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[Mar. 14th, 2008|01:13 pm] |
Who: The Stabler Twins and Chris Keller
What: Going out
When: Friday after school
Where: Around
"Dickie, go home." Elizabeth growled as her brother followed after her.
"Why? You're the one who is grounded. Where are you going?" Dickie inquired, grinning a little when his sister halted. "You are going with him, aren't you! Well, I want to go to."
"You weren't invited!" She snapped, glaring at him. The two were still in their uniforms, since they attended one of the local Catholic schools. "Just go home."
"If you let me go with you, I won't tell dad." He offered, crossing his arms over his chest. "If you don't, I'll call him right away and you won't get very far. He'll chase you guys down and probably even arrest Chris." Really, he didn't get what his sister saw in the other guy. He himself was a bit wary of men who looked like his father getting so close to his sister and wanted to make sure he wasn't going to hurt her or anything.
Lizzy glared, before giving in. "Fine! You little jerk." Sighing, she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him over to the sidewalk in front of the school, waiting for Chris. |
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[Mar. 14th, 2008|05:11 pm] |
Who Jack Dent and Greg House
What Shopping, chatting (Girl's day out? Shh)
Where Greg's place than onwards!
When Friday afternoon
Warning Oh, please, look at the who...Really.
( Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like Jack? ) |
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[Mar. 14th, 2008|05:25 pm] |
Who: Miniver Cheevy and Pickles the younger
What: Vaguely handwaved prior to this scene, Pickles finds that Miniver is in possession of some... less than innocent photographs taken of a much younger Pickles soon after he first arrived in LA. Pickles, maturely, flips his shit and goes to hide in his room. Miniver follows.
Where: Old-Pickles' mansion just outside London (or like in the suburbs or something, I forget, whatever)
When: Yesterday.
Warnings: Angst and buttsecks. :D!
( Coping methods of the rich and eventually-famous ) |
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[Mar. 14th, 2008|07:34 pm] |
Who: Shawn Spencer and Greg House
What: Dickin around watchin movies. Guy stuff
Where: Shawn's big empty place
Warnings: NC-17! Totally joshin ya. Um prolly just language. They're foul mouthed.
"One medium with everything on it and one medium Hawaiian. Nah, I don't need drinks. That much? Kay. Thanks." Shawn hung up the phone, tossing it to the side of him on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. Grabbing the remote, he idlely began flipping through channels, looking for anything that might be vagely entertaining enough to distract him until his guest arrived. No point in starting a movie that would probably get veto'd as soon as 'Stein got here anyway. |
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