Room 402, Saturday Morning

[oncourtandstage]

"Nnngh," Link moaned, as he started to wake up. Opening his eyes, he was greeted with an unfamiliar room -- not an uncommon sight, really, in the mornings.

It was, however, the first time he remembered waking up in unfamiliar surroundings alone. Usually, the producer, agent, or casting director wanted to cuddle or something in the mornings. ... Or

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[by137]

Needless to say, a naked boy in her room was, like, not exactly the perfunctory way that A.J. was used to waking up. In fact, there were several things at this moment that, like, were totally, definitely, absolutely way out of the ordinary, but that one had to take the cake. A small, strangled "Oh Go--" sound emerged from the other bed as she pulled the covers up over her head, like, tightly. Maybe he'd just go away? Why was he even there? Without clothes on, no less. Definitely, like, not Aly, who she was expecting.

[oncourtandstage]

"Well, hello there, little lady," Link said, greeting the other occupant of the room with a wink. "I don't suppose you know where we are, do you? Or who it was who had us over last night?"

Of course, he'd assumed that the girl was another of the producer's, or agent's, or casting director's current 'choices'. After all, he didn't sleep with people his own age unless he knew them.

[by137]

This was all Aly's fault; A.J. just knew it. One of her stupid parties. She was totally, like, going to kill her sister. "I have, like, no idea," A.J. said, truthfully enough, from behind the covers, before slowly trying to pull them away. Part of her might have been a little disappointed to see if clothes had made their way on. Totally going to kill Aly. Dead. Dead sister, yup.

[oncourtandstage]

Finishing the knot of the tie and licking his palm to slick back his hair, Link gave her a charming smile. "I'm Link," he said, even as he was looking in the mirror and giving himself a wink. "What's your name?"