Safe and Sane

Jess was terrible when she was bored. Hair pulled into a ponytail, she walked into the club common room wearing a cute t-shirt with a lollipop on the front, jean shorts and flip-flops. She'd been hoping to run into someone she knew, but seeing a guy all on his own and not looking like he was expecting to be busy, her plans changed. She walked over to him, a slight sway to her hips as she moved, and smiled her cutest, brightest smile.

"Hi! You waiting on someone?"

Jess wandered into the club. It was Friday night, but not so late to be really busy yet, and she was wearing cream knee boots, a matching mini skirt, and a tempting little pink cami-top that had 'Brat' scrawled across it. She'd even put a curl in her hair and was sucking on a strawberry-red lollipop, just to complete the look. Glancing around the room she spotted someone who seemed like a likely target and grinned, stepping up to them and coupling big, wide eyes with a smirk, bright red sweet resting against her lip. "Don't suppose you're looking for someone to play with, are you?"

Chris came into the lounge not from the parking lot outside, but from the depths of the club. He was carrying a towel with him, wiping his hands down as he headed around the bar to the kitchen area. There was also a very faint smell following him, of rubbing alcohol and heat.

He turned the sink on with his elbow, tossed the handtowel aside from the moment and got busy washing his hands. As he finished he asked the person nearest him to, "Pass me a clean towel please." He'd get more friendly and conversational as soon as he'd dried his hands off.

Fade claimed a space in the common room, laid down on the floor and read through checklists. They were littered around him, kind of like leaves. And he was chuckling and talking to himself. "Yeehaw!"

Jon found Jessica in a common room, smiled sweetly at her, and held his hand out for her, guiding her towards a scening room. He closed and locked the door, then said, cooly, sitting on the bed arms crossed, "Strip."

It was a Monday evening.

And there was cake. A lot of cake. Some pizzas. Some music playing in one of the lounges.

It was just a nice, quiet evening.

It was Friday evening; it was sort of a party. There was music in one room if people wanted to dance, food and drink in other rooms, the scening rooms had purposely been left unreservable that evening so the party-goers could claim them as the evening wore on. It was a warm night, but inside the temperature was nice. The garden doors were open, tiki torches lit.

Lane found Jess, wrapped his arms around her, and rested his head on her bosom. Then said "Hi."

The temperature Wednesday had dropped rapidly - from nearly 90 to right around 50 by the time the munch started, and the promise to drop below 40 overnight. The coffee shop doors were closed, hot chocolate and steamed drinks were selling well, and there was discussion about steamy kinksters amongst the employees. There was also the requisite bets - this week about how long it would be before someone suggested an inappropriate, dangerous use for fire.

Guess who.

It was just before one when Lin pulled up outside Jess' place. He'd been awake all of two hours - just enough time to wash up, dress, check in with Sal when he needed to be at the bar that evening, and throw a few things in a bag to take with him. Not that Jess didn't have her own gear, but he'd got a few ideas, and if she wasn't feeling cooperative, well, it made life easier not to have to talk her round to supplying them.

Locking the truck, he swung the bag onto his shoulder, and strolled up to the door, knocking a rhythm on it and waiting for a reply.

Munch Wednesday.

Coffee and conversation at the cafe. The doors were blocked open to let in air, people were milling around and it was, as always, friendly and inviting.

Chris was pouring himself a cup of coffee, in the near dark of the common room, later in the evening. "Do I strike you as a green tea sort of person?" he asked, when he realized someone else had approached. No, he still wasn't over that.

See, plotting could go the good way too.

It was timed well. Or they'd waited for Lane to get home, one of those. But when Lane did get home the lights were on in his living room, and the door to the room was open invitingly. How could he not be curious and look when he heard a soft laugh? That was sort of the whole point, because when he did look, he'd see Jess and Eli on the sofa.

Well, technically Eli was on the sofa and Jess was on Eli, sitting in his lap. Her short skirt had ridden high around her thighs and she was pressed close, licking slowly into Eli's mouth, teasing more than anything. Deliberately putting on a show.

It was Friday night and Len had thought a little delayed Cinco de Mayo might be nice. There was a buffet of Mexican finger food along one wall. The bar was decked out in festive blankets and decorations and were serving a wide array of virgin and not so virgin margaritas. He had forgone that Mariachi band because he really didn't need the headache and had settled for something Alex had picked out to play in the background.

It was a Friday night and there were no demos. That meant a quiet night in the main room, with tea, coffee, and munchies through out the room. It was just a quiet Friday night, really.

It was munch night.

There was a cafe downtown that hosted them. They had amazing coffees and teas, iced and hot, and incredible pastries and other baked goods. There were lots of tables, inside and out on the patio. The door was propped open, and the members and their guests were free to wander in and out at their leisure.

It was a nice evening and, while they didn't take over the entire cafe, they did have a good part of it.