The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Garret and Mal
What: Friskiness
Where: Mal's office
When: Friday afternoon
Rating: NSFW


Rorie had been packed and shipped off this morning to center himself again. It was almost like therapy- when he started falling apart, he took a few days off to put himself back together. Garret could appreciate the need to get away from everything and fix yourself, and he wasn't worried that Rorie wouldn't come back. Rorie would always come back to him. But this meant that Rorie's house would be vacant for Finn to have a few days of space, and Garret could spend some time with his favorite pup in a man suit. He had two hours before his shift started, which was just enough to find Mal, ravage him, then limp to the infirmary before he needed to go to work.

Sneaking in from the office next door, Garret phased through the wall, sneaking up behind Mal. (Not that he thought for a moment that the hound hadn't heard/smelled him coming.) For half a second, he looked over the form before him, the well rounded shoulders and the subtle curve of the waistline, and those dark locks that Garret loved to tangle his fingers in when they kissed. Wrapping both arms around his lover, Garret's lips immediately found their way to the smooth skin of Mal's neck. Purring softly, small nips were made beneath the jawline, Garret using his chin to tilt Mal's upward. His hands splayed themselves on the hound's chest. "I have two hours before my shift starts," he murmured softly, gently biting on Mal's left earlobe. "And it has been so, so, so long since someone has bent me over their desk and fucked me."

Who: June and Finn
What: Growling and reluctant rescues
Where: A-wing bathroom
When: Evening
Rating: PG 13

June was coming to discover that anything shiny and affixed to a wall, she did not like. She had yet to meet one of these shiny things that did not deal with water in some capacity. Humans seemed obsessed with it, water was everywhere. Wasn't it enough that it covered the majority of their planet, and it sat frozen all over the ground outside? They needed it inside as well? Strange, useless creatures. And now, in the bathroom, June found herself surrounded by shiny things that were affixed to the wall, all of them teasing her because they held power over her. Assholes. That was a good human word she had picked up, and she liked it. Assholes. Assholes. "Assholes," she told the sink, smirking triumphantly because she could talk and they couldn't, even with all their water. They would never talk. Like rocks. "Assholes," she told them again, and she kicked a sink for emphasis. And the porcelin broke, because she was much stronger than the average human and sinks weren't made for that kind of abuse, and the pieces fell onto the floor and the pipe bent and cracked and water went shooting out from it like a fire hydrant. And June screamed, loudly, then ran to the toilets and stood on one while the water covered the floor. And started barking at it.

Thankfully someone had heard all the ruckus, and she came to see what had happened (and screamed) and then ran off to find someone on maintenance. She practically ran right into Finn in her search, and she was so freaked out she almost didn't recognize him at first. But she did, and panic flew over her face, and she backed away a few steps. "Um... t-there's... in the bathroom... water," she stammered. "And a girl... barking." Then quickly started walking off back to her room, getting herself away from the scary janitor.

Who: Ava and Finn
What: Dancing
Where: A pub in Danvers
When: Evening

Finn had not been up to his usual par recently and Garret had made it very clear that he noticed. Things just hadn't been what they used to be. Rorie was gone for the weekend for himself and stuff. Finn wasn't included in much anymore. He was like a vase or Pete. Eck. His cat, Thing, had taken to ignoring him. Bastard. It was time to make a break from the routine of work and home. So, with no one else to go, he had dressed to go out that night. A pub in Danvers was having a live band with dancing and he figured a few girls would come in hopes of some dashing Irishman would be there to whisk them off to the Emerald Isle. Well. . . His room had green walls.

He was finishing up the last bit of trash as he got to one of the teacher's room. Knocking and coming in, he pulled the trash bin to the door so he didn't have to drag it in. "Just grabbin' the trash," he said in a small grunt. His outfit was not the typical janitorial and maintenance ensemble. It was nice dress slacks, black with white pin stripes. A wallet was tucked into his back pocket, a shiny chain dangling. White button up shirt with suspenders and a vest matching his slacks covered his top. An old time, gray fedora with a tiny red feather sat tilted on his head. The only thing that gave away that he was staff was the ID he had clipped to his vest pocket.

( Ye know, if ye keep that face too long that it'll get stuck that way? )