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Wednesday, the Arms Hotel
It was Wednesday. Which meant that Jim came stomping back from Squall's workshop spitting mad - and, this time, still damp, his hair dripping on the hotel carpet as he stormed into their suite.
[[For Lana and great slowplay.]] -
Minotaur B4, Sunday morning
Jim needed to sleep.
Yesterday . . . let's not even talk about yesterday. He had survived detention, and then he had gone and looked after Lana like he was supposed to, and then he had crawled into bed and now he was sleeping.
Because if he thought about detention he was going to punch something.
[[Open! Poor Jim.]] -
Room 322, Tuesday afternoon
It was Yay Tuesday. At least, it was supposed to be Yay Tuesday. However, even a perennial poor student like Jim could talk himself into or justify a Yay Tuesday the day before three finals.
So instead, he was studying.
And occasionally growling.
[[Open!]] -
Yay Tuesday . . . except not (Room 322)
Yay Tuesdays usually started with quite a few fewer clothes and Jim snuggling something a whole lot bigger than Margawet Gwace Ewwison, who lay snuggled between her future parents on their giant double bed ( Read more... ) -
Room 322, Sunday morning
Prom was, in Jim's mind, great.
Not that Jim's mind was exactly conscious at the moment.
Mmm, sleep . . . with Lana . . . good . . .
What could go wrong now?
[[For sproglet and sproglet!mom and maybe a certain bouncy guide.]] -
Selkie Cove and then back to the dorms, Saturday after prom
Eventually Jim reached his limit for crowds, and Lana was happy enough to leave on his arm. They walked in no particular direction, stopping to kiss every few feet, and eventually found their way out to Selkie Cove - an appropriate enough place for trying to rebuild their relationship from the beginning ( Read more... ) -
Room 322, Sunday evening
Jim was going to kill Blair one of these days with all this Sentinel training stuff. He didn't know it was possible for his senses to ache.
Huh. Lana wasn't back yet. Weird.
Jim decided to take the opportunity for a nice hot shower without feeling guilty about stealing all the hot water.
[[For the evil not-girlfriend.]] -
Room 322, Tuesday afternoon
It was Tuesday. Jim loved Tuesdays. Tuesdays were the greatest invention in the history of ever as far as he was concerned.
He was thinking about this and about a few other things - mostly involving the words 'luck', 'beautiful', and 'perfect' - as he watched Lana nap, his fingers brushing lightly through the ends of her hair. -
Marseille, New York City, Friday evening
Jim had never been to New York before.
But he did know how to use Google and the phone to his advantage.
Which is why after an hour or so of wandering and rubbernecking he very casually showed Lana into Marseille and asked for his reservation. They were immediately whisked away to their cosy little table for two and Jim tried not to look too ( Read more... ) -
Room 322, Thursday morning
Jim grumbled as she half-woke before the alarm went off, cursing the fact that Tuesday was only once a week. Still, she reached over and turned the alarm off before snuggling back in with Lana, nuzzling into her hair with a sigh and promptly fell back asleep.
[[For the girlfriend and why do I get the feeling we'll all be humming Aerosmith and the ( Read more... )