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Jenny Schecter ([info]dont_f_withme) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-03 20:49:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, day 09, jack harkness, jenny schecter, location: museum, open, shannon rutherford

Day 9: Evening
Who: Jenny Schecter & Shannon Rutherford & OTA museum dwellers (quick tag posting only please)
What: Experimentation Slumber Party
When: Just after dark
Where: Museum
Rating: R (language, drugs, and other naughty things probably)
Status: Dropped

Jenny smiled widely as she sauntered up the steps to the museum front door in the pale twilight. She had, in her hand, a paper bag from the gas station. In it she'd managed to collect a few items for a fun time. Some of them she might not have normally brought or consumed, like the brick of pot and rolling papers that Sid had thankfully allowed her to have and taught her to use. Some of them were only for certain fun times like slumber parties with pot, like the munchies which were probably stale but would be delicious when they were both fiending for food.

This was going to be a seriously fun night. She hoped that she wouldn't fuck it up the way she had fucked up just about everything else she'd tried to do since she was tossed into the fray. As long as she kept her mind off her past and anything unhappy or scary, she should do fine. She could handle that, right? Besides this was Shannon. Shannon was cool and they shared enough in common that Shannon would probably understand if she slipped a little. She hoped.

With a deep breath, Jenny brushed her hand down the length of her slightly dirty tea dress, brushed the hair from her eyes and knocked on the door to the museum. She bounced a little on her heels with anticipation. She couldn't wait to get started.



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[info]dont_f_withme
2009-06-03 09:51 pm UTC (link)
Jenny grinned happily. On the good days, her her house had been sort of like that. A big, fucked up, dysfunctional but happy family. Shane always had friends there and Alice and Dana had always hung around. Carmen... well she wasn't going to think about Carmen. That was one of the cans of worms she was refusing to open tonight. It was just going to be pure fun.

"Amazon? No, but you are tall for a girl. Did you ever model or just," she lowered her voice, "dance?" Jenny could imagine Shannon on the runways in LA. She'd seen her share of fashion shows since she'd had Lez Girls optioned and Shannon had the look of one of those sunny, beach bodies always featured in swimsuit collections.

She followed Shannon, rooting through the bag as she walked and pulling things out to look at them and show Shannon. "We've got some lovely pot. Good quality, I was assured by Sid. And the rolling papers. Then there are some chocolate things for when we get the munchies. I even found some disgusting looking and most likely stale pork rinds somewhere. Oh and some warm sodas in a variety of flavors because I wasn't sure what you'd have or like." She hugged the bag to her chest then and rested her chin on top, eyes slightly wide, taking in her surroundings.

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