Sunday Night at Nicodemus Terrace: [NWS]
Somehow Lana and Rodney made their way back to her apartment, where it only took her two tries to get her keys to work in the lock. "Okay," she said once the door was open. "Come on in and make yourself comfortable.
She flicked on the light switch and headed for the cabinet where she kept her drinks. "Wine, vodka, tequilla, rum... lots of other stuff with alcohol..."
She grabbed a couple of glasses and a couple of bottles and brought them into the living room where she sat down next to Rodney on the couch. "Any of them sound interesting?"
[OOC: Really no way for anyone else to interact, but feel free to watch and throw popcorn.]
She flicked on the light switch and headed for the cabinet where she kept her drinks. "Wine, vodka, tequilla, rum... lots of other stuff with alcohol..."
She grabbed a couple of glasses and a couple of bottles and brought them into the living room where she sat down next to Rodney on the couch. "Any of them sound interesting?"
[OOC: Really no way for anyone else to interact, but feel free to watch and throw popcorn.]