Room 514, Friday evening

[mrodneymckay]

Rodney led the way into his room carrying the lightest of his sister's bags.

"Okay, I showed you where the girls' bathroom and the common room are, and I'm sure I've got some extra blankets and stuff. What else do you need?"

[ooc: open! the roomie should feel free to react/object/laugh hysterically.]

Comments

[not_in_a_bottle]

"We could start with a forklift," Jeannie griped, dragging the heaviest bag through the door way. "And move on to you sleeping on the floor and me sleeping in your bed. It's what normal people call the 'nice thing to do,' Meredith."

[mrodneymckay]

"Please," Rodney rolled his eyes. "When has anyone ever accused me of being either normal or nice."

[not_in_a_bottle]

"Never," she retorted, dropping the bag roughly on the floor and having a look around. "But there's always time to change. Or else there's blackmail."

[mrodneymckay]

"Several people here already know my first name, so that's not going to work this time," he retorted.