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Annie Winchester ([info]anniegirl) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2011-07-10 19:21:00

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Entry tags:annorah winchester, jae-sun kim

WHO: Annie Winchester and Kim Jae-sun
WHAT: Their quasi-date
WHERE: Bond Street tube station to start
WARNINGS: Probably nothing.

Annie had been on her feet for literally eight hours straight, and she was fucking tired. Her hair was frizzed and her makeup was nonexistent at this point, and she was just thinking longingly of a chair and something appallingly alcoholic. She thudded down the stairs into the Bond Street station, each foot feeling leaden, all but zombie-walking down the hall.

She stopped, though, when she heard "Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me" wafting through the tunnel. Annie's hands flew over her mouth, and she mouthed oh, shit!, but she couldn't help much at this point. She couldn't very well run away, and she couldn't afford a cab. Hopefully he didn't run in terror when he saw her after a long, trying day; she hadn't looked like shit the last time they met.


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[info]anniegirl
2011-07-11 04:41 am UTC (link)
"It wasn't even really busy, it was time consuming." Annie had to fight to keep a poker face when he started to lightly move her knuckles; the pressure point felt damn near heavenly. "I had my final exam in my Latin cuisine class, and it's thirty minutes of terror followed by seven hours of standing there with your hands behind your back watching the chef rip apart everyone else's dishes, hoping they get a worse bollocking than you did." Only two people out of fifteen had gotten less severe bollockings, so she counted it a victory.

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