Who: Meggan; OTA Brian Where: HIs dorm room When: Late Wednesday Night (foredated) What: Meggan surprises him...or tries to anyway Rating: High?
Meggan fumbled with the door knob, trying hard to remember what the purple teen had said about twisting the instrument that way or this way. The click was supposed to be coming any second, but the air remained silent and heavy around her; Meggan frowned, but continued to mess with it. She was all decked out in her new outfit, covered expertly by a simple shirt and jeans with sneakers peeping out from beneath the hem. "Come on, please... She whispered to the lock, desperation evident in her voice. There was the scrapping of metal and finally, the click she had been waiting for. Sighing softly, she slipped inside and closed the door behind her. The room was empty say for the beds and the blonde padded across the floor, kicking off her shoes and stripping for her clothes. The lingere Zeb had ordered was meant to please, at least she hoped so.
Climbing on to the bed, she folded her legs beneath her, the material soft against her skin, and blue eyes trained on the door. Her fingers absentmindly brushed her ears, feeling in slight disgust the point upon them still. It was hard to keep a human appearence period, but trying to perfect one while shaking with nerves was literally impossible. Still, she had made sure she was ideal otherwise before even stepping out of the room.