Ivanova's room, Friday (for fandomhigh)

Jul 28, 2006 08:25

Ivanova hadn't slept. And not in a good way. She had tossed and turned. She gotten up and paced. She had counted sheep. And she had done the one thing she didn't want to do - think ( Read more... )

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lovechildblair July 28 2006, 15:16:48 UTC
Blair knocked on the door.

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suzotchka July 28 2006, 15:19:48 UTC
"Go away."

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lovechildblair July 28 2006, 15:34:24 UTC
"Nope."

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suzotchka July 28 2006, 15:41:29 UTC
Wham! Something being slammed down. Heavy footsteps. The door was yanked open and Ivanova glared flatly at him. "Blair. Go away."

". . . wearing nothing but a smile. Damn. Didn't need that mental image . . ."

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mparkerceo July 29 2006, 01:58:17 UTC
Parker knocked on the door, feeling hesitant, but hey. She had a bottle of vodka. "Ivanova? It's Parker."

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suzotchka July 29 2006, 15:14:09 UTC
Stomp. Stomp. Yank.

Ivanova glared flaty.

"You have vodka. You may enter."

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mparkerceo July 29 2006, 17:13:11 UTC
Parker handed over the bottle and walked in, folding her arms. "Welcome back. How are you doing? And I owe you an apology, I think."

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suzotchka July 29 2006, 17:16:57 UTC
Mmm, vodka. Ivanova took a healthy swig of the offering before answering.

"Thanks. Minor mental breakdown. And if it's about this weekend, I think everything was forgiven the second those fucking cookies wore off."

Pissed off, melancholy, and vodka-filled. Ivanova was fun to be around at the moment.

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