," she said, "It'll make me look like the adoring girlfriend." I smirked. "You are the adoring girlfriend." *THWAP* My hair fluffed in ten different directions. "...Ow." I smiled doggedly. "JUST OPEN THE DOOR ALREADY!" Aah. Jubilee. Cordial as always. I stepped in, half dragging, half wrestling Sarah in after me. Bobby was sitting at a couch, his latest boyfriend's head in his lap. He threw up an arm and grinned. "Hey! It's Max!" A half-drunken chorus of varied greetings hit us. There were about thirty people crammed into the tiny room, and it wasn't till I tried to see who was there that I noticed Rogue sitting next to Jubilee at the bar fridge. Cool, she was here. If things didn't go well, Sarah had someone to talk to. I traipsed over to Bobby, stepping over a few people in the process, holding Sarah's wriggling hand. "Hey dude," I said, smiling. "You know Sarah?" Bobby tilted his head to see Sarah, because she was sort of hiding behind me at this point. "Hey Sarah! Great to have you here. Nice dress." Sarah winced a smile back at him. "Thanks." "Dudes - there's a drink in the fridge, and a crack-pot on top of it." I glanced to the fridge. Jubilee sat on top, designer drink in hand, whirling her hand in circles as she chatted to Rogue and making pretty sparkles in the air. Yep... pretty much. "Don't feed her anything - especially if it has sugar in it. Go crazy guys!" I smiled laxly, mussing Bobby's impeccible gelled hair before moving off to the fridge. Bobby let out a bleat at the move, but I think he realised after I removed my hand that there was so much crap in his hair that a force 5.9 earthquake couldn't shift it. It was then I made eye contact with Jubilee as we arrived at the fridge, and she squealed, opening her arms wide. "Maaaaaaaaxieeee!" she cried, wrapping the arms around my neck and nearly knocking me off my feet. She pursed her lips and ooohed at me as if I was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. "If it *isn't* my favourite kitty-boy!" "Her kitty-boy," I said, pointing a finger at Sarah. Rogue chuckled, hiding her smile behind her beer bottle. "That's her third lemon and vodka drink." Jubilee leant to Sarah conspiratorially, taking her hand and shaking it. "Heya. I haven't gotten to talk to you yet, so hi, okay? I'm tellin' ya, girl, you got one a' the spunkiest boys in the damn school, aa'ight?" "Yup, very spunky," she said, with a little leering grin that kinda had me worried. Jubilee grabbed Sarah's shoulder then, gathering the girl under her arm and pointing to her around the bottle in her hand. "You stick with me, Sarah, I like you. Me an' Rogue got it happening here, you're in the posse." She looked to me then and frowned. "I wanna initiate her with girl talk so scoot!" She pushed at my chest. "Go talk to boys about the size of your penis or sommin'." I laughed, nodding as Jubilee pushed me away. I looked to Sarah. "You'll be all right here?" Sarah smirked. "Get me drink and I'll be just fine. Go on.. go. Penis talk awaits." I sighed, a tired smile on my face, and looked to Rogue. "We allowed spirits, Ma'am?" She narrowed her eyes and pointed at me with the spout of her beer. "A bit, but don't go crazy - you know you're underaged." I dipped inside the bar fridge under Jubilee, digging around to see what was there. "Besides," added Rogue. "The last thing we want on our hands is an improptu performace by the one and only Max Stockard of Pink Floyd's greatest hits..." "Logan said my rendition was stirring," I said, reaching to the shelf behind Jubilee to get two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. "I think he was probably talking about his stomach content," sniggered Rogue, and I lifted my nose in a huff. "I think I do pretty well on the guitar for a guy with huge fingerpads and claws." I poured a whiskey for Sarah, and one for myself. Handing the drink to her, I kissed her briefly before turning to go. "Have fun," I said. "I'll be just over there!" I glanced back to Sarah as I waded across the room to join Bobby and the crew again, and seeing her laugh and talk with the helplessly inebriated Jubilee and Rogue, somehow I thought she was going to be just fine.
poster: Jen date: 23 December 2001, 11:05pm EST OOC: I hope I got Jubilee right. I've never written her before. "...And then I say ‘no way mister. Nuhuh. You’re not getting’ in my bed.’" "I wish I coulda seen the look on Wolvie’s face," Jubilee cackled, nearly losing her precarious perch on the refrigerator. "After he sputtered like a dying fish for a minute, he took his pillow and stretched out on the floor and pouted." "Oh, please tell me he was wearin the yellow smiley face whosit’s we bought." "Nope." Rogue grinned and took a demure sip from her beer. "Scooby Doo." "Scooby Doo, huh." Sarah asked grinning. It was good to have dirt on your mentor. Sarah figured that somehow, someday, she was going to need all the leverage she could get. And Scooby Doo was just too priceless to pass up. "Abso-friggn-lutley, chica. Rogey here’s a Master. Stick with her and she’ll teach you allll the tricks." With a flourish, or just a serious lack of balance, Jubes tilted back her box of Nerds, and fell off the refrigerator. Upending the offensively empty box, Jubilee sat on the floor looking rather dejected. It didn't last long. With another annoyed looka t the empty carton, Jubes shouted, "Sugar Run!" Hopping up,Jubilee grabbed Sarah’s arm in a surprisingly strong grip. "Come on, Sare. We need snacks. Watch it boys. Women on a mission!" "Sare-" Max asked, worry etched on his face. "I’ll take good care of her Maxxie. She couldn’t be in better hands. Now outta the way!" Jubes thumped Max on the chest and he fell back onto the couch, landing in Bobby’s lap. "Jubes, I-" "Come on Chica. I need food." Jubes gave Max cheerful (drunken) waves and tumbled out of the room. "Man. Nothing good can come of that." Bobby said looking at the door the two girls had just exited. Max rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. "I know." ****** Jubilee skipped down the stairs singing, ‘What do you do with a drunken sailor’. Sarah rolled her eyes and, considering the wisdom of accompanying the older girl on her sugar run, raced to catch up. The least she could do now was watch her back and keep her out of trouble. "Shhh..." Sarah hissed as Jubilee switched to an off-key rendition of "Margaritaville." They were sooo going to get caught if Jubes didn’t shut up. "We’re hunting wabbits." And that didn’t appear likely. "Wait." Sarah listened at the door for a minute. "Okay. Coast clear. Move out." Jubilee tried. She really did, but her balance had gone the way of the dodo. She bumped into the door and laid herself out along the floor. Giggling Sarah helped Jubes to her feet and, in the spirit of things even joined in with Jubilee’s attempt at he "Candy man" song as she rummaged through the pantry for ‘Acceptable Sugary Snacks.' What ever they were. "Oooh!! You gotta try this" Jubes exclaimed, ripping open the little paper tube. Sarah was standing lookout for the pantry-raiding Jubilee. Which, if Sarah’d been thinking clearly, she would have known was a waste of time given how much noise her Asian companion was making. "Open!" Sarah barely had a moment to register the command before her mouth was filled with a powdery sugary substance. "Ugh god. What the hell is that?" "Pixie Sticks!!" Suddenly serious, Jubilee regarded her new friend with a frown. "We gotta get you out more." "Right. Any lollies in there?" Jubilee dug some more and emerged with a handful of Blow Pops. Grinning, she tucked them in Sarah’s cleavage. At Sarah’s raised eyebrow, Jubilee shrugged. "Face it, chica, we could stash enough sugar to put me in a coma down there." Sarah chose not to dignify that with a response, choosing instead to drag the sugar-inhaling Jubilee back up to Bobby’s room, but halfway down the hall, her plans changed abruptly. Skidding to a stop, she slammed Jubes back against the wall. Ignoring the older girl’s soft yelp of pain, Sarah tasted the air once again. "Shit. Someone’s down there." "Huh, who?" Sarah slapped a hand over the girl’s mouth and whispered - or it might have been a whisper if she hadn’t had quite so much whiskey. "We need a plan." "Right. A plan. Put our heads together" WHACK. "Ow," Sarah said rubbing her forehead. "Maybe not that close together." "Oh right. Sorry. The plan." "We need a div.. div... we need to get them out of the way." "Right!" Jubilee replied dropping the snacks and waggling her fingers, sparkles flaring from her fingertips. "Jesus no!" Sarah hissed, slapping Jubilee’s hands down, ignoring the frown on her new friend’s face. "There another set of stairs?" "Well, shit yeah, chica. This place got more stairs than the...than the...it’s got a shitload of stairs." Sarah followed Jubilee through the living room, tasting the air to make sure they avoided any other late night prowlers, when she tasted it. Good whiskey has a taste like nothing else on earth - and that soft, burning aroma was filling her mouth, even though the bottle and the locked liquor cabinet. Sarah dropped to her knees, examining the large wooden cabinet, from which the enticing flavor was coming. "What are you doin’ chica?" Jubilee asked tugging on Sarah’s sleeve. That’s the Prof’s." "Refreshments!" Sarah grinned evilly and eyed the lock once more. "Wait here." Sarah bolted back to the kitchen. Returning moments later, she used the pilfered nut pick to pop the lock in mere seconds. "Whoa," Jubilee breathed. "You’re good." Sarah beamed and passed back a bottle of vodka to her awestruck friend. "Lotsa practice." Pulling out the open bottle of whiskey, Sarah gently shut the cabinet door and used her skirt to wipe off any hint of fingerprints. "Ready?" "I knew I liked you." Jubes said laying a big, wet smacking kiss on Sarah’s cheek. Max was standing at the top of the stairs, watching the progress of the two giggling girls up the stairs. "I was getting worried." "Relax, Morris, I brought her back in one piece." Max rolled his eyes as Jubilee darted back into Bobby’s room. "You okay" "Yup." Sarah smiled and pulled the bottle of whiskey from behind her back "You up for a little private party?"
poster: nacey date: 12 January 2001, 8:10pm EST Up for a private party? Tempting... oh so tempting. But it had only been an hour or two since we arrived, and I thought it be best to put in more of an appearance than that. I wound my arm around her and directed her back into the room. "Later, babe. We're wanted inside." She sighed, fiddling with the lid of the whiskey. "What for? They'll drink my whiskey." I looked at the bottle, tilted it, and all but shat myself. "Holy Christ Sarah! This is the Professor's!!" ""Uh huh. He has good taste." "But it's the Professor's!" "So?" She widened her eyes at me like I was a dullard. "He can buy more, he's loaded enough." Oh man, she was starting to sound like Jubilee. I felt like dropping to the floor and rocking back and forth, wrapping myself in my arms. I held onto the bottle tightly. "We can return it! While he's still not around!" She yanked it from my hands and glared at me. "Hell no! I did some supreme lockpicking to get this. I went to all the damned trouble liftin' this and you wanna put it *back*?!" "Yes!" I hissed, "Before they realise someone's been in the liquor cabinet!" Sarah frowned pragmatically. "Well babe, they're gonna know. Jubilee's got the bottle of vodka we found, and making quite a dent in it." She pointed behind me, and I really *really* freaked. "JEAN'S VODKA?!" She looked over to the bottle of vodka which contents were dwindling in the hands of Jubilee, and pursed her lips in thought. "Hmm. Jean didn't strike me as the vodka type. I figured she was one of those snooty wine poeple." "She IS!" I bleated, then cleared my throat, rubbing my hands in my face and trying to control my raging fear. "Oh my GOD... our asses are so grass..." "Relax already. You're not going to get in any trouble. It's got nothing to do with you. Besides, what's the worst they can do to me? Ground me?" I opened my mouth, pointing at her, but no sound came out. She had a point. I looked down at the bottle, and felt my body aching as I saw the vintage on the bottle. "Holy crap..." I gulped longingly. "That's a twenty year old whiskey..." She unscrewed the lid, lifting it to my nose with an evil glint in her eyes. "Come over to the dark side, Max." I gave a small laugh and grabbed the bottle, tipping it up and taking a sip. "AGH!" My eyes watered, I had to stamp a foot and lean in the doorway we were talking in. "I feel like I've just drunk a napalm enema!!" She took the bottle, and bringing it to her lips she took a swig, barely batting an eyelid. "Wow. See this is why I wanna go somewhere quiet... we'll get more to ourselves that way." I nodded slowly. "My room," I croaked, and a grin lighted up her face. "Thought you'd never ask!"
poster: Amezri date: 15 January 2001, 3:30pm EST OOC: Look! A postie! Cassie giggled as she watched Max choke back the Professor's whiskey. Kurt returned with her soda and crouched on the floor next to her seat. "Der Professor will not be too happy," he grinned. "Oh, I think that's the *last* thing on either of their minds right now," Cassie said as Sarah and Max slipped out of the room. She whipped around seconds before she was pelted in the back again, catching the offender in the act. "Drake, if you throw one more bottle cap at me, I am going to kick your ass!" Bobby quickly lowered his arm and gave her an angelic smile. Kurt glared at Bobby before leaping up and pulling Cassandrea to her feet. Cassie giggled as he held her close. "Let's go somewhere less... distracting," he whispered against her hair. He didn't bother waiting for an answer before he teleported both of them out of the room. OOC: I know. I know. This is a cheap post. Jen's gonna be out for my blood...
poster: Jen date: 17 January 2001, 11;14pm EST OOC: Jen’s not out for anybody’s blood. Another post, yes. Blood no. Mega thanks to Nacey for the Max dialogue. I think my writer’s block might just be gone. Sarah rapped twice on Max’s door before striding in and flipping on the lights. "Up and at ‘em, Max. You’re gonna miss chow." Max moaned and rolled over, groaning, "Jesus, Sare, not so dammed loud!" Sarah laughed and ruffled his hair, plopping down beside him. "You know you snore? Well, you did last night," Sarah quipped, ruffling his hair. "Come on. I’m hungry." "Ugh. How can you be this... alive?" he asked rubbing his hand over his face. "We didn’t drink that much." "I drunk that much... wanna sleep." "You did sleep. Now you've got class, or Logan's gonna come wake your ass up." "Need more sleep." Groan. "Don’t make me get the ice water." Sarah said with mock seriousness, grabbing for the sheet. Max rolled over onto his stomach, and with a strange push of his legs, stuck his butt into the air. It wavered there, as he was considering whether to listen to reason and get up, or listen to his body, which wanted at least ten more hours sleep. Sarah quirked an eyebrow, and if Max could have seen the sly, mischievous smile that was spreading across her face as she eyed his ass, he’d have gotten up before her palm came down hard on it. Max whined, rolling onto the floor, on his bottom. "Owwwwwww." "Well, the floor is a bit closer to breakfast," Sarah said before slapping her hand over her mouth to contain the giggles. In a fit of self-pity, Max turned his large brown eyes up to hers. "I can't move. Don't laugh." "Poor baby," Sarah cooed, still fighting the giggles. "Do I need to kiss it and make it better?" A little smile grew on Max's face, and he nodded, then stopped. "Ow. Head moving hurt head." "Oh." Sarah smiled and, for not the first time, thanked the fluke of biology that, no matter how badly she abused her body with alcohol or drugs, never seemed to punish her with a hangover. "I'll have to do something about that." Sarah kneeled beside him and laid a soft kiss on his forehead. Sitting back on her heels, Sarah smiled. "Better?" Max jutted his bottom lip out. "Could be better." "Better, huh?" Sarah cocked her head and feigned serious consideration. "I guess I can do better." Sarah leaned over him, her lips a breath from his, a smile tugging at her lips. "Once you feed me." Max groaned, sliding onto his back and covering his face. "Okaaaaaaaaaaay!" "We could see what you've got in that fridge of yours," Sarah whispered in his ear before nipping lightly at it. "After all, I don't have class for another hour." Max lifted his head, and a brow. "Sounds good to me." Sarah hopped up, leaving Max still sprawled on the floor to rummage through his fridge. After a few moments, she popped her head back out, frowning. "Coke, OJ and is... was that cheese?" "Once upon a time... a long long time ago..." Sarah grimaced. "I could run down and grab us some bacon and eggs and bring it back." Max pulled himself up, rubbing his face again and nodding. "Maybe I should have a shower." "Unless you wanna land us in the Prof's office before chow, that'd be a good idea." Nodding, Max staggered to his feet, wavering wildly as he plodded into his bathroom. Sarah settled down at his desk, flipping on the light to warm herself and tried not to laugh as Max missed the doorway, hitting it hard enough to stagger back a step before disappearing into the bath.
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