Safe and Sane

Dotty was sat at a table in Different Strokes, idly thumbing through a sex toys catalogue, and circling items with a purple sparkly pen. She was twirling her hair into curls distractedly with her free hand, occasionally stopping to slurp at her iced coffee through a straw. She was most definitely on a break. She looked up as she became aware of someone looking in her direction. 

"Heya," she said with a little wave and a wide smile.

It was early Sunday afternoon when Jamie wandered into the club. Hands in her pockets, she was the picture of relaxation. Except for the way she was looking around and the fact that she had a pair of metal handcuffs hanging from her belt.

Jamie was (sort of) on the prowl.

There were pumpkins. Mulled cider. Pie. Sweet, scary treats. Long suffering cafe employees dressed in costumes.

Jamie lay sprawled across a couch in the club, legs up over the arm of the sofa, peering down at her stomach. Her shirt was tugged up just far enough to bare her navel to her speculative gaze. Apparently at random, she announced: "I think faeries live in my apartment. There is no other explanation for the glitter."

Alex, for once, wasn't curled up somewhere quietly. He was, instead, wandering around looking rather lost. He finally grabbed a can of soda, flopped down beside someone and looked over at them. "Len wants me to move in. I like Len. I trust Len. Why is this scaring the piss out of me?"

Jamie had taken the summer the hell away from the college. Except for tutoring a couple of kids doing retakes and supervising a project or two, she was taking a well-earned break and doing a bit of work on her own research. Slowly.

All of that meant she had no issue with hanging around the club on a Sunday evening and sitting at the bar, facing out into the room. Queen of all she surveyed. Or King, maybe.K