Who: Penny and Lindsey. What: Snuggle bunnies and kitty ballerinas! That makes sense okay, shut up. Where: Lindsey's apartment. When: Now.
Penny sighed, knocking on Lindsey's door and shifting between her feet. She had a key to his place (because privacy between them was overrated, and honestly they both knew when the other was getting laid), but she knew him well enough to know he probably wouldn't feel like having her barge in right now. And Penny wasn't feeling so intrusive, herself. At least at the moment. They had a strange sort of ESP between them, an intimacy that went beyond being the same colour ranger and being in the same line of work. Penny sometimes felt like he was her soul mate- it was too bad he was gay. "Bindsey boo," she said softly, knowing he liked the nickname, hoping it would bring a smile to his face, no matter how small. "Lemme in? I brought you your favourite scented candle. And your favourite tasting muffin," she teased slightly, hoping the bribes would make him open the door. She felt a heavy sadness and frustration behind that slab of wood.