Gillian Owens [Practical Magic] (hasherownmagic) wrote in prideviewapts, @ 2008-09-15 20:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | gillian owens, john bender |
Who: Gillian Owens & John Bender. Omgosh, I KNOW, right?!
What: With Gillian. And Bender? Who knows.
Where: Bender's place.
When: Evenin' time.
Rating: TBA.
Status: Ongoing like a line, baby.
There was never a more poorly-timed moment for 'The Time Warp' to be running through her mind.
She turned her head and hopped from side-to-side in the elevator as she mouthed the words from that faithful musical she and Sally had just finished watching. After two margaritas and an excess amount of Tim Curry in drag, she was just below reaching the point of a buzz. And did that matter to Gillian? Of course not! Nothing could bring her down, now. Because now, she was on her way to Bender's apartment. Yeah. The John Bender. She was still trying to wrap her head around it, too.
The elevator doors slid open with a ding, causing her to stumble slightly on her Chuck Taylor's. The man waiting on the doors lifted his eyebrows. She gave him a large smile and kissed his cheek, before walking off to find her destination. #316, right? She looked down at her hand, the numbers 316 were scribbled in small, black ink on the base of her palm. Gillian clicked her tongue and looked up, her feet still trailing down the hallway until she finally came to her designated door.
She adjusted her black tanktop, pulling the hem down back over her hips. (Somehow it had risen up amidst her dancing in the elevator.) A slender pair of tight jeans were all she'd bothered throwing on. It wasn't like she was going on a date or anything... Instead, she just pulled her tanktop a little further. What would it hurt? Breathing in, she nodded to herself and knocked just below the numbers.
This was going to be interesting.